That was just fun to say.
As you can see, 2017 is not going to be about award-winning journalism here at A Grace Full Life.
No see the bar is set low on purpose because you all need a freaking break from Facebook, CNN, Buzzfeed and Yahoo News informing you that MY GOD ARETHA FRANKLIN HAS A CHEST COLD. HIGH ALERT HIGH ALERT.
Life is beginning to get way too real for my taste, so instead of award-winning writing, I will be sharing my award-winning cookie recipe from my days in 4-H.
If you have never heard of 4-H before, it is like a cult. Only you make cookies, feed farm animals and sew things like doilies and shit.
It wasn’t a cult; I don’t want all the 4-H fanatics (aka cult members) to come after me.
I loved my
time sentence years in 4-H, quite honestly.
I met friends there who I am still friends with to this day. (Hi Kari! P.S.- I wasn’t “friends with myself”; there is another girl named Kari. I swear.)
I have memories of my child labor days spent at the Richland County Fair working the “dairy bar”.
Only it wasn’t a bar.
More like unlimited peach ice cream and Bubble Yum when our 4-H leader was over at the Horse Barn.
Man, those were the days.
The above is the original recipe card I wrote my Snickerdoodle recipe on. I’m not sure how old I was, 11 or 12 maybe?
I was to choose what I wanted to focus on for my 4-H experience. Some chose sewing a mini skirt or a cool top, others chose to tend to their farm animals and show them at the fair; I chose cooking/baking.
I learned very young that cooking was a skill I wanted; my grandma and mom were some of the best cooks but I didn’t truly appreciate their cooking and baking skills until I started going to friend’s houses for dinner. After the first time I had Hamburger Helper at a girlfriends house, I knew I was really, REALLY lucky. I also knew I never EVER wanted to make Hamburger Helper in my life.*
*I made Hamburger Helper every week during the newlywed “lean years”.
But let’s be honest, when you are 11-12 years old, you don’t appreciate things like homemade mashed potatoes and from scratch cookies because you want things like french fries from McDonald’s and Oreo’s.
And if it wasn’t for 4-H, I probably wouldn’t have started cooking and baking at age 11-12. But since I had to do it for a prize at the fair, there was an incentive.
MOM! I NEED TO LEARN TO LIKE COOK AND BAKE. LIKE, TOTALLY RIGHT NOW.
(it was 1981, that’s how we talked)
So in the kitchen of our Mansfield Ohio home, I learned to make food. Like, on the stove and in the oven. With flour and mixers and everything. Like, totally.
Snickerdoodles was one of the required food items to make and it fit my criteria: easy to make, very little ingredients, and a cookie. Pretty much the same requirements that I have set for a recipe today.
Only I didn’t have this in 1981:
To be fair, we did have cinnamon sugar in 1981 but it was in a plastic bear. I think. 1981 was a long time ago.
But this stuff is the bomb. I mean I could make my cinnamon sugar but then I would have to actually mix them together and I have things to do. Like, blog for a solid paragraph about the depth of my laziness. Priorities.
- 1/4 c. butter
- 1/4 c. shortening (Crisco or LARD for those old school)
- 3/4 c. sugar
- 1 egg
- 1 c. + 6 Tbsp. flour
- 1 tsp. cream of tartar
- 1/2 tsp. baking soda
- 1/8 tsp. salt
- As much cinnamon sugar mixture as you like or
- 1 Tbsp. sugar and 1 Tbsp. cinnamon mixed together in a bowl (I use more because I like mine very cinnamony)
- Preheat oven to 400.
- Mix the butter, shortening, sugar, and egg. Blend in the flour, cream of tartar, soda, and salt.
- Shape dough by rounded teaspoon into balls.
- Roll balls in the cinnamon sugar until coated.
- Place on a greased cookie sheet and bake 12-15 minutes until golden brown.
This recipe doesn’t make a lot of snickerdoodles lick your poodles. I should clarify: this recipe doesn’t make a lot of snickerdoodles lick your poodles if you live in MY home.
Make sure you bake them long enough so they look like that up there because they will become crispy once they cool.
Spell check doesn’t recognize snickerdoodle. What kind of crap is that?
These are my comfort cookies. The cookie I always bake when I am feeling sad, down, missing my childhood.
I wonder if 4-H takes adult members……