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Don’t Worry Baby…

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My endeavors to find the perfect cocktail dress follow the storyline of a pitiful romantic movie where a young, bright-eyed gal goes into New York City to find the man of her dreams but ends up realizing that there’s no way that’s happening in New York City and and has a cataclysmic moment when she discovers the “true” meaning of love or something overly sentimental like that.

Sex and the City has a way of making us believe in the power of love in New York City (like how Sarah Jessica Parker’s character hired Jennifer Hudson’s character just because Hudson’s character wanted to “find love in New York City”). Aww. How sweet.

But it’s misleading. Just like how store catalogs led me to believe that the right cocktail dress for me could definitely be found in the mall. You would think that of all the dresses in all the department stores and boutiques, there would be one that would be just right. But then there are things like price tags that make me want to faint, styles that are all too drab, and colors that would probably be blinding under some light bulbs with higher wattage (not the ones in their dimly-lit dressing rooms).

So being able to find a nice (note that I’ve already stopped using the word “perfect”) cocktail dress is pretty much just a figment of my imagination now.

The words “dress” and “shopping” will probably never appear together again in the study break time slots I set in my planner. Instead, they have been replaced by nicer words or combinations of words like “gawk at nice dresses online”, “watch Never Been Kissed for the umpteenth time” (one of my favorite movies ever), and “eat peanut butter cookies until…”

I can’t really find a word to go after “until” in that last one. I can’t even think of a possible scenario where peanut butter cookie eating would be unpleasant for me.

Whatever the case, watching Josie get her first kiss at age 25 in the middle of a baseball field while stuffing my mouth with warm peanut-butter cookies beats getting out of my sweats and going shopping for dresses.

I watched Never Been Kissed for the first time last summer with my mom and we both cried like babies during the finale.

…but she looks in my eyes and makes me realize, don’t worry baby.

Peanut Butter Criss Cross Cookies (From Cookie Madness)

1/2 cup butter
1/2 generous cup peanut butter (a little over 5 oz on the scale)
1/2 cup granulated sugar
1/2 cup brown sugar, packed
1 large egg
1/2 teaspoon vanilla
1 1/4 cups all-purpose unbleached flour
1 teaspoon baking soda
1/4 teaspoon salt
Some extra peanuts if desired

Preheat oven to 350 degrees F. In a mixing bowl, cream the shortening, peanut butter, and both sugars. Stir in the egg and vanilla.

In another bowl, stir together the flour, baking soda and salt, then add that mixture to the peanut butter mixture and stir until incorporated. Add some peanuts (however many you want) if you feel like it.

Shape into small balls about ¾ inch in diameter and place balls a few inches apart on parchment lined cookie sheets. Wet a fork with water and shake off excess. Press the damp fork into cookies and make deep criss-crosses. If fork dries, dampen it again and continue.

Bake for about 10-13 minutes or until golden brown. Remove from cookie sheet and place on a rack to cool.

Makes about 2 ½ dozen

P.S. The Beach Boys really do have a calming effect on a stressed pre-finals student.


About Natalie C.

A college graduate in molecular biology eagerly awaiting the commencement of my quest for the luxurious yet completely impractical hood that one receives at a Doctorate graduation ceremony.

3 responses »

  1. This is so sweet and funny at the same time. Thanks for putting a little smile into my night 🙂

  2. He who distinguishes the true savor of his food can never be a glutton; he who does not cannot be otherwise. ~Henry David Thoreau

  3. I love your blog!


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