Sally Anns are one of my favorite cookies. By their taste alone, they evoke a sense of home and comfort, reminding me of the kitchen at my grandparents' place and the simple happiness of mid-afternoon sweets. They're the only food that evokes the thought, This would be better with a cup of coffee. Making them was a good Easter activity, especially as I was stuck away from the family due to unpacking (the books are now free!) and yard work shenanigans (such as finding a dead mouse in the yard, which was lovely). With help from my mom, I found the recipe in the family cookbook (my great-great-grandparents are on the cover, and other awesome old pictures are scattered throughout). I decided that the transgression of buying a can of Spam (just once) was worth it for the sake of the cookies. Poke holes in the bottom of the can to allow for air flow. I didn't have enough butter for a full batch, but half of one made 18 Cookies of Unusual Size. I made the mistake of...
Lotta water!! Remember that book? Spousal unit seems to enjoy the water. Beautiful flowers. Looks lovely. How could you be discombobeled (Has to be a real word, they used it in Grinch. They could have said discombobulated but that wouldn't be nearly as funny) with all that beauty and your husband and friends, and family..........could be worse.
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Is the Spousal Unit the one who always leaves a check in "headdesk"?
ReplyDeleteFinnley - yes. Always, regardless of the post. (It's his favorite box.)
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