Hot Polka Dot
2Oct/12

Better Late Than Never.

     I know, it's kind of late for peaches. Consider it my last ditch attempt to hold onto one of my favourite fruits and seasons. Summer is so fleeting and peache season is short-lived. This year we were lucky enough to have an early Summer but it's fading too quickly. The leaves are turning and the days are growing darker and colder. Thanksgiving is approaching and I'm already thinking about Christmas.

Time is funny that way.

They say that with every year that passes your perception of time seems to speed up.

I remember when a six hour school day would move at a snails pace and it was far too much time taken out of my busy light bright and etch-a-sketch schedule. I remember when the wait for Christmas began at the first snowflake and dragged on for what felt like forever. I remember anxiously peering into the hot oven and watching the pie crust bubble on that night's dessert, all the while being tormented by the scent of spiced apples and buttery pastry.

Now there's never enough time in the day, to-do lists get longer instead of shorter, entire months pass in the blink of an eye and I surprise myself when I realize how many years I've known some friends.

Sometimes I wish that I could just hit the pause button, slow-mo, and definitely rewind.

What better way to slow down than with a warm batch of Peach Oatmeal Cookies? There's something about oatmeal that screams Winter and Peaches are exclusively a Summer treat. Why not combine them to smooth the transition this Fall?

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1Feb/12

The Last Cookie.


When you bake cookies it's like some kind of earth-shattering domestic phenomenon. The house fills with the intoxicating scent of fresh baked love all gooey with melted chocolate chips, chewy with oats and sweetly studded with dried cranberries.

Suddenly people from all corners of the home come out of hiding and follow their noses to the source of their mutual adoration. Like hounds who've caught the trail of prey, noses to the ground, tails wagging.

In the course of the next few days, hours, or in some cases minutes, the cookies are greedily devoured. No crumb is safe, no chocolate chip left behind. Gradually the batch is thinned out, the plumpest cookies picked off one by one like lambs to the slaughter. What was once twelve becomes eight, then six, then four and finally one. One lonely cookie sits in what now seems like an immense jar. Once stuffed with its brothers and sisters, the jar is now empty save one survivor.

Days pass and there it remains. The relief of being spared the all too recent massacre wears off and he's left wondering why he wasn't chosen. Was he too small? Was he over-baked? Was he lacking in chocolate or cranberries? No, this isn't fourth grade kickball.

No one wants the last cookie because no one can bear to put an end to the deliciousness. No one wants to be the one responsible for depriving the others of all that sugar and love. Once the last cookie is reduced to crumbs you know it will never fill that void inside when you crave another and realize that's it.

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25Nov/10

Warming Up To Winter.


On a cold Winter's day such as this one what's better than warming your kitchen and your heart with soft, chewy fresh from the oven Oatmeal Cookies? And not just any Oatmeal Cookies. Maple Cinnamon Oatmeal Cookies!

It's been particularly chilly here in Edmonton, which normally wouldn't come as a surprise at this time of year and in this part of the country. I guess I was enjoying Autumn so much I didn't realize Winter was already upon us.

I miss all the pretty colours. I miss walking out the door in just jeans and a sweater. I miss the sun. I even miss the rain.

Despite all this, each time the seasons change I decide on a new favourite season. It doesn't matter that I can't feel my feet, or that my nose turns an embarrassing shade of red, or that I get an electric shock from everything I touch, or that the zipper on my favourite coat is broken.

The ground looks like it's made of diamonds. The trees are glass. Breath hangs in suspended animation. Footsteps are forever.

Looks like I might be warming up to Winter. Pun intended.

As the seasons shift I thought it was a perfect time to change up a few things here at Hot Polka Dot. Time to mature. Time to grow up. Time for big bold photos. I'll miss the polaroids, but change is good.

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11Sep/10

How Do You Like Them Apples?




You might have noticed recently that I enlarged all the photos on my blog. In celebration of this very visual achievement I decided to do a very visual post.

These are the prettiest dang apples I've ever laid eyes on and they grew in my very own front yard! They range in size from small apricots to small McIntosh apples. I made Crab Apple Crisp with them and it was the tastiest apple crisp I've ever eaten.

If you lack a Crab Apple tree of your own or legal access to one I suggest you don a black mask straight away and shake down your neighbours tree.

Ah hem...

What I meant to say was you can use any sort of apples in place of crab apples.

I'll shut up now and let you enjoy the pretty pictures.

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16Jul/10

Love Muffin: Maple Bacon Oatmeal.


Yeah you read that right. Ladies and gentlemen, that was no typo.

For those of us who just can't make up our minds in the morning. I give you the ultimate breakfast. It's like four breakfast meals rolled into one. It's a bowl of oatmeal. It's a stack of pancakes. It's a handful of bacon. It's a muffin... umm obviously.

Breakfast. Of. Champions.

These days we're discouraged from eating things like greasy bacon and pancakes slathered in syrup and here I am combining them. No, I'm not trying to kill you. There's some oatmeal in there so that's got to count for something, right? The healthy power of oatmeal might magically counteract the unhealthy evil of it's breakfast foes.

You can pretend it's healthy. Like I do.

Or just shirk the rules and shove them in your mouth. Like I do.

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