Simple lemon blueberry cheesecake cookies
that start with a muffin mix!
I am definitely one of those people who want something they can’t have until they can actually have it. Last year I pined away for a particular purse. I found the exact one I wanted on Ebay. I would stare at it and “check in on it” until my husband asked if I wanted it for Christmas. Suddenly, I didn’t want it anymore. I’m annoying like that. This year, when my husband asked me what I wanted for my birthday, my mouth said “I don’t know”, but my mind said “time”. He clearly read my mind. He had to visit family this weekend in Tennessee. He offered to take the kids. I didn’t have to go. At first I was angry with him because now I had guilt. Once the thought that I would actually be all alone for an entire weekend ruminated in my mind for a night or two, I became giddy.
I haven’t been alone for an entire 24 hour period in 10 years! That’s a long time to be around continuous noise and distractions. What on earth would I do with myself for a whole weekend? The excitement kept building as I thought of all I could accomplish if I didn’t have to chauffeur anyone or break up fights. I was certain I would be a whirlwind of productivity! But when the time came for them to go, I wasn’t as thrilled at the prospect of being alone. In fact, I didn’t want it anymore. I cried as I watched the mini van carrying the people closest to me pulled away.
The afternoon hours passed just fine. I shopped alone, I ate whatever I wanted and had total control of the tv! It wasn’t until bed time that I became keenly aware of how big this house can feel. I swear my footsteps echoed as I wondered from room to room in the deafening silence. I’ve never known a house to feel so hallow and vacant. I hated it. I wanted everyone back! And talking to them on the phone made it worse. It was painfully obvious that I was here and they were not. Besides, I wasn’t used to being on the other end of the phone with my kids. For 10 years I’ve been the one to hold up the phone for them.
While the nights were lonely, I made terrific use of my time during the daylight hours. I did what any food blogger would do when faced with an abundance of alone time, I blogged and I baked! I was a spit fire in the kitchen, it kept my mind off how much I missed my family. I have been wanting to try my friend Julie’s White Chocolate Raspberry Cheesecake Cookies since she posted them. I couldn’t find the raspberry muffin mix, so I made blueberry. It only seemed natural to throw in some lemon zest, I mean lemon and blueberry go together like love and marriage right? These cookies were so soft with a texture almost like cake. Just sweet enough with a little tartness from the lemon. The perfect cookie for my night of emotional eating!
I have about 3 hours left until my raucous crew returns. I’m certain in no time I will complain about how loud they all are and I will no doubt be nagging them to do something. That’s sort of my job. But, it’s also my job to hug all of them as soon as they walk in the door. And once I have sufficiently covered their faces in kisses, I’m going to stuff their mouths with cookies!
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