Burning
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“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.”
Jack Kerouac, On The Road



These ginger cookies are for you, you with the fire in your belly. For you who has a burning thing inside your being that says “you must create, you must go, you must love, you must dive head first, you must stand up, you must be brave, you must not be afraid to fail.”
Feed and surround yourself with the fuel that lights up your soul. People. Places. Things. Thoughts. Torch it all. It’s the one true thing you really have to offer this world. Don’t let others put it out. But more importantly, don’t get in your own way by worrying what others will think of that brain you were given, that heart that beats loudly in your chest, that burning thing you’ve cultivated and believed in. Throw it out and set it all aflame. Watch it glow. Watch it spread. Watch it change this world.

Ginger Oat Cookies
slightly adapted from Jude Blereau
- 1/2 cup dried dates, chopped
- 3 cups rolled oats
- 3/4 cup cooked oatmeal
- 1/2 cup pecans or walnuts, chopped
- 1/2 cup glacé (crystalized) ginger, chopped
- 1/2 cup coconut oil
- 1/4 cup brown rice syrup
- 1 tsp vanilla
- 2 eggs
Preheat the oven for 350.’ Cook the oatmeal on a stovetop first 1/2 cup of oats to 1 cup water. Set aside, let cool. Soak the dates in 1/4 of extra hot water, and mash with a fork. Add the vanilla to the date paste when room temp.
In a large bowl, combine oats, oatmeal, nuts, and ginger. Add mashed up dates/vanilla as well as the coconut oil, brown rice syrup, and eggs. Mix together with your hands until well combined and coated. Mixture will feel wet and not overly sticky. Shape into balls and place onto a baking sheet covered with parchment paper. Bake for 15-20 minutes until lightly browned on the edges and top.
More on the cake-y side than in cookie camp. I think these would make excellent morning-0n-the-run bars if pressed into a 8×8 pan and cut into squares.


The Girl Scouts have taken over. I can’t go anywhere these days without seeing adorable eight and nine year-old girls waving colorful boxes of cookies and alluring the sugar-addicted masses to support their (worthy and important) programs. I take a deep breath before I write this, because I don’t want to come off as a total cynic, but have you taken a peek at the nutrition labels on those bad boys lately? Yikes! How do those tiny treats pack such a harsh punch? Here’s what I found on the Girl Scouts website for the Samoas variety: