Several Things I Feel Like Telling You All Because It’s Been FOREVER:
1. Thank you all SO much for your lovely comments on my last post! You guys are so sweet, especially compared to most of the anonymous internet world.
2. I’m getting reaaaaalllllllyyyyy excited about law school (my post-graduate plan). That’s not even sarcasm. I’m not so much excited about discussing torts for hours or whatever (not entirely sure what those are still…i know.), but I’m SUPER pumped to get to move away from my undergrad school to somewhere interesting. I’ve heard back from a few places about my applications, but I’m insanely anxious to begin hearing from others in the next month or two. I have a well-documented history of compulsively reading online forums regarding my area of interest, or, more commonly, anxiety. I’m not going to say that every single one of my Safari Top Sites is law school related, but…they are.
3. Khloe Kardashian is WAYYYY too obsessed with being married. I know, I know, what kind of trashy girl watches the Kardashians? I just started a couple of weeks ago, and I just find something about them oddly comforting. Anyway, for those of you too cultured to join me in this obsession, after she gets married literally ANYTIME she has to be away from her husband, NBA player Lamar Odom, she whineeessss and whinesssss. This is obnoxious. It’s especially annoying, I bet, for people whose husbands and wives are in Afghanistan or whatever, but I do realize this kind of behavior is not unheard of. The truly ridiculous thing is that she seems to think she’s the first person to ever be married. Every other sentence is “My husband…”Anytime she has to leave Lamar for like a day she pouts like a crazy person and if anyone questions her, she jumps all over them for not understanding that she’s “MARRIED now, UGH.” Really? She spends all her time trying to be seen as this mature, “married” person, but people who actually ARE mature and married can be away from each other for five seconds. For instance, I’m pretty sure Hillary Clinton still manages to conduct normal conversations with foreign heads of state without being like, “sorry, I’m just having really bad flashbacks about my husband’s affair right now, can we do this another time? My marriage comes first.”
4. Having said this, I have a closet love for Khloe and all the Kardashians, their inappropriateness, and especially their sometimes horrible life decisions. Especially Khloe really, because we’re united in our hatred for Scott Disick. And I think Kim’s marriage was real. Verbally abuse me if you’d like. Hopefully my IQ does not reflect this view.
5. I’ve just finished reading The Distant Hours and can’t stop thinking about it. It’s just very dark and twisty, but not so much that I couldn’t get through it (I’m a happy ending kind of girl). It reminds me a LOT of The Thirteenth Tale, so if you enjoyed that you should definitely read it. It’s a bit slower-paced and has a *slightly* less appalling ending, but they’re very similar. I hate when you finish a really good book and can’t find another of equal quality immediately. For some reason I’ve really been wanting to read I, Claudius. Typically, my interest in this subject was negligible when I was actually being graded on Roman history, but lately it appeals to me. Bookstores around me don’t have it, however, and it’s not on Kindle. Distressing, but perhaps a sign that I should leave it alone.
6. FINALLY, the baking! So every Christmas patients of my dad bring him mountains of baked goods. He’s a dentist, so this seems kind of strange, but no one is complaining. For the past few years someone has been bringing these cookies (if you can call them that), and I LOVE them. I could never put my finger on exactly what they reminded me of, but today in the midst of baking them I realized they taste so much like Tagalongs*, which I’m obsessed with but too intimidated by the intense do-it-yourself recipes to try to make them at home. These are the exception. I’m sure Tagalong purists will berate me for all the missing ingredients keeping it from being a *true* Tagalong, but they’re freaking delicious so I don’t care. They’re a poor man’s Tagalong, if you will. That’s better than no Tagalong at all.
*Also I just remembered that some people call these Peanut Butter Patties. Who are you? Not a fan of the word patty. In other news, I’m a snob.
These amounts are definitely not set in stone. The great thing is that you can make as many or as few as you want. I’ll just tell you what I did. I ended up with about 20 cookies.
-1 lb decorating chocolate (like chocolate bark. You could probably use chocolate chips just as easily).
-1/2 jar peanut butter (I used Reese’s because it’s sweet. I wouldn’t recommend natural peanut butter since it’s kind of runny).
-1 1/2 sleeves Ritz Crackers
-Peanut butter chips (optional)
1. Spread about a teaspoon (or however much you want) of peanut butter on one side of a Ritz cracker. Make sandwich with other Ritz cracker (think like a Ritz cracker oreo).
2. Melt chocolate. I used the chocolate bark in the microwave tray. The microwave tray sucked, so I ended up putting in a saucepan on low heat. You want it to be smooth.
3. Dip Ritz crackers in melted chocolate, fully coating them. I just dropped them in, rolled them around and spooned them out.
4. Decorate with peanut butter chips if desired. Let cool to room temperature