Supreme Rice Krispie Bars



This is a great recipe for kids to help with. They can began to learn how to read a recipe, follow directions, and how to measure. Before you know it they will be able to make it on their own. This is also my go to recipe when bringing something to a potluck.

Supreme Rice Krispie Bars
1 C Peanut Butter
1 C Karo Syrup
1 C Sugar
7 C Rice Krispies
1 Bag Butterscotch Chips
1 Bag Milk Chocolate Chips

Combine peanut butter, Karo syrup, and sugar. Heat in Microwave for 3 minutes. Add Rice Krispies. Mix well. Press into cookie sheet.

Combine butterscotch chips and chocolate chips. Heat in microwave. Stir every 30 seconds until melted. Spread evenly over bars. Cool. Cut into squares.

Warning: These are very addictive!


Meeting with the Guru

My wife returned from the recreation center with a solution to my problem. The ladies at the recreation center were like an all-knowing Jedi council. They didn’t gather just to improve their strength and flexibility—no, they gathered to find out and share the latest happenings around town. There was seemingly nothing they didn’t know. I would hear of some shocking event that happened with a prominent member of our town and breathlessly tell me wife about it. She would listen and say, “Yeah, that happened last week” as she yawned and went back to her downward dog. Occasionally, my wife would grace me with some of the group’s omniscient power that pertained to my life. This was one of those moments.

It just so happened that there was a man that lived in the area who could possibly help me. His story seemed shrouded in legend, but what I was able to glean was that he had, only a few years previous, been in a very similar situation to me. He had been stressed out, angry, and trapped in a bad lease with a dishonest landlord. Now, he appeared to be well off financially. (My finances were a mess.) He was in good health. (I had just gotten out of the hospital because of my bad health.) And he was knowledgeable about meditation and eastern philosophies. (I had been curious to learn meditation.)

Somehow, this man already knew about me, and my recent misadventures. He gave my wife his phone number and said I could call “when I was ready.” I didn’t really want to call a stranger and tell him my problems, but I was curious to meet this mysterious man and I did want to learn to meditate. I was in such a bad place, that I was willing to try anything that might bring peace and meaning back into my life.

After a few days of hesitation, I locked myself in the bathroom and called him. I don’t remember much of the conversation except that he said it was up to me if I wanted to keep suffering or not. We arranged a time and decided that his house would be the best place to meet. I scribbled his address down on a scrap of paper.

doorbellWhen the day arrived—it was a Saturday morning—I got in my car and headed out to find this man’s house. I felt like I was on my way to meet Yoda on his swamp planet or to meet Morpheus and have to choose which color pill to take. I was surprised when the address led me to a subdivision with modest sized houses, children playing in the streets, and people mowing their lawns. I double-checked the address as I pulled up in front of a house. It was in the middle of the block, and looked no different from the rest of the homes. As I walked to the porch and stood there looking at the doorbell, I felt stupid. This was just some guy living in a subdivision that didn’t know me—and I was here to get council from him. He had told me on the phone that I didn’t have to believe everything he told me and that if I wanted to tell him to “Go to hell” that he would be fine with that. I imagined him with long hair pulled back into a ponytail and wondered if he would be sporting some kind of guru robe or something.

I suddenly realized that I had been standing there for a long time and that the neighbors might be wondering what I was doing or worse he might be watching me through the window. I decided to push the button.

It took a few minutes before the door opened and there he was—a normal looking guy with short hair, wearing normal clothes. In fact, I was pretty sure I had seen him around town before. He welcomed me in and showed me to the front room. There was a TV and a sectional, a couple of plants, and a view of a regular looking kitchen. He said I could lie down if I wanted to—it was up to me. I sat down. I sat in the far corner of the sectional and he sat across from me. He shared some of his life and I shared some of mine. As I described my problems, frustrations, and doubts, he seemed pleased. We talked about how we talk about things and we thought about how we think about things. I was there for three hours, and it seemed like one. I could have stayed longer.

In the end, he told me that I was “very Buddhist”. He seemed to think that was a good thing—I wasn’t so sure. I got in my car and only drove about a block before I pulled over and wrote down everything I could remember from our conversation. In another post I will focus more on the details of that conversation. Just know that I left with very mixed feelings——I felt a hatred for the man for helping me further question the beliefs that I was already questioning, but also a feeling of gratitude and respect for making me think about things in a way that I had never thought of. It was really quite surreal and I still have mixed feelings about it.

One thing is for sure: it led me to several books and a period of contemplation that has made me a stronger and a more peaceful person. I feel as though I was released from all of my beliefs so that I could analyze each piece from all sides and then embrace anew each truth and discard any fear and lies that were poisoning me. I may be “very Buddhist” but my Buddhist ways have made me a stronger Christian. I feel closer to God than I have in years. I have wiped away the corrosion and embraced the truth of who I am. I now more fully understand why I understand and believe why I believe.

I don’t know that I would recommend it to anyone, but… perhaps… if the wise women of your recreation center deem it necessary for you to have a turn on the sectional of your local suburban guru. You might consider it.

Just don’t lie down.


Oreo Delight

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAThis is an easy and simple recipe that everyone loves!

1 Pkg. Oreo Cookies
1 Pkg. Instant Chocolate Pudding
1 C. Powdered Sugar
1 Stick Margarine
8 oz. Cream Cheese
16 oz. Cool Whip

Crush two rows of cookies in a freezer bag. Melt margarine and mix with crushed cookies. Spread evenly in bottom of 9X13 inch pan. Place in freezer until hard.

Mix pudding according to package directions. Set aside.

Mix cream cheese, powdered sugar, and over half of Cool Whip. Place a layer of Cool Whip mixture over cookie crust. Add a layer of pudding over this. Layer Cool Whip mixture. Layer pudding again. Place remaining Cool Whip over this. Crush remaining cookies and sprinkle on top. Refrigerate 1 to 2 hours before serving.


Perfect Chocolate Chip/M&M Cookie Recipe

Chocolate Chip/M&M Cookies


When I was young and would dream about being married someday and having kids. I would always imagine myself making amazing treats for my kids and their friends, so in high school I started my search for the perfect cookie recipe. It wasn’t until college that I found what I was searching for at a potluck. Luckily she was willing to share her recipe and I have made these over and over. Today I decided to add a little fun and added M&M’s. If you just want chocolate chips take the M&M’s out and put 4 C Chocolate chips in. Enjoy!

The key to delicious cookies is beating the sugars until very smooth.

The key to delicious cookies is beating the sugars until very smooth.

Chocolate Chip/M&M Cookie Recipe
2 C Brown Sugar
1 1/2 C Sugar
1 lb Real Butter (used margarine and the kids didn’t notice)
3 Eggs
2 Tbs Vanilla
1 1/2 Tbs Baking Soda
1 1/2 Tbs Salt
6 C Flour
2 C Guittard Milk Chocolate Baking Chips
2 C M&M’s

Preheat Oven 350. Beat sugars until smooth – Very important! Add butter, cream together well. Add eggs and vanilla, mix. Add dry ingredients (dough will be stiff). Add chocolate chips & M&M’s. Spoon onto ungreased cookie sheet. Bake at 350 for 8-10 minutes. No longer! Cookies will be doughy when you take them out. Let cool for about 10 minutes on the cookie sheet before transferring to a plate or cooling rack.

Cookie dough

The dough should be stiff. Add more flour if needed.

This recipe is huge! You can cut in half or freeze part of the dough to cook later…if you don’t eat it first:)


Advice for Men: How to Use the Women’s Restroom

I have occasionally had to use the women’s restroom.  Not the big public restrooms with lots of stalls – I am talking the one-person-at-a-time room that you lock behind you.

It doesn’t make any sense to me that it has to be labeled one way or another since only one person can use it anyway.  Shouldn’t it just say “Restroom”.   My guess is that some women can’t handle the idea of using a restroom that a stinky man has used, so they have to divide them up.   Maybe they just like to decorate one room all cute for the ladies and put up a fishing picture or something they think men appreciate while relieving themselves (excuse my English) in the other.

But I digress.

There are rare instances when two men have to relieve themselves at the same time.  I know it seems strange, but it has been known to happen especially since people tend to eat lunch around the same time (at least at the restaurants I go to).  For instance, the other day I arrived quite hurriedly to the bathroom door only to find it locked already.  I did a little dance and paced for a minute not sure what to do.  The women’s restroom door was open and unoccupied.  I decided that I was either going to have to use the ladies room or something worse would happen.

As I was finishing up I heard someone twist the locked door knob.  Uh-oh.  Obviously a woman was out there wanting to use the toilet.  I now had a dilemma.  I knew that when I opened the door I would have to come face to face with this woman.  And not only would she be shocked that I was in there, but a woman needing to use the restroom is not something to be trifled with.  I may end up dead.

I thought about not coming out.

Maybe if I stayed in there long enough she would go find another restroom, or better yet,  use the Men’s room.  Not likely.  I decided that the longer I stayed in there, the angrier she would be when I came out.

So I came up with a plan.

I opened the door, and sure enough, a woman stood there with a surprised look on her face.  Without hesitating I said to her, “It should be working now”.  I walked confidently past her and when I got around the corner I waited until I heard the door close behind her.

I just hope it smelled okay.