Lethargic, listless, lackadaisical. I've been utterly lazy the last week and half. At first, it was because I was jet-lagged, blaming time differences and long flights on my reason for not getting up from the couch. However, after the fatigue wore off, so did my excuses. I began setting my alarm to get up for the gym—an honest attempt to drag myself back into a normal schedule. Waking up to the loud beeping with cloudy skies overhead, I found myself hitting the snooze button and turning over for another hour's rest.
Not today, I'd tell myself. Maybe tomorrow...
One day turned into two. Then three, then four. After rolling out of bed, I'd eat breakfast before situating myself in front of the television to watch hours of sitcoms and Lifetime movies. I made up excuses to convince myself I didn't need to leave the house. Overdue library books sat by the front door, accumulating small, but bothersome ten cent charges each day that passed. I wasn't sad or depressed, sick or under the weather. I was simply and inexcusably lazy.
I don't really need to go to the gym, I'd tell myself while eating through a bag of potato chips. I'll bake something tomorrow, I'd assure myself, scrolling through more recipes on Pinterest. Laziness was a luxury, wasn't it?
But, as the days turned into a week, I wasn't so sure of that anymore.
Abraham Miller once said that he who knows how to loaf is wiser than three sages. I have the feeling, however, he wasn't talking about me. With all the reality television I was watching, I couldn't hope to be as wise as one sage, much less three. Laziness was no longer a luxury. It was becoming a chore (and no one likes chores).
Exactly 10 days after my lazy streak started, it abruptly ended. I pulled myself together. I went to the gym. I cuddled back up to my Kitchenaid mixer and made sweet, sweet desserts. I returned the library books back to their rightful home. Though laziness does have a time and place (and I will look back upon mine fondly), sometimes enough is enough.
The real world comes calling and we all must get up off the couch.
These Peanut Butter Cornmeal Cookies are the product of curious thinking and experimentation. Gluten and dairy free, the cookies are made with crunchy peanut butter and rolled in sugar for sweetness. The cornmeal adds a little extra texture to these cookies, without a distinguishable taste. Though the cornmeal can give the cookies a drier texture, it isn't anything a glass of milk can't cure.
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Peanut Butter Cornmeal Cookies
Yields about 18 cookies
1 cup chunky peanut butter
1/2 cup granulated sugar, plus extra for rolling
1 large egg
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
1 teaspoon baking powder
1/3 cup cornmeal
Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (180 degrees C).
In a large mixing bowl, cream together the peanut butter and sugar. Add the egg and vanilla extract, mixing well. Stir in baking powder and cornmeal. The batter will be very thick. Add 2-3 tablespoons water to smooth out the batter.
Form tablespoon-sized balls and roll cookie dough in sugar. Place cookies on a baking sheet and flatten. Press a fork into the top to create decorative patterns. Bake for 10-12 minutes. Cool on the baking sheet for at least 5-10 minutes before moving to a cooling rack to cool completely. The cookies will be very fragile and need to cool down before they can be moved.