Only three more days until Fritz gets to take his test and then it is SUMMER! Which is weird, because I’m already craving fall like nobody’s business. I want apple pie. I want cinnamon spice. I want pumpkin…anything. And knowing that the weather in Canada is going to be in the high 70s and 80s is just heaven. Bring on the sweaters for those chilly nights, baby.
I also got around to baking cookies today! I wanted a treat to go with tea, and I knew that Fritz could use a break from studying. I also wanted to try using the almond flour that I got from Swanson Health Products, so when I found a recipe for almond oat cookies, I got right on board.
- 1 egg, room temperature
- 1/3 C sugar
- 1/4 C butter, melted
- 1 t vanilla extract
- 1 C rolled oats
- 1/4 C almond flour
- 1 t baking powder
- handful whole almonds
Preheat the oven to 375 degrees. Whip the egg and sugar together until light, then add the melted butter and vanilla. Mix in the oats, almond flour, and baking powder and stir until combined.
Drop spoonfuls onto a baking sheet lined with parchment paper, giving them enough room to spread out (I didn’t really give them enough space). I put one whole almond in the middle of each cookie, but you could also chop ’em and sprinkle them over the tops.
Bake them on the middle rack for about ten minutes until the bottom and edges are golden brown. Allow them to cool on the baking sheet for about five or ten minutes before transferring them to a cooling rack.
The absolute best part of these cookies are the crunchy, buttery, golden edges.
So gosh darn delicious. Not to mention quick and easy–the recipe makes about a dozen big, thin, crunchy on the edges, soft in the middle cookies. Perfect with tea or coffee.
The almond flavor from the almond meal is subtle but really, really good.
I also got to experience something fun today that I like to call “Big Cat in a Small Box”. That cat really loves small and enclosed spaces.
He also loves standing inside the handle of bags. Leave any bag lying around, and he’ll sneak over, snuggle his way into the handle, and just stand there until someone notices him.