fudge crinkles

i made these cookies for church last week and received a pile of compliments. which was very sly of me, considering how they are made with cake mix and the whole of three other ingredients. sneaky.


they are surprisingly good in proportion to how easy they are to make. perfect for when you need to whip up a heap of them in-between curling your hair and knocking the barnacles off your husband. however, if you want it really good, martha stewart takes betty crocker down any day. try martha’s chocolate crackle cookies. they are made with bittersweet chocolate, and have a crisp outer shell with truffle-like insides. delicious. marc and i made some up for thank-you’s when jehu was born. we tied them up in little boxes and spread them among unsuspecting nurses at the hospital, only to find that in the end, there weren’t any left for me.

that being said, here’s a flower and some chesterton i was reading last night (just to make your day more wonderful):


“a child kicks his legs rhythmically through excess, not absence, of life. because children have abounding vitality, because they are in spirit fierce and free, therefore they want things repeated and unchanged. they always say, “do it again”; and the grown-up person does it again until he is nearly dead. for grown-up people are not strong enough to exult in monotony. it is possible that god says every morning, “do it again” to the sun and “do it again” to the moon. it may not be automatic necessity that makes all daisies alike; it may be that god makes every daisy separately, but has never got tired of making them. it may be that he has the eternal appetite of infancy; for we have sinned and grown old, and our father is younger than we.”


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