As I have said in the past, I really don’t like white chips. I think they taste like medicine and think it is wrong to even connect the word chocolate to them. Still, I am not so closed minded that I do not try a new recipe just because it calls for white chips. What caught my attention on this recipe was the box of coconut-flavored pudding. Truth be told, I was not expecting them to be very good. I think the white chips go pretty well with the coconut and I am not sure what the pudding does for them. Anyway, they are fun, easy to make and come out very uniform and pretty, which is very satisfying.

Recipe By:

twopeasandtheirpod.com

 Yield:

40

 Ingredients:

1 cup unsalted butter, at room temperature

¾ cup brown sugar

¼ cup granulated sugar

3.4 ounce package Coconut Creme instant pudding mix (Jell-O Brand)

2 large eggs

1 teaspoon vanilla extract

2¼ cups all-purpose flour

1 teaspoon baking soda

½ teaspoon salt

1 cup sweetened shredded coconut

2 cups white chocolate chunks or chips

 Directions:

1. Heat oven to 350 degrees. Line a baking sheet with parchment paper or silicone baking mat and set aside.

2. Using a mixer, beat together butter and sugars until creamy.

3. Stir in pudding mix, eggs, and vanilla extract.

4. In a medium bowl, whisk together the flour, baking soda, and salt.

5. Add the dry ingredients to the wet ingredients and mix until just combined.

6. Stir in the coconut and white chocolate chunks.

7. Drop cookie dough by rounded tablespoons onto prepared baking sheet. Bake for 10-12 minutes, or until slight golden and set. Remove cookies from oven and let cool on baking sheet for two minutes. Transfer to a cooling rack and cool completely.

We all search for patterns in life. It is the way our brains allow us to navigate this crazy, complicated existence. As I have saved interesting cases over the years, I have been sensitive to certain patterns, coincidences.

Here are some stories that are not that amazing, on their own. But the coincidences are just too good to not notice and celebrate.

Two Febrile Seizures

Some young children suffer convulsions when they have a fever. It is not really known why this happens or why it doesn’t happen to older children or adults. Fortunately, it is a benign condition though it does scare the socks off of uninitiated parents. It is not a rare condition but most children who have a fever obviously do not suffer seizures. If one sibling in a family has had a febrile seizure, there is an increased risk that other siblings might also have one.

One night a young mother and father brought their two children into the emergency department for evaluation after both suffered febrile seizures the same day. I was wondering how in the world you would calculate the likelihood of that happening but it is amazingly unlikely.

Sparks Girl

I was taking care of a seventeen-year-old girl. She was a troubled soul being cleared for methamphetamine abuse so she could go to custody. The officer said she was a runaway and would be going back to Sparks, Nevada as soon as they could make the arrangements.

When I heard that, I told her I used to live in Sparks. I said, “I went to Alice Maxwell Elementary School.”

“So did I,” she said. Then she told me she lived on Sbragia Way! That is only three blocks away from our old house on 1165 Vance Way.

Now, what is the chance that I would have a patient who went to Alice Maxwell and even stranger that we would put it together?

Twins

Last week, in the middle of the night, I was hustling around seeing patients. When it was time to go see someone new, I noted two new patients had been placed in beds 1A and 1B, next to each other in the same room. I also noted they were both 3 month-old babies with fever. “Twins,” I thought.

Then I noted they had different last names. Of course, that slowed me down so I decided to check dates of birth. One was born 5/20 and the other 5/21. “Twins, one born just before, the other just after midnight? But with different names?”

Next, I decided to check the street addresses as a quick check. Wow. They both lived on the same street. As I went in to talk to the mother of the two kids, a boy and a girl, I was really interested to see what the story was.

In room 1A, I found a single mother with a baby girl. “Where is the other baby?” I asked. The mother gave me a confounded look and I am sure I was giving the same sort of look back at her. This forced me to do what I should have done in the beginning, check carefully until I understood what was up. Yes, different names, born one day apart, both with fevers, both lived on 8^th street. But, Lucinda Garcia lived on 6353 8^th Street and Jose Ramirez lived on 2735 8^th Street! So, at the same time of the night, two babies with fevers, Hispanic names, born on consecutive days and lived on the same street were placed in the same room for me to care for. It is an amazing coincidence. Call me weird but I really like that sort of thing.

I am not a big raisin fan. Still, on occasion, I have eaten an oatmeal raisin cookie that was just delicious. What I like is a chewy texture, almost like eating candy and not too spicy. I offer to you my best effort so far to achieve that sweet chewiness that goes so well with raisins.

Makes:

72

Ingredients:

2 cups butter

1 ½ cups sugar

1 ½ cups brown sugar

½ cup honey

1 tablespoon vanilla

2 eggs

3 cups flour, 13.5 ounces

2 teaspoons soda

2 teaspoons cinnamon

3 cups oats, 9.5 ounces

3 cups raisins

Directions:

1. Heat oven to 300 degrees.

2. Cream melted butter,  sugars and honey until combined.

3. Beat in eggs and vanilla.

4. In separate bowl, sift together flour, soda and cinnamon.

5. Stir flour mixture into sugar mixture.

6. Stir in oats and raisin.

7. Form into 2 tablespoon balls on parchment-lined cookie sheets.

8. Bake 20 minutes or until just turning brown on the bottom and around the edges.

I am a better copier than originator. I saw a bag in a store that was fourteen inches across the top and two feet wide on the bottom. This is my first try at trying to create something like that.

This is the front.

And the back.

What it looks like on the shoulder.

And again.