I’m pretty sure you guys know this by now but we take breakfast pretty serious around here. I’m a firm believer that starting your day with a little wholesome goodness is the best (and only) way to start the day. As for Thom? Well, he’s a lot less concerned about the nutritional value of what he’s shoving into his face and more concerned with the fact that he just gets something – anything – into his body within a couple hours of waking. If there’s a healthier alternative, he’ll gladly eat it. But his request for homemade granola fell on deaf ears so, naturally, he started buying it from the grocery store. And when I picked up the bag and noticed multiple forms of processed sugar I knew I had to stop being lazy and make the man some damn granola because there’s no reason anyone should be eating that much highly refined sugar first thing in the morning.
This post was created in partnership with Califia Farms.
More brown things. More peanut butter things. More chocolate things. I know I know I KNOW. But I’ve been sitting on this recipe for far too long and at least once a week someone hounds me about sharing it. So here it is in all its Timberland-hued glory: the very best peanut butter cookies I’ve ever made.
When it comes to furniture, I’m particular to a fault. I know what I want and I refuse to settle no matter how unreasonable my demands. For a long time we were the kind of people who had apartments filled with IKEA furniture because, well, let’s be honest – IKEA is affordable and their furniture pieces are super easy to move. But when we bought our condo a few years ago, we decided to slowly replace those items with pieces we really love – like a bar cart, mid-mod teak lounge chair, record console, etc. I’m still on the hunt for the perfect couch (actually, I think I found it) and a desk with decent storage that isn’t too bulky, but that’s beside the point because today I’m here to talk about our new dining table. Which I’d been searching for since we first put an offer on our condo in early 2014.
This post was created in partnership with Bob’s Red Mill.
I had zero intentions of coming here with a gluten-free version of this recipe today, but here I am with cookie bars that are chock-full of almond flour, coconut flour, and an assortment of starches. And here I am telling you that I finally discovered what’s been causing my GI distress: gluten.
I was in denial for a long time. I thought for certain it was my gelatin supplement (because that stuff can be pretty difficult to digest) or my massive increase in protein (I recently started eating one gram for every pound of bodyweight) (I’mma tell you all about my journey into heavy weight training very soon), but nope – it was the glutens. THE GLUTENS. I spent a couple of days feeling sorry for myself because BREAD IS LIFE, THOM. HOW AM I GOING TO LIVE WITHOUT GLUTENOUS BREAD? But after a few days of zero GI issues, I realized the relief I felt far outweighed a life with gluten. I also realized I wasn’t doing anyone any favors by sitting around and wallowing in self-pity (right Thom?), so I put on my big girl pants* and dealt with my new sensitivity like an adult human. And you know what happened? These cookie bars.