I was at Whole Foods a couple of weeks ago and made way to that machine that does the freshly ground nut butters. There was an older man standing adjacent with his right shoulder a couple of inches from getting covered with honey roasted peanut spread. As I meandered closer to the machine to look for the smaller size container, the man just stood there, either a) totally oblivious or b) too content to move. He finally got out of my way, about 10 seconds after I stood there staring at the piece that the stuff comes from- because that's how long it took me determine that those machines (while great in theory) are nasty.
There's gunk stuff all over the mouth and security cameras only know how long it's been since the last batch was rendered (or what 6 year old decided to stick their right index all up in there). I made the quick decision to carry on.
I pushed my way over to the dairy section, grabbed some yogurt and went back...my cart was missing. First feeling: anxiety. I have work soon and there was a lot of handpicked produce in there.
Realizing where I had parked myself- I totally stole someone elses! I have never done such a thing! In fact, I pride myself in being a darn great shopper...I park my goods in non-busy areas, I make sure others can get around me in aisles, I get stuff off the top shelf for people.
I was so embarrassed that I admit I just left the cart there; there being halfway across the store where the owner surely couldn't find it. I then proceeded to wrap back around the produce section, cunningly avoiding my trail and looped through to the nut butter machine-- just where I'd left mine. In that moment, I noticed a mom with take-out in her hands and her teenage daughter following. The daughter was as bratty as ever (btw, a carbon copy of me at that age) and totally PISSED at her mom.
"What do you mean you don't know where it is? How could you lose it?"
Mom: "I don't know, it was over here. I don't know where it went."
I watched them walk around a little longer, the daughter totally ruthless. I felt so bad for the mom, it wasn't her fault- I, the professional grocery store shopper, took their cart! It was ME! I'm the idiot! As much as I wanted to just bury my head and leave, I knew I couldn't. I couldn't because I know how hard daughters can be on their mom, mostly when they don't deserve it.
"Are you missing your cart? I think I took it. I'M SO SORRY! I'M SO SORRY," I said, catching them off-guard.
The mom looked relieved and surprised. "That's ok," smiling, seeming as though I cut her the slack her daughter wouldn't. I could feel the teenage glare beaming in my direction.
Cue awkward walk across the market.
I handed over their cart and could only hope that for a moment, the daughter felt a tinge of guilt. The next day I made these cookies and shared them with my mom and sister- very grateful for them indeed.
Hope everyone has a wonderful Thanksgiving tomorrow!
Adapted from Smitten Kitchen
INGREDIENTS: (makes about 15)
- ½ cup (4 oz.) butter, softened
- 2/3 cup light brown sugar, packed
- 1 large egg
- ½ teaspoon vanilla extract
- ¾ cup all-purpose flour
- ½ teaspoon baking soda
- ½ teaspoon cinnamon
- ½ teaspoon kosher salt
- 1½ cups rolled oats
- ½ cup dried cranberries
- ½ cup chocolate chips
-Preheat the oven to 375˚ F. Line two sheet trays with parchment.
-In the bowl of a stand mixer fit with the paddle attachment, cream together the butter and brown sugar until light and fluffy. Add the egg and vanilla and fully incorporate.
-In a separate bowl, whisk together the flour, baking soda, cinnamon and salt. Add to the butter/sugar mixture. Then stir in the dried cranberries and chocolate chips.
-At this point, chill the dough for chewier cookie, or (if impatient) bake right away for thinner/crispier cookies. Scoop into 2 tbsp. balls and bake 10-12 minutes or until bottoms are golden brown.