I don’t like the heat. I’m one of those crazies out there that loves SNOW and RAIN and ICE! I do like the sun, but only in the spring or fall. One of the reasons why I don’t like the heat is because summer = air conditioning season. I have a love-hate relationship with the A/C. I love it after spending an entire day teaching in a hot and sticky classroom. It’s also great when the humidity is so bad that my hair underneath my hijab is calling for mercy. But I hate it when I have to wear a sweater inside because the A/C is on full and the room feels like it’s 10 degrees Celsius. Or when my joints start to hurt because of the freakishly cold air. Or when I sweat like crazy after going from an air conditioned place into the sweltering heat. See..love and hate!
My father had a thirst for knowledge. He read books on tax law, general business and accounting procedures to stay up to date in his profession. To increase his vocabulary, he would read pages from the dictionary and always carried a pocket-sized dictionary and thesaurus in his briefcase. He would read magazines and the newspaper from front to back and would make note of articles on current events that he wanted us kids to read. He would even take the time to point out and clip newspaper articles that were relevant to our professions: health care for my sister, business and taxes for my brother, and education for me. My dad knew I was fond of cute animals and the like, so whenever he saw something like that in the paper, he would be sure to save it for me.
A few days after the funeral, we began to sort through the paper work in my dad’s office. We came across a few things that really surprised me. In my father’s wallet were little pieces of paper with inspiring quotes and prayers that he had collected over the years from cards and newspapers. It was only after he left this world, that I realized I shared this passion of quote and poetry collecting with my father!
Throughout high school I would decorate my school agenda with poems and quotes that resonated with me. For those five years (back then high school in Ontario was from grade 9-13), anytime I, or my friends were bored or needed some inspiration, we flipped through my agenda. I wish I had known back then, what I know now about my father and his quote clipping habits. Maybe we could have traded a few quotes with each other.
The recipe that I’m going to share with you is something I know my father would have loved eating since he was fond of nuts! This cookie is a revamped version of my cashew butter cookies that I made a while back.
2 tsp baking powder
1 cup white sugar
1/4 tsp cocoa powder
Dash of instant espresso powder
Whole cashews or any nut for decorating (optional)