I happened to catch this interview yesterday morning, and it made me grin like an idiot in the middle of a Toyota dealership. Fuck you Matt Lauer, and mad props to Anne Hathaway for such a composed and kickass response to that question.
Captain Morgan Cookies.
Ingredients & Measurements:
- 2 1/4 cups Flour
- 1 tsp Baking Soda
- 1 tsp Salt
- 1 cup Butter (Softened)
- 3/4 cup Granulated Sugar
- 3/4 cup Packed Brown Sugar
- 1 tsp Vanilla Extract
- 2 large eggs
- 2 cups Semi-Sweet Chocolate Chips
- 3 tbsp Captain Morgan Spiced Rum
- Preheat oven to 375 degrees.
- Combine flour, baking soda, and salt in a small bowl.
- Beat butter, granulated sugar, brown sugar, and vanilla extract in a large mixer until creamy.
- Add eggs - one at a time, beating well after each addition. Gradually beat in flour mixture. Stir in chocolate chips and Captain Morgan.
- Drop by rounded tablespoon onto un-greased baking sheets.
- Brush tops of cookies with remaining Captain Morgan.
- Bake for 9 to 11 minutes until golden brown.
- Cool on baking sheets.
three tbsp seems like too little liquor
I think you’re right. I made some tonight (with Sailor Jerry’s ‘cuz it’s what I had), and, while they are delicious cookies, they taste no different than regular chocolate chip cookies. Hm…
Today we commemorate the 14 women who were murdered in cold blood at the Ecole Polytechnique in Montreal 23 years ago today. Besides those women, the murderer injured ten others before turning the weapon on himself. In his suicide note, he blamed feminism for ruining his life, and told his victims that he was fighting feminism.
It’s not something that I heard about as an American growing up, but it’s a stark reminder that when we postulate about “war on men” and how men are losing out on their birthright to women, we set the narrative for people like this to make women their scapegoat. There is genuine harm that comes from humoring the nonsense of traditional gender roles, and we must not forget that.
So today, take a moment to remember the 14 engineering students that were killed by a stranger simply for being women.
This is such a great piece. When I was a kid, my dad (bless his loving, but ignorant heart) would basically rage quit conversations, but imply I was on my period if I got upset and cried about something.