Am I the only baker on the planet who has never made these awesome chocolate and peanut butter no bake cookies? A few weeks ago my sous-chef dishwashing mom and I delivered a panful of PW cinnamon rolls to our friend Julie. Julie had given us fresh
garden tomatoes the day before and we needed to return her basket. In keeping with true southern tradition (never return a plate, or garden box, empty) we included some fresh-out-of-the-oven cinnamon rolls with our return.
Thank you to all of my readers who have sent emails, left comments, and have taken the time to share words of encouragement for my nephew, Richard. In case you missed it you might want to read “You Really Aren’t Going To Believe This”.
I decided it is time I get back to some sweet blogging. 2016 seems to be running at Mach speed in my life and this weekend I intend to slow it down a notch! So, let’s make cookies!
Last week I was given the gift of spending time with my niece Crystal and her family. After 6 years of classes, while raising three children and still working part of that time, Crystal realized a life-long dream of becoming a registered nurse. We attended her graduation and then the pinning ceremony later that day. Soon she will take her NCLEX (National Council Licensing exam) and will officially become a RN-BSN.
My sous-chef dish-washing mom participated in the pinning of her grand-daughter along with Crystal’s husband, Kevin, and her best friend and nurse-mate, Alicia. This was an especially sweet moment for mom as she reflected on her own pinning, becoming a Registered Nurse some 63 years ago.
At every turn throughout this weekend, I’m reminded of the importance of family and family history. Crystal treasures her family heritage and includes that heritage in all aspects of her life. From decorating her home with family memorabilia to the recipes she uses in preparing food and treats for the weekend.
When we arrived her kitchen table was covered with “treats”. Crystal explained that she wanted to honor the “grandma’s in her life” by using their recipes for the weekend festivities. I was so touched and intrigued that I want to share those recipes with you. But wait there’s more! Click to continue reading
My Grandma Paulsen was a lovely, gentle, funny lady. No matter who or when someone stopped by her home there were always cookies. And sandwiches and treats. And so much more. My Grandfather was a Nebraska farmer and some of my best childhood memories took place romping wildly with my cousins through the barn, the playhouse, and even the outhouse! I never lived in the same community as my grandparents, but I know without a doubt my Grandma influenced my love of creating “home.” Cooking, quilting, cleaning (okay not cleaning). Writing. My Grandmother left us a couple of beautiful journals and when I read her handwritten stories I hear her voice. The lilt, the love, the laughter.