I am in such a great mood that I don’t even hesitate when I see a local branch of Girl Scouts setting up their booth outside of the grocery store. To be more accurate, I may have made a bee-line for the stand, praying that they had a few boxes of Thin Mints left over to sell to those of us who like to freeze them and feast on them in the middle of the night mid-July. Not me, specifically, but I have heard of such people.
“Mama, eat the cookie with the most powdered sugar on it. That’s the one that I made especially for you.” my daughter says as she slides the plate across the table. I look down to see what looks like little snow-covered mounds plated before me. “Are these sugar-coated dumplings?” I ask her, knowing full well the answer to my question.
The sounds of loud talking drifted into my office upstairs for the last hour. I heard giggling and someone yelling “cut” at one point. All this activity meant only one thing. The filming of a new episode of Cooking with Rea & Dad had begun.
Inspired by my recent purchase of a vintage Nestle Toll House Cookie Jar, the pair dedicated tonight to film an episode of their cooking show, Cooking with Rea & Dad, and cookies are on the menu. However, the word “cookie” does not accurately describe these treats. They fall more into the “to be experienced” category.
Tonight, Rea & Dad create Air Fryer Fried Oreos, a recipe from our friend, Kathleen, over at Grits and Gouda. Wow, are these a winner! They are so simple with very few ingredients and make a great quick dessert. I hate to break it to them, but not only will these cookies not make it to the cookie jar, but they also may not even make it till morning.
Watch the video below to see how Rea & Dad go about making these phenomenal treats, and make sure to try out the recipe for yourself.
A few minutes later, my hands full of clean silverware, I head to my kitchen island where the flatware chest waited. I love the detailing of this case with its plush green velvet lining and brass knobs set against a mahogany finish. However, after a couple of years of infrequent use, a thin layer of dirt and grime now cakes the sides and top of the chest, and I head to my table where I can sit and fully concentrate on cleaning the lid. As I put the case in my lap to get a better angle to scrub, I think back to when I received this gift.
I want to pass on more than just vague remembrances.