Strawberry Kiss Cookies

It’s a holiday tradition to bake cookies with grandma. These two rowdy little boys wanted to make strawberry cookies. That’s not on our traditional list, so we did a twist on an old favorite and used a cake mix for an easy strawberry flavored dough. They turned out okay.

Strawberry Kiss Cookies

  • 1 strawberry cake mix
  • 2 eggs
  • 1/2 cup oil
  • 1/8 cup flour
  • 32 to 50 Hershey’s Kisses

Mix dry cake mix, eggs, and oil in a bowl with a wooden spoon. Stir in flour, if needed, to make a nice dough (ours seemed too moist without it). Drop by spoonfuls (we used a cookie scoop) onto cookie sheets lined with parchment paper. Bake at 350 degrees until just lightly brown on edges and bottoms. Remove from oven and press an unwrapped chocolate Kiss on top of each cookie.  Our batch made 32 cookies.

NOTE: Extra kisses required if kids are in charge of unwrapping candy.

Thanks for reading!

6″ Pie Crust Recipe

This is my first experimentation creating a pastry recipe to make ONE single crust in a vintage Pyrex 6″ pie plate. The baked results looked a little too thick, especially with folding the edge in before fluting, so I will roll it a tad thinner next time. Who knows? This recipe might actually make enough for a double crust.

Basic 6″ Pie Crust Recipe

  • 3/4 c. all purpose flour
  • 1/4 tsp. salt
  • 3 T. shortening
  • 2 T ice cold water

SHORT INSTRUCTIONS (for those who already know how): make pie crust.

HOW I DO IT:  Toss flour and salt with fork. Add shortening one tablespoon at a time, working into the flour with the fork until it looks like crumbs. Slowly sprinkle on the water while sliding fork around until it comes together. You might need to add just a little more water. (It depends on the weather, how dry the flour is, if you plan to roll it on flour, and other variables.) I used 2 T., shaped the dough into a flattened ball, and rolled it out between two sheets of parchment paper without any additional flour. Peel off paper one side at a time. Fit dough into dish, trim and flute edges. Makes one 6″ recipe ready unbaked pie shell.

NOTE:  I baked my empty shell (with fork pricks as shown below so it won’t bubble up) in a toaster oven set on “toast” so the heat was distributed from the top and the bottom, at 375 degrees for 20 minutes. Your time may vary. I took mine out when it was just done, barely light brown top and bottom, as I’m thinking of making a meringue pie that will require additional baking. As for the hearts cut from the scraps, I baked those with cinnamon sugar on top.

Odds are, I will play with this recipe, maybe start with 2/3 c. flour, until I get the right ratios to avoid leftover dough.

Thanks for reading and happy baking!

 

 

Holiday Irritations

“Find a nice fat girl and you will never go hungry.”

I believe such advice has been quietly handed down, from one old bum to another.  Yes, I am fat. And yes, I have and will and do feed hungry people.  But, there is nice and then there is nice. I am a nice person as in generally being a pleasant person, but if you define nice as a spineless gullible wimp who will do anything to please you, I am not nice at all.

Asking me to make you a plate or a sandwich “to get me through the day” now and then is one thing.  Asking me to go all out baking holiday pies and cookies and other goodies for you is another.

I am not sure what irritates me most – an old goat asking me to bring him an assortment of homemade Christmas goodies when I do my ASSUMED baking OR the fact that he hears what I am saying but he doesn’t listen to me, as if he can veto my opinion or talk me into doing what I don’t want to do.

I said, “No, I don’t do that.”

“Not even for your grandchildren?”

“No, they have a mother.”

Asking me if the woman who brings my grandchildren over to see me is my sister or telling me that I am so sweet he doesn’t need sugar for his coffee does not flatter me.  I don’t roll like that. Giving me a list of favorite cookies will not put them into my oven.  Asking me to take his Food Stamp card to the store to buy the ingredients to bake his goodies ticks me off.  (I do not get food stamps, I do not know how to use those cards, and I don’t think I am authorized to use his card.)  That’s like asking me to commit a crime.

So here is my message to every old man out there who is trying to get a woman to bake him holiday pies and cookies:

BAKE THEM YOURSELF!

It is NOT hard. Recipes are everywhere. Stores also sell box mixes and ready to bake dough, no measuring required. All you have to do is read and follow directions.

He can’t do that… or at least that is what he said when I gave him a package of “just add water” biscuit mix to go with the tub of yummy homemade cooked in a crook pot beans  (thanks to a recipe by a blog friend) adding, “I’ll just stir it in, it will taste the same anyway.” And yes, he did RUIN good beans stirring in that biscuit mix. When he returned the container unwashed, I could see little globs of white raw flour goo stuck to the sides.  And THAT is why I am NOT baking him cookies!

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This art looks how I feel.

Am I a Christmas Cookie Grinch?

No, this old goat lives like a homeless dude in an apartment.  His wife died last year and I don’t know what happened, but he did not keep anything from her kitchen.  The man doesn’t even own a pan.  He makes his rounds, playing on the sympathy of single older women, bumming things and trying to find someone to take care of him.  That is NOT going to be me… I have no use for a man who has his priorities so messed up that he cannot meet his own basic needs.  I don’t think he has even purchased a roll of toilet paper since he moved into this building.

He gets away with it because he is nice, recently widowed, and looks like Sam Elliott in an old cowboy biker kind of way.  But that helpless homeless thing he has going on gets on people’s nerves after awhile.  He is like a stray dog with big puppy eyes, but who needs a pet man?

Okay, that’s my vent… my holiday irritation.  What’s yours?