Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Cookie of the Week

I didn't do Cookie of the Week last week because it was just boring old no-bake cookies.

This week was an old standby.


Fishing cookies.


They're an oatmeal cookie with chocolate chips, coconut and walnuts. Crispy and chewy all at once.

As I was watching an ad for that stupid Rocket Fishing Launcher fishing pole because you know casting a fishing pole is soooooo hard (just like planting a tomato or wearing a blanket to keep warm), it occurred to me that Chunky's never been fishing.

I know when I was his age my Old Man had taken me fishing. I want to say in the summer we'd go fishing nearly every weekend.

Four more years until we can hopefully migrate back up home. By that time Chunky will have a year or so of license-free fishing left.

Yes, I could take him fishing here in New Jersey. But gross, I'll openly admit to being a fish-snob. And I won't do catch and release. That's like alien abduction!!!



Blogger Donna Lee said...

Ok, you fishing snob. My husband took my girls fishing (I stopped going when someone caught their hook in my leg) in some small local streams and lakes. They never caught anything (I'm not a catch and release person either, I remember the far side cartoon with the frog shaped aliens saying "it doesn't really hurt them,it's just nerves" as they reel in humans).
There are places to take Chunky where you could have a good time and even eat the fish he catches.

8:29 AM  
Blogger T. Budnik said...

Look at your with your fancy parchment paper!!!

Um, catch 'n release is a form of art. I've learned that there are some fish you just don't want to eat--either too small or funky-tasting. Also, since being in the Midwest, I've learned that bass fishing competitions require that the fish is alive at the time of measurement. How weird is that?


9:36 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Oh! "Pushing" cookies! Yum!Yum! Your youngest brother would LOVE those!
As for catch and release...what is the use or purpose in that? So you traumatize a fish so that you or someone else can do it again? Makes no sense to me!
Love, Mom

9:53 AM  
Blogger Elizabeth said...

In Wisconsin, children and nursing women really should not eat any fish from any lake, mostly because of mercury contamination. Mercury gets into the atmosphere from coal burning and medical waste incineration, then falls with rain. The acidity in in most Wisconsin lakes causes the mercury to change into the more dangerous type and it bio-accumulates in fish even in very remote places. I bet it's bad in NJ, too.

9:59 AM  
Blogger Karen said...

They were fishing last year along the water by my house. I think they said bluefish. I could be wrong. Bring Chunky down by me, and we'll take the boys fishing. :) Not that *I've* ever been fishing.....

11:10 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Bring Chunky to our house and Great Uncle Joe can take him fishing. He has a boat and everything. He does catch and release. He will spend the whole day fishing. I think it is relaxing for him. Not my idea of relaxing!

Cookies look good. Love, Aunt Susan

2:39 PM  
Blogger Laura said...

My dad loved fishing. He used to go all the time during the summer. I'm afraid of worms (yes, I'm a wimp!) and I don't like touching fish, let alone eating any that aren't in breaded, frozen filet form (ha, ha!) so fishing is not for me! I remember as a kid my elderly next door neighbor going fishing in Lake Erie, and bringing home sheephead for his wife to cook. Ewwww!

5:09 PM  
Blogger Laura said...

P.S. Of course if you go fishing with the boys, you can bring along your knitting and knit while they fish - that might not be so bad!

5:11 PM  
Blogger Crafty Christina said...

My dad used to take me fishing quite a bit when I was younger. We'd get on one of those charter boats in Sheepshead Bay and head out into the deeper water. My favorite was fishing for bluefish because they out up such a huge fight.

6:01 PM  
Blogger Carol said...

I have been fishing with my dad. After a year or so it got old and he would fish and I would sunbathe and read a book.

8:30 PM  
Blogger Ina said...

OK, I give up -- why are the cookies fishing cookies?

Clark's Pond and in the pond in Branch Brook Park are stocked with trout -- I've seen people fishing. On the other hand, the shellfish in Newark Bay have such high levels of PCBs that they are not only Do Not Eat, they are Do Not Touch!

10:08 PM  
Blogger Ellie said...

(Ok, so I'm still here too, catching up ;-) Bwah ha ha!)

Those cookies look much better than my healthified cereal this morning... although the catching up brought me directly to the post about the auction baskets, and my coffee ended up on my screen! That's so hilarious, esp. considering I just got sucked into selling raffle tickets at daycare for my one year old where I ended up signing a paper without reading it (my own fault) and was on the hook for some serious moulah. The things we do for our kiddos :-P

(oh, and I'm interested too if you find some appropriate fishing spots in these parts - my brother is big on the fishing and I'm thinking N. should eventually go)

Happy belated Mom's Day - Moochie and Chunky are as scrumptious as those cookies!

7:07 AM  
Blogger cpurl17 said...

Yum I could just eat that dough straight out of the bowl.

I've been fishing exactly once in my life as a pre-teen. Then they made me eat it. It was catfish and I don't like fish.

5:50 PM  
Blogger Sarah said...

I just read something about how the things we grew up with we miss because our kids are growing up with different things.
There's a lot my kids haven't done I ought to start doing with them. How the heck did my parents have the energy?

7:13 AM  
Blogger Linnea said...

Mmm, the cookies look excellent. I'll have to try some when I'm not feeling too lazy to go out and hunt down some coconut. It's wild around here, you know.

You know, I grew up on an island, and yet I've never been fishing. Go figure. Hope that you'll get to do some soon - we're also playing the "four more years until" waiting game... Delightful, isn't it?

9:49 AM  

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