I won something! How often does a love of zombies and a hatred of mowing combine to gift you with books? Well, it has and so to celebrate I've got a cute story and then a recipe for my favorite brain food: oatmeal raisin cookies. Nom! Speaking of noms, I won a galley of Dust by Joan Frances Turner from Jude at Omnomnom Books! Clink the link to fnd out what zombies and yardwork have in common (at least in my head!)
Okay, cute story first and then noms. Yes, it's a zombie story. Sort of. Okay, my kids are weird, but then I was a weird kid. I know. Isn't that where authors come from? We all started as weird kids, right? So Lizard Boy had a cub scout event yesterday morning. e'd built a rocket and it was time for Rocket Academy. Basically, you get a bunch of hyped up little boys together with moms and dads and fire off their homemade rockets. Good fun except Howler Monkey now wants to make one. He's 12, btw. Their father (Let's call him Lawnmower Man, m'kay?) was also smitten with the process. He's quite a bit older than 12, chronologically speaking. But they don't want to make just any little old rocket. They want to make a huge, enormous, Mythbuster-worthy rocket. Stay tuned for more on that front. I just hope they don't blow a hole in the barn roof. Lawnmower Man tends to overestimate his explosive skills.
Now, you're saying "Where are the zombies? Didn't Marguerite promise zombies?" Patience! You're as bad as my children. So after two hours of explosive goodness, everyone is super hot. This is Texas and it's already in the 90's by 10:00 am. Solution? I'm a brilliant mom. I had them already in swimsuits to go to the Splash Pad and play. We arrive at the Splash Pad and kids are playing the usual water games. It's orderly, good clean fun. Mom's have lawn chairs arranged in the shade and kids with appropriate smears of sun screen are splashing about.
But now the Butlers have arrived.
My kids invented an awesome new game they've dubbed "Zombie Tag." Someone starts out as the zombie and chases everyone through the waterpark, violating Rule # 1: No Running. It isn't enough to just touch someone. You must be able to grab and hold on, thus violating Rule # 2: No Roughhousing. The "zombie" then eats the brains of the kid he's tackled. Bonus style points if you make lots of messy noises and your victim howls in mock agony. Now the victim is infected and he's a zombie too. The last non-zombie kid standing gets to be Omega Man. He wins! I love my weird kids.
We stayed for a couple hours and when we left, the kids were still messily devouring one another. Butler Mission complete. I'm sure the other moms love me. I'm raising the next generation of writers.
On to the noms!
Oatmeal is good for your brain and you don't want zombies to starve, right? But you don't want to be their snack of choice either. So make sure you feed these cookies to everyone around you. Zombies will be attracted to their big brains and leave yours alone. It's a theory.
Brainiac Oatmeal Raisin Cookies
1 Cup butter
1 Cup firmly packed brown sugar
1/2 cup granulated sugar
1 1/2 Cups all purpose flour
1 tsp baking soda
1 tsp cinnamon
1/2 tsp salt
1 tsp vanilla
3 cups quick oats, uncooked
1 Cup raisins
1 Cup pecans
Now there is a secret to this and it's in the raisins. Plump them up. For the G-rated version, soak them for an hour in apple juice. They'll absorb it and get all big and juicy. For the adult version, soak the raisins in rum. It's wicked good. Cookies and a buzz. Win!
Pre-heat your oven to 350 degrees. Beat your butter, sugars, eggs, and vanilla until creamy. Combine all your dry ingredients except the oats. Now add the liquid mixture and the dry indredients together. Stir in Oats, raisins, and nuts until it's well-mixed.
Drop tablespoonfuls onto cookie sheet and bake 10-12 minutes. Be sure and cool these before you try and remove them. They need about a minute to set up. This recipe makes about 4 dozen 2 1/2 inch cookies.
Enjoy and look out for zombies.