Sour cream chocolate chip sponge cookies

Rather; sour cream chocolate chip sponge cookies, at least that's how the person who made them said it, with an emphasis on sponge.

Relax, I will explain. It seems like a long time ago now, but once we had an extravaganza in creative writing. Not a party, but an extravaganza, because parties in school aren't allowed but apparently there's no rule against extravaganzas. Anyway, someone brought in these magical cookies that were so good I can still taste them if I concentrate. Sort of. They were really soft and chewy and you couldn't taste the sour cream which I guess is a good thing.

Unfortunately, I don't know the person who made them very well and I don't see this person very often, so therefore I can't ask for the recipe. Though I just remembered I did see and talk to this person at set strike last week. But I guess I wasn't thinking of cookies then.

So I've been left to search the world wide web for similar cookies. Here's one recipe from allrecipes.com:

Ingredients

• 2 cups all-purpose flour
• 1 teaspoon vanilla extract
• 1 teaspoon baking soda
• 1/2 cup butter, softened
• 1 cup white sugar
• 2 eggs
• 1/2 cup sour cream
• 1 cup semisweet chocolate chips (actually, probably more than 1 cup...)

Directions

1. Preheat oven to 375 degrees F (190 degrees C). Line cookie sheets with aluminum foil or baking parchment.
2. In a large bowl, cream together the butter, sugar and vanilla until smooth. Beat in eggs and sour cream until well blended. Sift together flour and baking soda; stir into the butter mixture. Mix in  chocolate. Drop dough by tablespoons 2 inches apart on cookie sheets.
3. Bake 13 to 15 minutes, until lightly colored. Let cool on wire racks.

They look good but I admit I haven't tried them yet. I will soon, I promise!

Oh yes. That's just how they looked! They're kind of thin and cakey and delicious!

Popcorn, please.

Hello! Sorry I haven't written in a while, (a looong while) but believe me when I say not much has happened! In reality, a lot has happened, actually. Just nothing I felt like writing about, til now.
I apologize if I've confused you...

Now, for our feature presentation...
I saw Midnight in Paris Wednesday night, the first movie I've seen in a while, (a looong while), (kidding), and it was actually really good. We were originally supposed to see a special advance screening of The Help because my mom got free tickets and it doesn't actually come out until August... but we got there kind of late (you shouldn't be surprised) and the theater was full because they gave out more tickets than the theater holds, thinking a lot of people wouldn't come, it being a Wednesday night, only a lot of people did come and we didn't get in in time. And it looked really good, too. Well, at least now I get to read the book before seeing the movie!

So we saw Midnight in Paris instead.

Here's my summary as follows:
       This guy's in Paris with his fiancee and her parents, only the fiancee's kind of a jerk. And so are her parents. He's a sceenwriter in Hollywood but now he's trying to write a novel. He loves Paris and wants to live there, she doesn't. He keeps talking about how he'd rather live in Paris in the 20s, in the rain, she doesn't see what's so great about it. They fight a lot.
       One night he's walking the streets of Paris alone when an old fashioned car pulls up beside him and the people ask him to join them. Only the people inside are dressed like the 20s. They arrive at this party and everyone there looks like they're from the 20s. Then he meets actual people from the 20s and thinks it's all a joke. Cole Porter is playing the piano. F Scott Fitzgerald is there, so is Hemingway, Gertrude Stein, Picasso. Gertrude Stein says she'll read the novel he's working on, he leaves to go get it, and when he turns around, he's back in the present day. But the next night...
       The clock strikes midnight, the car pulls up, he gets in, its the 20s again. Eventually he falls in love with someone from the 20s, only it turns out she'd rather be living during "la belle epoque," France's Gilded Age, according to my French textbook was the late 19th century to WWI. Yes it is summer, but the textbook's still online. Anyway. They go back in time even further to the belle epoque and she wants to stay there and never go back to the 20s. He realizes that it's better to just live in the time you were born in, and goes back to the present day. That's all I'll tell!

Picture time! (Ok, really I just like her dress.)

4th

Happy Fourth of July to all you Americans out there!

Here's my day: Parade now, Cookout soon, Fireworks later!

Hope you have a good red white and blue day!

I love those exploding bursts of fire.

That's all for now!

Bye.