Oh, Nutella, it was a great idea but the delivery sucked. I don’t mean the taste–they were pretty on point with that–but the ingredients are, well, subpar. Sugar is the first ingredient on the list… followed by oil, skim milk powder, reduced fat coco powder (stop taking the fat out of whole foods, Food Industry!) and then some preservatives. Ew.
I was inspired a a recipe a friend shared on my Facebook. I’ve been getting so many fun recipe ideas since Leif has gone grain free! Thanks, Friends. Since we’re celebrating Leif’s 3rd birthday this weekend, I thought it was a perfect time to whip of a batch on these “nutella” cookies. Super simple ingredients. Super delicious.
I have been slowly working my way through Mo Gawdat’s book Solve for Happy. One of the things he says that has helped him to be happy, even in times of immense loss, is a happiness list. His list is forever growing. When I started my list last week, it had things like coffee, the post run high, my kids’ smiles. There’s one BIG thing though. There’s an experience (or 2 actually) that so fully flood my body with contentment when I think about it. It has happened twice to me but in two very different ways– The moment when I finally met my babies. With Leif, the labor was painful and long. The labor itself was not peaceful but powerful, painful, and exhausting. The emotions that reached every corner of my body when I pushed him out were absolute Heaven.
Rein, was different. My labor was peaceful, even zenful. I enjoyed the waves of contractions that rang in my hips. I enjoyed working through each one. Then, as we know, the birth took a quick turn (literally, he turned transverse) and I ended up with a traumatic cesarean. I can still hear my own voice sometimes, the screaming– “Why isn’t he crying?!?!?!?!” Yesterday, while running, I remembered this. I felt my heart racing and tears pooling in my eyes. And then I said to myself, “He’s alive. It’s okay. He’s okay.” When they placed him on my chest, the experience was much different. It was relief. It was “Oh My God, we’re both still alive…” It was “Welcome home, how was a I complete without you?”
When the world feels really dark, this is where I go. I go to those first moments of holding Leif and Rein. Their wrinkly bodies on my bare chest. My lips, between joyful cries, telling them how much I love them and kissing their heads over and over while midwives and doctors sew me back together (I needed to be sewn up after both births–just different places).
This is the feeling I pray ushers me into the afterlife when my time on earth is done. This is the sacred space where I will always feel at home.
I have always been a fan of cookie dough. As a kid, I’d still it when my mom made cookies. Thankfully, I didn’t die from eating raw eggs. When I became vegan, my love for cookie dough did not diminish but my risk of getting salmonella did. I love cookie dough more than I love actual cookies…and that’s saying something because I really love cookies. This recipe blew my mind though. This is about as guilt free as it gets when it comes to eating cookie dough. This can be eaten by it self or added to smoothies or banana nice cream for a blizzard like experience.
Melissa ~ Sweet Beets Owner & Coach
I integrate diet, exercise, career, relationships, and spirituality to support clients on their journey toward wholehearted wellness.
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