Gluten Free Healthy-ish Chocolate Chip Cookies with Banana and Flax Meal
So, two nights ago I had a serious hankering for chocolate chip something. Muffins, cookies, scones, I dunno. Zucchini chocolate chip muffins sounded divine, but I have a really bad history with food graters (read: I grate my fingers and/or fingernails off ever time because I am clumsy) and the zucchini at the store was inexplicably slimy. Not going to happen.
So I pinterested, as I am wont to do when I am hungry, and found a recipe for “Fruit Sweetened Gluten Free Cookie Recipes.” Looked interesting, I had the ingredients, so I tried it out. What I came up with was maybe not exactly what the blog author Lynn had in mind, so I’ve published my version of her very good recipe below. The recipe I made gave me nice thick cookies that were browned and crispy on the outside but soft and moist on the inside. I would recommend serving these within a few hours from the oven. I don’t know how they’ll keep – they got eaten too fast for me to provide helpful advice on that front. 🙂
This post is not about tunafish, sorry Milo.
Milo, our black and white fat cat from
Washington Michigan, has an obsession with human food – yogurt, ice cream, potato chips, salami, chicken soup, pepperoni pizza, and especially [& not surprisingly] tuna fish.
My little catdog burrito, Milo Scott Gabriel Fitzpatrick Prince Caspian (Milo for short).
We had a party once and I had to escort him upstairs and put him on bedroom arrest because he launched himself like a tree frog into the chip bag head first, and before I could retrieve him, had chips in his mouth. He is such a catdog. At least he sits before I feed him cheese.
Anyhow, last night Lovey and I were looking for a food adventure, the sort of thing you do when you have a free Friday night and a wanderlust that can’t be sated by any adventure within 30 minutes’ driving distance of this godforsaken Biscuitburgh where the local quotidian seems to idolize chain restaurants and
fats fast food above all. Thankfully, though I may be quotidian, I am not of local borne – thus requiring me to desire more culinary adventure than the exotic Olive Garden can provide.
I ended up pinteresting my way to a destination, a little pan-asian bistro opening to the warm streets of some upscale Pacific coast town with stone floors and those rice paper room dividers.