When I was little I had a babysitter named Irene Majeski. All I remember of her is that she wore glasses and always had an apron on. She would make us peanut butter cookies and snickerdoodles. There is nothing better than the smell of cinnamon cooking. Not to mention the feeling when you sink your teeth into a warm snickerdoodle and chase it with a swig of milk. Not a care in the world!
Hezekiah, Andy, Ezra, and Jordan taking turns rolling the dough in the cinnamon sugar.
Henna and Andy taking their turn. We also made chocolate chip cookies. The cookie jar is stuffed to the brim.
I'm trying to create memories for these precious children. There aren't enough being shared anymore. If anything, it makes my heart feel good and our tummies warm and full of love.
Made with Nana's love...
Jan
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