My research indicated that the highest rated lemon cookie recipes online are the ones that contain a box of lemon cake mix. I remembered that while at the store today, but I didn't remember that most of them call for a container of frozen whipped topping, thawed. (Why can't they just say Cool Whip? I'm still trying to figure out what "chocolate wafer cookies" are really called for a separate recipe.) So tonight I picked out a lemon cookie recipe, no whip. As the name suggests, they are indeed easy to make. And I just happened to have partial bags of coconut and white chips, so I mixed in about 1/4 cup of each of those. And the dough was pretty dense so I skipped the rolling-in-powdered-sugar step figuring they are plenty sweet already.
The first round was a little *moist* in the middle (and for someone who eats dough that's a good thing, but...) The second round of dough balls were smaller (teaspoon vs. scoop) and I patted them down a little to make them cook more evenly. In my oven they took the full 9 minutes and after the tips of the peaks got a little brown I took them out. After cooling they were still soft but fully cooked, but a day later they were a little crispy. I put some in a bag to take to my dad, and the rest I put in the freezer for the sake of my waistline.
As a side note about my dad, we haven't always been friends but now we are and I'm so glad. I think it took me getting married and moving away to make us appreciate each other. Last night my mom had a meeting in my neck of the woods so I asked if Dad would like to hitch a ride to come watch the Olympics with me. I made apple crisp and poured a couple glasses of port, and we ended up talking through the whole thing. Mind you, we get together for coffee usually once a week so we talk plenty. Sometimes we run out of things to talk about, but sometimes I get Dad talking and hear stories that I've never heard before. Sometimes he helps me with house projects that Steve and I don't care to work on in our limited free time together, and Dad loves a project so he's always willing to help out. Sometimes I make a snack for him and sometimes I put out the English tea biscuits, the kind with the chocolate that I'm coming to realize are his favorite. Mom thinks it's his English heritage that makes him need to snack in the afternoon, but I think it's the sweet tooth. Anyway, I am so thankful to be able to live near my parents and spend time together while we still can.