|Pumpkin cookies with quinoa flakes. Like oatmeal- but better.|
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I started this whole crazy blogging adventure back in a village on Cape Cod famous for quaint. One of those slow paced leafy communities with whitewashed churches and a town grist mill. Salt weathered shingles and white picket fences and roses in June. You know, historic. Beachy. The magical stuff of regional painters and windswept poets prone to melancholy.
Then an empty nest ignited the urge for going and my husband and I moved west to the rural high desert of New Mexico where the cobalt beauty of an oceanic sky met the hot iron of isolation and a certain individual's proclivity toward brittle bones. My broken hip changed my body forever.
Four years later (relocated to Los Angeles) I am profoundly grateful to live by the ocean again. I am wrestling with new ideas and facing certain limitations (still waiting for Margaret Mead's promise of zest). Days are often a stew of conflicting realities, losses and gains stirred so close together they emulsify.
There are days I feel thirty and days I feel eighty. Sometimes in the same single moment.
Forgive my habitual drift into philosophical territory here, but here's the thing. A growing, deepening awareness of how little we actually control has sparked my need to surrender. And shake loose some assumptions. Including the perception of Other (risking a messy and complicated expansion of the heart, the awareness of Yeah, I am that too). Which startles you with a sharp clean view of what is valuable and true.
What is bare bones rock bottom important.
Important not in some airy-fairy New Agey or even dyed-in-the-wool religious way. I chafe inside any system and its man-made rules (key word: man-made). I'm old enough now to look back upon decades with an estrogen-free seasoned eye. I see the need behind belief. I see the old paradigm. I see why people judge and separate, critique and belittle. I see the reason why unruly concepts are snipped down to size and labeled and tucked safely into rehearsed little packages of fear whisked with a pinch of faith. The Ego rules. And the Ego loves conflict.
I also see the powerful few doling out platitudes to the millions who struggle with so much less. And we are not blameless, either, we who are so willing to consume what masquerades as inclusion when it is anything but.
So here's the thing.
Before I share my recipe today, before I conjure words about cookies and yummy flavors and how much vanilla to beat into the dough, allow me some food for thought, if you will.
We are all given moments of grace.
Far too many of these moments are missed, floating by the fuzzy edges of momentum, a stream of invisible assumptions. And needs. Life guarantees change, but really, what else? Opportunity (what are you going to do with what you've got?). Choice. Self explanatory, right? We cut a swath of choices every single day. Trivial choices (would you like whipped cream on that?). And loaded choices (some requiring nothing less than moral courage to execute). Each and every choice spins us off in a direction, a trajectory with consequences.
And what I am coming to realize, even cherish, now more than ever, is this. The choices boil down to a choice between love (connection) or fear (separation). So what will you choose today?
Think about it.
As for me?
Think about it.
As for me?
I vote for love.
Karina's Pumpkin Quinoa Cookies
Originally published December 2009.These tasty morsels of cookie goodness freeze quite well, so hide a few on baking day and freeze for later. It's always nice to have a surprise treat on hand for unexpected guests.
1 cup Ancient Harvest Quinoa Flakes
1 cup sorghum flour or brown rice flour
1/4 cup millet flour
1 tablespoon tapioca starch or potato starch (not potato flour)
1 teaspoon xanthan gum
1/2 teaspoon fine sea salt
1 teaspoon baking soda
1 1/4 cups organic light brown sugar
1 teaspoon cinnamon
1/2 teaspoon nutmeg
1/4 teaspoon ground cloves
Preheat the oven to 350 degrees F. Line a baking sheet with parchment paper.
In a large mixing bowl, whisk together the dry ingredients.
1/2 cup Organic Coconut Oil or Spectrum Organic Shortening
Combine until the mixture is a bit crumbly and sandy.
1 cup canned pumpkin
1 tablespoon bourbon vanilla extract
1 tablespoon pure maple syrup
1/4 teaspoon lemon juice
Beat to combine.
Note: I did not need to do this, but-- if the dough is too stiff to handle, add your favorite non-dairy milk, one tablespoon at a time and just enough make a sticky gooey dough.
1 cup dairy-free dark chocolate chips
1/2 cup raisins or currants
Option to add in, if you like:
1/2 cup chopped nuts such as pecans or walnuts
Using a soup spoon drop the dough by spoonfuls onto the parchment paper. The dough is sticky, so use moist fingers to help round out and mound the dough; don't flatten them, just shape them a bit.
Bake in the center of a preheated oven till golden and firm. This is anywhere from 18 to 25 minutes, depending upon your oven, and whether or not you have added in fruit and nuts, etc.
Cool the cookies on a wire rack.
Drizzle with my Maple Nutmeg Icing- recipe is here.
These cookies were fabulous slightly warm from the oven. The outside of the cookie gets a little bit crisp as it cools and the inside stays tender and slightly chewy.
We wrapped and froze extras. They are delicious warmed slightly in the microwave.
Makes 22-24 medium cookies.
Recipe Source: glutenfreegoddess.blogspot.com
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