Magic Treasure Cookies

What’s Cooking in Gail’s Kitchen? A Symphony of Flavors: Magic Treasure Cookies! Anyone can justify having dessert whenever cookies are around. But that’s not the only reason we bake them. Sure, cookies satisfy that craving our sweet tooth demands, but they also provide an afternoon pick-me-up because of the dough made from scratch. We know what’s in them. No preservatives or artificial stuff, that’s for sure. Setting that aside, cookies smell ah-mazing fresh from the oven. They have this magical way of bringing families together, which often brings smiles and laughter. Who can argue with that?

MAGIC TREASURE COOKIES

Ingredients:

1 1/2 cups graham cracker crumbs

1/2 cup flour

2 teaspoons baking powder

14-ounce can sweetened condensed milk

1/2 cup butter, room temperature 

1 1/3 cups flaked coconut 

12-ounce package semi-sweet chocolate chips 

1 cup walnuts, chopped

Instructions:

Preheat oven to 375°. In a small bowl, mix graham cracker crumbs, flour, and baking powder. In a large mixer bowl, beat sweetened condensed milk and butter until smooth. Add graham cracker crumb mixture; mix well. Stir in flaked coconut, chocolate chips, and chopped walnuts. Drop by rounded tablespoons onto ungreased cookie sheets. Bake 9-10 minutes, or until lightly browned. Enjoy!

Wave a Magic Wand

“As the moments blinked by,

the frail man painted his lifetime;

his words were his brush strokes.

That was only half of the magic.

The real magic was that

she listened. And heard.”

~ Christy Caballero

The Lure of the Mermaid

“I was a mermaid in my past life.

I feel it when I go into the sea.

I feel a connection there between me,

and the water, and the fish;

they speak to me…

and the shells, they ring out to me.”

~ Ella Henderson

In Search of The White Rabbit

It may not be Treasure Island, but the magic still engulfs all who venture here. An unforeseen scavenger hunt for The White Rabbit of Jefferson Airplane fame continues to “pop up” in bewilderment. Is this Wonderland? Follow me down the rabbit hole through the tree tunnel and see where immortality and mystification thrive. “When the men on the chessboard get up and tell you where to go…” dare you stick your neck out in a psychedelic haze? The fantasy mushrooms, for those who choose to see it. Do you accept the challenge?