The Chocolate Chip Cookie recipe is coming.
Between school, starting a new job, cooking, cleaning, sleeping, and personal maintenance… Yes, all of that is relevant to my life right now….
My point is, coming soon. Cookie recipe coming soon.
Can you PLEASE post the recipe for your cookies? They look PERFECT.
Thank you! And yes, I can and will post the recipe. 2 Batches of perfection deserves to be shared with the world.
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EVERY TIME SOMEONE BRINGS UP THE LIBRARY OF ALEXANDRIA I GET SO ANGRY.
Because it got burned. All of that knowledge, lost forever.
The library was destroyed over 1000’s of years ago. The library consisted of thousands of scrolls and books about mathematics, engineering, physiology, geography, blueprints, medicine, plays, & important scriptures. Thinkers from all over the Mediterranean used to come to Alexandria to study.Most of the major work of civilization up until that point was lost. If the library still survived till this day, society may have been more advanced and we would sure know more about the ancient world.
Just so you know.
#cookies again. Used a larger pan but didn’t space them enough. Need to probably increase the cook time about +2 minutes. But all in all, glad to have repeat a recipe with fairly consistent results. #chefShay #iCook #iBake #HowLongWillTheseLast?
This song caught my attention. It’s sweet to hear her daugther Namiko on the track (shoutout to Bey and Blue), but it’s sad because she tributes/samples her brother Miyagi, who passed away. Still, it’s a beautiful song all around.
Spent the morning with the bestie, which included a nice downtown walk and a stop at the Farmer’s market. Took out fresh goodies and broke in her kitchen. #starring “The Market Scramble” topped with Bacon Ends. Salsa, Las Delicias Guacamole, and tomato/sweet bell pepper salad on the side. #ServedWith Sangria-ed Sweet Tea. #HappyTimes #chefShay #icook #TeaireStillThinkImHerPersonalChef #missher @tlashase (at Memphis Farmers Market)
So here’s the thing: I don’t usually make cookies from scratch. The last time I tried to make cookie dough from scratch, I broke my mom’s hand mixer. So I bought a new mixer, shunned cookie making, and stuck to brownies.
Of course, until my daddy asked for cookies. And when I told him I couldn’t make it because I didn’t have brown sugar on hand, he bought that and the other things I needed. And thus, rebirth of the cookie trials.
This is a combination of like three recipes, and I like them because they’re full of chocolate chips, thick, and soft. #win #chefShay #iBake #theyDisappearingTooFast
It’s hard to watch my mother cry.
I’ve never jumped to words like “tender” “sensitive” or “emotional” to describe my mom. No, every Mothers’ Day, I look for the cards with “strength” “provider” and “determination” etched into praise. This is the woman who has juggled work, family, and business each and every day. She’s the short little lady who touches hot pizza ovens with her bare hands, who doesn’t say I love you often, but who hardly ever stops working to get her family whatever she needs. My mom is that strong black woman that no man or person could ever make her do something she’s determined not to do— in a word, stubborn. That’s been my mom. She hasn’t been the prettiest, the most affectionate, or most gentle woman to walk that earth, but she’s been whatever she has needed to be for those around her.
So to see her confined in a hospital bed, hooked up to monitors, IVs, and God knows what else, with tears in her voice and down her face, I don’t know what to do with that. How do you soothe the one who has usually fixed you when you were broken? What solutions do you offer her “I don’t know“‘s when that’s usually her area of expertise?
It all creates a feeling of desperation, to see this simultaneously remarkable and heartbreaking gesture. It makes my love for my mommy well up inside of me until I too have to cry a little to let it out. I hand her the solution on a platter in a heartbeat if I could. But all I can do is stand by her side, encourage her, and give her back the affection and support that all her years of sacrifice has built into me.