"c" is for cookie, that's good enough for me...

 Last week, I found a recipe for low carb, fake sugar peanut butter cookies.  I made them, and de-keto-ed them by using regular Jif crunchy peanut butter instead of natural, no sugar added peanut butter, but I also added just a few mini chocolate chips along with a few milk chocolate chips on top before baking.  The result:  I ate them all in like three days, really good.

So, this fine chilly morning, Kathryn was on her way over with the kids, with Darius too, because they had to get both of their cars inspected by the shop down the road.  My house is a good place to wait.  I put some cinnamon rolls in the oven, the easy-peasy tube ones, to warm it and make it smell welcoming...then I mixed up a quick batch of the de-keto-ed p.b. cookies...here's the recipe:

I like crunchy p.b., and I used half cup of brown sugar Swerve, zero calories, and a quarter cup of white monk fruit sweetener, a bit less than the recipe calls for, and they were plenty sweet enough.  

I didn't take any pictures when they came out of the oven, but they look like normal cookies, and the recipe makes 24 of a  decent size.  

So I don't know if this is an exceptionally good keto recipe, or just because I RARELY eat baked goods these days, but I really like them.

Kathryn and Darius and the kids are gone now, the house is quiet...the girls are doing school work, Paul is working, and here I am.  

Life is stranger than fiction.  One president simply cannot fathom that the ex-president would have classified documents in an unclassified place,  then turns out he has some too, in his garage...of a house he charges his son 49 thousand a month to rent.  More and more athletes are dropping, but we won't even mention what it probably is.  The murder trial I almost served on wrapped up quickly, she was found guilty, and sentencing is coming up soon.  Murders are happening all across this great country of ours, laws and rules don't seem to reign in evil, or help when people feel lost and desperate.  Abortion advocates   voted unanimously against the Born Alive bill, how heartless can you be?!  A naked male can traipse around in the locker room, scaring the daylights out of a young athlete heading to the shower after a swim, but she's the jerk when she complains about it.  Intolerance will not be tolerated!  upside-down, I tell you.

To cap off this lovely day, Paul and I and Evelyn went to clean an apartment that was vacated by someone who stopped paying rent a few months ago.  Can you say yucky?  Evelyn said it had the Poor People smell, but I dispute that. My father was raised in a big family, 12 kids, his father died when he was young, and his mama kept those kids spotless, and that house spotless.  "Soap and water are cheap.", was a saying of hers.  When I was growing up, we were not allowed to put our hands on the walls, or we would find one of those hands holding a soapy washcloth from our mother, who made offenders wash walls.  My own kids were also raised not to put their hands on the walls, and also to wash their hands before and after eating.   The apartment occupants had a cat, and cut squares out of each pair of window blinds, assumably so the little guy could see out.  There was cat litter here and there, the litter scoop, and even a few little poops on the bathroom floor.  The refrigerator was full of the kinds of things nightmares are made of, and the cupboards too.  But the walls and doorways, with the black dirty handprints, ??!!   The flooring is waterproof luxury vinyl planking, really nice stuff, and they dripped something black and sticky across it...there was food splattered on walls, cabinets, counters, stove...I just don't understand it.  I raised 16 kids, and wouldn't have won any prizes in the Clean House category, but compared to this, it was Blue Ribbon here.  

We got most of it clean...we'll have to do some painting, and more cleaning, shine up the windows, scrub the tub, replace the refrigerator, maybe the stove....phew.  Never a dull moment.  

Tomorrow Kathryn has to go out and about to get some diapers, and we need to pick up Camille's glasses. I'm thankful for down time, but also thankful for busy time...especially when it involves grandkids!