Monday, April 29, 2013

Old Fashioned Snickerdoodle Dedication

Today, I have a cookie recipe to share with you, but it comes with mixed emotions. Sadness, wonder, happiness and a bit of excitement. Let me try to explain.

Old Fashioned Snickerdoodles

Sadness

Well, today would have been my father-in-law's 57th birthday. But I never got to call him "Dad" unfortunately, because he was taken from us too young. Ryan's father suffered from many complications because of an illness, but fought a tough battle. I had the opportunity to know Dave for several years while Ryan and I dated, but I knew a different Dave, a fighting Dave. Even though he was sick for most of the time that I knew him, he always tried to have a great outlook on life.

Old Fashioned Snickerdoodles


Wonder

My little brother said it well, "Crazy to think about what he'd be doing if he were still here." I often wonder about that myself, especially with my love for healthy cooking. Dave loved milk and cookies, and according to Ryan, ate this for dessert every night. I always smile when I find Ryan doing this. He loves sweets, but I do think it makes him happy to know his Dad was the same way. 


Happiness

Today is also my friend's birthday!! Corey met my best friend in business school a few years ago. He whisked her away to the West Coast and got engaged!!! I know he will take care of my girl, which brings me happiness.

Old Fashioned Snickerdoodles

Excitement

Well, that happy couple is about to have some visitors! Ryan and I are going out next week to San Francisco to visit our dear friends and peruse the culinary scene. There will be a full report when we return! Corey, watch out, these cookies are coming your way next week!

But, for now, enjoy these Old Fashioned snickerdoodles. These cookies are dedicated to Corey (who loves bourbon and snickerdoodles); Dave (who just loved cookies); and Ryan (who loves when I bake)!


Old Fashioned Snickerdoodles

Slightly Adapted from Crepes of Wrath recipe
Makes: 12 cookies
Prep Time: 20 minutes
Cook Time: 12-14 minutes


1 1/2 cups all purpose flour
1 tsp baking powder
1/2 tsp cinnamon
1/4 tsp ground nutmeg
pinch of salt
1/2 cup (1 stick) unsalted butter, room temperature
1/2 cup sugar
1 egg, room temperature
2-3 T bourbon
1 tsp bitters
1 tsp orange zest
2 T sugar
1 tsp cinnamon

Preheat the oven to 375F and line 2 baking sheets with parchment paper and cooking spray or silicon liners.

In a medium bowl, mix together the dry ingredients (flour, baking powder, cinnamon, nutmeg, salt).

In a large bowl of a standing mixer, cream the butter and sugar together until light and fluffy. One at a time, add in the egg, bourbon, bitters and orange zest. Slowly add in the dry ingredients until the cookie dough comes together. Place the dough into the refrigerator for 20 minutes.

Combine the 2 T sugar and 1 tsp cinnamon together in a small bowl and mix until well combined. Using a small cookie scoop, roll the cookie dough into 2 T sized cookie balls and then roll in the cinnamon/sugar mixture. Place the cookie balls onto the cookie sheet and gently flatten with the back of your hand.

Bake for 12-14 minutes and cook on a rack.

1 comment:

  1. Jess ...
    What a wonderful blog entry! Thank you for this tribute to Dave and his love for cookies & milk. YES, it was cookies & milk most nights (primarily chocolate chip cookies). Interestingly, the morning Ryan was about to be born, and "things" were changing quickly ... the nurse asked me where my husband was, as he wasn't in the labor room with me at that moment. I told her, "He's out looking for a carton of milk to have with his cookies." YEP, he'd packed his lunch that morning before we left for the hospital (as instructed during Lamaze), which included a zip top bag of HOMEMADE chocolate chip cookies, which HE'd backed that night before! He didn't find the milk and that was a good thing because Ryan was born shortly thereafter. He ate those cookies sometime later when I was in recovery.
    So, you see ... the story continues now with Ryan's love for cookies & milk!
    Love you,
    Mama Desiree

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