Coconut Chocolate Chocolate Chip Cookies

I am in a funk, a rut.  Having a serious lazy bout.  A bit blasé.   Even a touch melancholy.  Whatever you call it, I am in it.  My get up and go is gone.  This happens from time to time ( to everyone, I think.  I hope.) and this time around it is because I am tired of summer.  There, I said it.  I am a girl with 4 seasons burned into her soul…and I am ready for a bit of change.  A seasonal change.

I am craving layers of clothing that need no explanation and I find myself longing for boots and thick socks.  Hearty meals full of comfort and nourishment are tempting my tastebuds.  My need for quiet evenings absorbed in a book or a classic flick outweight my drive to be doing anything else, besides maybe a bonfire with quiet conversation and random outburst of laughter.  My craving for change is rearing its head before the calendar says it is time for change.  Therefore, I am stuck.  Or just a tad sticky.  And boy do I hate being sticky.  ( Stickiness is my one aversion to small children.  Why are they always so sticky?  Like, literally, sticky. Tacky to the touch.  I will handle my children with rubber gloves. )

 

The final weeks of winter and summer bring about these feelings.  I can feel it coming on and there is no stopping it.  Late February, the stirring enters and leaves me feeling anxious and squirmy.  Ready for the warmth of the sun on my skin and the sweet smell of spring rains.  Ready for the longer days and warm evenings.  Come August, I am prepared for the opposite.  God forbid I ever move somewhere with no distinct seasons.  Would I ever be able to shake the funk?  Where would the reliable and predictable change come from?

It doesn’t help to see promotions for upcoming Oktoberfest celebrations in the paper and pumpkin ales in the grocery.  Boot sales at Nordstroms and ‘Back to School’ sales at Staples.  My eyes and mind see and recognize change….however, they are premature and they, too, are jumping the gun.
Now don’t get me wrong.  I am not trying to rush summer or toss it to the wayside.  Consider this like the week or two before vacation.  That is how I feel.  Where the anticipation is maxed out and the urge to drop whatever is on your plate and leave early is so strong that the tiniest temptataion will have you buckling under its pressure.  You are just pleading with the clock to tick a little faster for the next two weeks.  And then halt.  Because when you find yourself where you want to be, you kinda want that to last as long as possible.

So…Dear Summer,
While I love your heat and tanktops.  Pool parties and freckles.  I am sorry to say that I am over you.  Over you until next year.  So, I apologize in advance for any angry words or complaining comments aimed in your direction or my lack of motivation to enjoy what is left of your time with us.  I am, however, rather digging the hint of fall in your night air.  What does it feel like to be pushed out of the spotlight?  See, snarky.  I can’t help it.  Sorry.  Again.
Love.  Mal.

So since pot roast and chili.  Apple crisp and spiced cider must wait their turn, I am having a bit of trouble in the kitchen.  My cravings are not matching the season.  Thank goodness for cookies!  They are always in season.  Especially chocolate ones.  And if there is one thing that will drag me out of a funk, it is chocolate cookie dough (not that I recommend eating raw cookie dough, bbbuuutttt it kind of is the best stuff on Earth, just sayin’.)  And after a good dose of  cookie dough and then in rapid succession, hot from the oven coconut chocolate chocolate chip cookies…I can feel that blasé feeling evaporating.  The cool evening air drifting in through the wide open windows kind of helps too.

Come on fall…hurry up!