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Posted by: Liz | From: September 06, 2006

It feels like I've had so many big, monumental things to post about lately that all the little tidbittery that usually makes up this blog has been pushed into nowhere. And honestly, what good is a blog if you aren't telling people things, like your internal war of wills against filled cookies or how you were attacked by skateboards?

Which I totally was. J has his longboard and skateboard hanging by their wheels over the top of the door to our front room. They were put there after we sold our bookcase and promptly had nowhere else in the apartment to store anything, and while they seemed to be in a precarious place, I kept pushing it out of my mind. Which then, of course, caused them to fall on me while I was cleaning up last week. The longboard fell straight down, taking the skin on my elbow with it, and just as I was recovering from that little shock, the skateboard fell on my head. It is quite something to be injured so badly by skateboards when you're not even riding them.

I spent much of Friday afternoon baking batches of Martha Stewart's Chocolate Peanut Butter Surprise Cookies. For some reason when I first made these several years ago, J and I got a big kick out of the "surprise" in the title and took to yelling, "Surprise!" whenever anyone would take a bite of them. (Although, here's a tip Martha: it's not too surprising if the hidden ingredient is in the name of the baked good.) I should also mention that a bunch of us were heading to the Zombie Hut that evening to start Labor Day off right, and the whole time I was baking the cookies I was thinking, "I'll bring these cookies to the bar!" Not until I was done baking them did I remember that people don't bring treats to bars when there is no birthday. What is wrong with me?

So I'm making the cookies and I decide I'll be a little sneaky. I'll put something--something OTHER THAN PEANUT BUTTER--into one of the cookies. Because then there would be a real surprise! Trust me, this was hilarious to me at the time. I searched the kitchen and, after rejecting crushed up Ritz crackers and wasabi peas (hmm, perhaps I was too hasty with the wasabi peas...), I decided on a couple of chocolate covered raisins. Innocuous, but TOTALLY DIFFERENT THAN PEANUT BUTTER! After I decided I wasn't going to be the moron that brought cookies to a bar, I realized J and I would be the only recipients of my surprise cookies, J being the only one who could be surprised by the non-peanut butter. So I spent the rest of the weekend poking at the cookies to determine whether I could discern a peanut butter center (making it okay for me to eat), and yelling at J every time he took a cookie, "Surprise! Is it a surprise?" Which eventually lead to:

J: I think I found the surprise. Was it just chocolate?
L: What? No...
J: Well, I got one that was just chocolate.
L: It was supposed to be chocolate covered raisins.
J: Nope, no raisins.

So the Great Cookie Experiment was a total bust, but on the upside, Kelly and I found a new bar in the neighborhood that has bocce ball. Bocce ball is my kind of bar sport in that, much like darts or shuffleboard, you don't have to exert much effort to perform the basics of the game and there is always a chance luck will step in and give you a really good turn. I mean, you still get creamed by people who actually have bocce ball skills, but it's not too embarrassing to give it a go.

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