Now, my father and I make the cookies occasionally when we start to crave them again. Every time I eat one of the cookies, I immediately think of going to Grandma’s and how much joy baking with my grandma brought me. I hope baking this recipe brings you as much joy as it brings
I go into the kitchen and I see a plastic container on the counter. I go to see what it is and it 's Hello Kitty sugar cookies! My mom left me a note saying Don 't eat it all in one day:) Love, Mom. I 'm not going to promise her anything. I stand here and admire the cookies before I devour them into my mouth.
I then grab my cookie sheet and spray it with a nonstick spray, so my cookies do not stick to the bottom of the cookie sheet. Scoop the batter into the cooking sheet, spacing the balls of dough roughly two inches apart. Once they are spaced out on the cooking sheet, I put them in the oven for about seven to ten minutes. While the cookies are baking, I use that time to wash the dishes I used. I usually like my cookies to be a little harder than usual, so I wait until they are golden brown before taking them out.
So I did. During this time I was only ten and really didn’t know much about cooking. The only recipe I was probably good at making was frozen waffles and toast. I always failed with boxed pancake mix, so it made no sense to make a complex recipe of macaroni and cheese made from
A young mother pulls out a tray of well prepared cookies and sets them down, cooling on the window sill. As the succulent smell draws the attention of the mother 's’ son, his mouth nearly waters out of temptation. With temptation comes desire, the boy reaches out for the cookie tray but falls short directed towards the lack of his ability of height. In his attempt
I was feeling sick and was just getting over a very horrible stomach flu. I had just woken up from a long nap and hadn’t eaten anything all day, and I could smell strawberry Jell-O throughout the whole house. It smelled so delicious that I had to get up and go down stairs to have some. My mom had left the Jell-O in the fridge. I opened the fridge to grab one and I always went for the one in the very back because it was extra cold, which was excellent for my liking.
We safely carried the bags into the room, and we found my mother and sister, Carolyn, sleeping. Christopher and I immediately set to work opening the boxes. “Something smells good!” my mother shouted from the bedroom when she woke up from her nap due to the heavenly scents from the kitchen. Once the boxes were open, Christopher and I found a turkey, a container or two of gravy, cranberry sauce, stuffing, a huge pink ham drizzled with honey, a pecan pie, and a pumpkin pie, which were still hot, and ready to
After, decorating the piecrust with the chosen ingredients, I filled them with the batter. Half went to the artichoke quiche, the other half to the spinach. Though the two were completely different recipes, different quiches, different flavors, the batter never ceased to be the same
I pulled open the drawer that held all knives, spoons and forks. The drawer’s guides squeak and stick in protest. I waited to see if the noise was loud enough to wake my mother. After a few seconds of silence, I still did not hear her stir. I grabbed a butter knife from the kitchen drawer and quickly pushed it back closed, hoping the speed would make less noise.
A time that brought joy to my family and me was when had cracked eggs during Easter. We first started at my grandma’s for the Easter Egg Hunt, we went searching for our confetti eggs, then after that we broke eggs on my grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins. We were getting each other with them, and once we finished all the eggs we moved one to the next lot. This lot had the flour eggs, even though, we tired we for some reason we wanted to crack more. We chased, tackled, tripped just to get flour on them, i remembered i would save six eggs of confetti and six of flour eggs.
I foolishly decided to microwave eggs to warm ‘em up. The microwave dinged, I grabbed the items within, and proceeded to the living room. On the way there I grabbed an egg, put it in my mouth, and the bit into th-POP! In a state of disarray, my mind lagged on what could have possibly happen to make that noise. While in that state, my family came in to find out what that sound was and where it came from.