Dear Red Flannel Shirt,
The world may never know why you up and disappeared into thin air from the safe, loving home of my closet, but I am demanding some friggin’ answers. A few days ago, I was so excited with the chilly weather that I wanted to celebrate by wearing you. I woke up and flicked through my color-coded closet to the red shirts and eagerly anticipated my fingers touching your soft, worn-in flannel material–so familiar and comforting during the frigid fall air.
However, instead, I was greeted with an empty hanger. Blast, I thought, figuring my sister snatched you. I stomped over to her bedroom and checked among the sea of littered clothing, only to find carcasses of discarded shirts, jeans, and skirts.. but not you.
I checked in the laundry which was silly, seeing as I haven’t worn you all year. I checked in the out-of-season bins and found chunky sweaters, peacoats and a cape, but not you. I checked on the coat-racks in the garage, in the weird catch-all storage bin in my room, and even underneath my bed… only to be greeted with the screaming silence of your absence.
Red flannel, red flannel, wherefore art thou, red flannel? I misseth the way you feel on my skin.
You know I love EVERY piece of clothing I own (duh, why else would I shell out precious cash for it?), but, much like how I have a theory that secretly parents have a favorite kid (don’t lie to yourself; admit it), I have favorite things in my closet. I love everything, but I like a few pieces. You know, like family. You’re obligated to love some, but you don’t have to like them necessarily. Anyway, you were the only flannel I both liked and loved. You were the first one I bought when they started being trendy. My mom called me a lumberjack but I defended your stylish checks. I just freaking love you.
But now you’re gone. Lost in some sea of mystery and I’m left in my own ocean of despair. No other flannel does it for me like you do. My family has tried to gently suggest maybe I donated or lost you. Um, you wouldn’t donate your kid to the orphanage, would you? Well, maybe you would.. and if so.. maybe I don’t want to know. But anyway, I wouldn’t just lose my favorite shirt. That’s like, morally wrong.
Please. Come home to me. I miss you, darling.
In the meantime, know that I’ve been engorging myself with cookies. It’s the least I can do until you decide to show up and make my life whole again.
Is anyone else stupidly tempted by the Halloween candy aisle? Seriously now.. so much sugar in one convenient aisle? Totally rad. And I just so happened to be tempted by the white chocolate stuff–this time, Kit Kats and Peanut Butter Cups–and I thought, why not stuff it into one portable, white chocolate-insanity cookie?
Wham bam. Eat me.
1 box vanilla cake mix
1/2 cup oil
1 tsp vanilla bean paste
1/2 cup white chocolate chips
1/2 cup chopped white chocolate Kit Kats
1/2 cup chopped white chocolate Reese’s cups
1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees F. Lightly grease 2 cookie sheets with cooking spray or line with silicone liners. Set aside.
2. In a large bowl, combine the cake mix, eggs, oil and vanilla bean paste with a rubber spatula until combined. Stir in the chips, Kit Kats and Reese’s cups until blended. Drop Tablespoons of dough about 1″ apart on the cookie sheets. Sprinkle lightly with sea salt.
3. Bake for approx. 9-11 minutes, rotating pans halfway through bake time, until set. Remove from oven and cool on the sheets about 5 minutes before transferring to wire racks to cool completely.
4. Store cookies airtight for about 3-4 days.
Since white chocolate is notorious for being sinfully sweet, I loved the addition of sea salt on top. It brought out the saltiness from the peanut butter cups and balanced the sweetness of the vanilla bean paste and white chips. These cookies were so delicious and chewy! You’ll love them.
Also.. do you know where my shirt is? WAAAAH.