We had some kind of winter advisory until 0900, but looking at the radar, it was all to the north of us. Until now (0930)-it’s snowing fast and furious, but small flakes, almost sleet.
We are going to buy a flat screen TV today. And our tree. I am making oatmeal Scotchies later, and kicking around the idea of adding some cinnamon chips to them. I had a dream about this that involved the Dope.
I dreamt I wanted to make these cookies, but wasn’t sure how they’d taste, having never had cinnamon chips before. So, at first (in the dream) I decided to make one batch and split it 3 ways:
one regular OS recipe
one OS with cinnamon chips added
one oatmeal with just cinnamon chips.
And then I thought well, that’s not many cookies of each kind, so why not double the recipe and then do the split? And now you enter Eleanorworld, which is strange place. I dreamt that I was going to double the recipe, and then split the doubled recipe into thirds to complete my “experiment”, but I got hung up, IN MY DREAM, about just what 1/3 of 2 is. I tried to do the math in my head. After struggling, I dimly remembered something about converting fractions to decimals for just this type of contingency. So, 1/3 is .333, so I tried dividing 2 by .333 in my head. I came up with .6, but couldn’t finish the computation. And then, again in my dream, I thought–I know, I’ll post it on the Dope and someone nice will explain it to me. I even thought of a title for the thread: Math and Cookies.
And then my dream changed and I was in a deli, at the counter, wanting to order my lunch but I was brushing my teeth and couldn’t talk and there was nowhere to spit and the guy was getting impatient and suddenly everyone around me was brushing their teeth and I said, where did all these people come from? I spotted a small paper cup, spit into that and made my order…
Who needs drugs? Not me!