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It is 7 p.m. and I have no idea what we're having for dinner tonight. There are one zillion and seven things that need my attention right now and my brain is too jittery to concentrate on dinner.

Hey, yesterday I made the beef jerky of chocolate chip cookies! Usually I like to make two batches at a time, for comparison purposes, but I was distracted yesterday too.

Batch #16 "Chewy Chocolate-Chip Cookies"
Recipe is from Cooking Light and by far the healthiest of the cookies I've made. The recipe uses 1 Tablespoon of butter. One! Two egg whites. And a bit less than ¾ c. of sugar (brown and white combined). These low-fat cookies take longer to make because you have to beat the egg whites until stiff peaks form, which for some reason, took an exceptionally long time yesterday. The texture after folding in the rest of the ingredients is difficult to describe. It is sort of like thick marshmallow fluff. Very thick and sticky. The cookies look good, keep their shape, are light golden brown and taste good. But have a funky texture. When warm, they have a crunchy shell and gooey, chewy inside. After a day, they are really chewy and pliant, like beef jerky. This cookie doesn't make it to the next round, but is a good option for those who want a tasty lower fat alternative and don't mind sacrificing a bit in the texture department.

I went to the mall today. Mistake. Malls are some sort of alternate reality. Oh, sure, I used to hang out at the mall a lot in high school; I even worked in an ice cream shop at the mall. But now malls freak me out. I felt like everyone was looking at me, because everyone was looking at me. I actually checked to make sure I wasn’t still wearing my pjs. All buttons buttoned and zippers zipped. Hair brushed. Nothing unusual. I suppose it is possible I looked extraordinarily attractive today, but I doubt it. Creepy. I couldn’t even find what I was looking for. So I went to the grocery store to calm myself down. People are too busy consulting shopping lists and squeezing the tomatoes to pay attention to me in the grocery store.