Saturday, January 3, 2009
make these cookies and lactate!
Missy Moo's Milk-Makin' Cookies
(based on Easy Oatmeal Cookies from www.allrecipes.com)
When T.Rex is having a cluster feeding frenzy, I totally crave these cookies. I fiddled with the recipe to include more healthful ingredients, such as an extra egg, less oil and sugar, and the addition of steel cut oats and ground flaxseed. Oatmeal is considered a galactagogue, which is something that helps bump up your milk supply when you are lactating.
Galactagogue. I know it sounds like some sort of megalomaniacal interplanetary dictator, but I looked it up. It's not.
Here's your caveat: when you read the ingredients, it should be obvious that these are not bakery-delicious, Toll-House gooey, ultra-swoony cookies. They taste delicious to me, but I could see how others could equate them with horse feed. But they serve a purpose, and they are much better for you than those ridiculous Quaker oat bars that have more high fructose corn syrup and filler junk than oats.
So here we go.
1 1/2c whole wheat flour
1/2c ground flax seed
1t baking soda
1t pumpkin pie spice
1 1/2c whole oats
1/2c steel cut oats
1/2c packed brown sugar
3 eggs (I use omega-3 eggs)
1/2c vegetable oil (I use Smart Balance)
1t vanilla extract
1. Preheat oven to 350.
2. Mix flour, flaxseed, soda, salt, and spices in a big bowl.
3. Blend in oats and sugar.
4. In a separate bowl, beat eggs with a fork. Mix in oil and vanilla.
5. Stir wet into dry until thoroughly mixed.
6. Use your hands or 2 spoons to drop firm balls onto a baking stone or cooking sheet. They'll be chewier on a baking stone and crunchier on a cookie sheet. Bake 10 minutes, then press slightly flat with a fork. Bake 4-10 more minutes until golden brown, whatever that means.
7. If you like sweets, make a glaze with some milk and powdered sugar and drizzle that on the warm, not hot cookies.
Eat with cold milk... then make milk! If you already are, of course. Eating these cookies won't make you spontaneously lactate. I guarantee it.
After eating them, make sure you manage to leak spectacularly through your shirt while visiting your husband's work to show off the new baby. And tell everyone he spit up.
Oh, and then admit it on your blog and hope the work colleagues don't read it. That'll work.