Archive for April, 2016

Molasses Oat Bran Cookies

Written by Tad. Posted in Cookies

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If you need some extra fiber in your diet, here is a great way to add a little. These are really pretty cookies.

Recipe By:

1990 Pillsbury Bake-Off

Yield:

24

Ingredients:

1 cup sugar
3/4 cup vegetable oil
1 large egg
1/4 cup molasses
1 1/2 cups whole wheat flour
1 1/2 cups rolled oats
1/2 cup oat bran
2 teaspoons baking soda
1 teaspoon cinnamon
1/2 teaspoon ginger
1/4 teaspoon salt
1/4 teaspoon cloves
1/4 cup sugar

Directions:

1. In large bowl, combine 1 cup sugar, oil, egg, and molasses and mix very well.

2. In medium bowl, mix together flour, oats, bran, baking soda, cinnamon, ginger, salt and cloves.

3. Stir flour mixture into sugar mixture until well blended.

4. Cover with plastic wrap and place in refrigerator or sideboard for several hours, up to a day. You can skip this step but this allows the brans to soften and be more palatable.

5. Heat oven to 375°F.

6. Line cookie sheets with parchment.

7. Scoop dough into 2-tablespoon balls. Roll in the ¼ cup sugar.

8. Place on prepared sheets.

9. Bake 8-10 minutes until tops are cracked and edges starting to brown.

Notes:

I made these with All-Bran and they were not very good. Would stick with the oat bran if I were to make these again. They are pretty.

Three Drunks, Again

Written by Tad. Posted in Kooks

It seems like I have so many drunk stories that one might think this is a blog about drunks. Oh well, here are some more.

Drunk 1

My patient was a twenty-one-year-old who was excessively drunk. The medics pointed out that she had “pathmarks” on her forearm. These, I was informed, indicated how many drinks she had consumed. Sure enough, on her left forearm were hash marks: three groups of four connected by a cross hashes then two singles. Seventeen drinks. Marked and worn, I assume, as a badge of honor. How much honor is there in becoming unconscious and barfing all over yourself? At least I added a new term to my vocabulary: pathmarks.

 

Drunk 2

A fifteen-year-old went to the mall with her friends. I don’t know exactly what happened at the mall (or, wherever she really went,) but she arrived in our emergency department about midnight so poisoned from alcohol that she had to have a breathing tube placed in her windpipe and be put on a ventilator to breathe for her. She went to pediatric intensive care where she still was the following night. As I have mentioned many times, the blood alcohol level to be legally drunk in our fair state is 80. Hers was 659. I have seen above 700 a few times but never in a kid. Amazing. Kids (and adults) do the dumbest things.

 

Drunk 3

Most of my drunk stories are sad or amusing. This was truly horrible: A fifteen-year-old girl went drinking after school with friends. She got so drunk she passed out and didn’t remember what happened to her. She was later found, bleeding and in pain, with lacerations in her vagina from having been raped. That was really terrible to take care of.

 

 

 

 

 

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