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Snicker Doodles, PMS & Child Career Counselling

By on December 9, 2013

So the funk continued. Three long weeks. Twenty-one days. 504 hours. 30,240 minutes. 1,814,400 seconds.

My Grandfather died.

Beloved has been away more days than he’s been home. Not usually a bad thing. We are used to it. It is what it is. The timing, less than ideal.

Grey, grey, days of November. I love the fall but have decided that I really dislike November. More rain than one would like. Less sun than one requires. Give me the cold days of January with a brilliantly blue sky and shining sun.

And then there was the PMS. Sorry Guys. If you think it’s hard to live with us, try being us. This last one was the hardest ever.

Grumpy. Check.
Tired. Check.
Nag. Check.
Sluggish. Check.
Irritable. Check.
Bitchy. Check.

And yes, grumpy, irritable and bitchy, are all different characteristics. Unsure? Come live with me for the week.

I won’t expand on the obvious. But I will tell you that I woke up this morning feeling like a new person. Beloved will be very happy. He comes home tomorrow. I’m sure when he left, he was pretty relieved to get away. He calls it Pack My Suitcase.

On a positive note, my little people (and Beloved of course) still love me.

This morning, even though I was new and improved, in a better mood, little girl person forced the nag in me back out. Again I won’t go into details, but every mother to a teenager knows. Plain and simple, unorganized. We all have the most unorganized teen in the world. So unorganized that when she called me at lunch I assumed that it was because she forgot her gym clothes or her trombone. Nope. “Mom, I called to tell you that I got 96% on my math test!” Ok. Maybe I was a little harsh. She’s not that unorganized.

And then I’ve got my little man. I think he has officially graduated from little boy person to little man. He’s always had an old soul. Wise beyond his years. Curious and thoughtful and inquisitive. Last week our bedtime conversation revolved around high school. Boys or co-ed. And if he goes to a boys school, will he have a girlfriend? How? Did I mention he’s 10?

Last night, we had a career planning session.
Veterinarian.
How long do I have to go to school for that? (6 or 7 years).
Can I go to school here, in Montreal? (Yes, but it’s in French. Although he could do it, he’s not keen)
Where else could I go? (Interestingly, there are only 5 veterinarian colleges in Canada)
Do you think I would like to be away from you and daddy? (Did I mention he’s a bit of a mama’s boy?)
Would you help me find an apartment?
Can I come back if I don’t like it?
How do I start my own business?
Do you think Tyler’s (our dog) vet would let me buy his practice?
Would you help me buy it?
Would I have to get a loan for the bank?
What if I don’t pay the bank back, what do they do?
I’m not so sure about being so far away from you. (That’s ok, you’ll feel differently when you’re older).

So for my favourite kiddos…snicker doodles. One of their favourites, and I haven’t made them in ages.

 

Snicker Doodles

This recipe comes from my friend Kathleen. Funny, I have two Kathleen’s in my life and they are both magnificent bakers. I am very lucky to have both of them as friends.

2 3/4 cups flour
2 tsp baking powder
1/2 tsp salt
1 cup butter, room temperature
1 1/2 cups of granulated sugar
2 eggs

2 tsp cinnamon
2 tbsp granulated sugar

Preheat oven to 350 degrees.
Sift together flour, baking powder and salt. Set aside.
Beat the butter and sugar until pale and fluffy. About three minutes.
Mix in the eggs.
Reduce speed to low and gradually mix in the flour.

Stir together cinnamon and sugar. Roll dough into balls ( I use my 2 tsp size cookie scoop), about 1 3/4 of an inch in diameter. Roll dough into cinnamon-sugar mixture and place on a parchment lined cookie sheet. Cookies will spread slightly so space them out. I usually do three to a row.

Bake for 12 to 15 minutes.

 

Julie of By The Recipe says this about her food writing:

I’m not sure which came first: my sweet tooth, or my desire to bake.  Before I was a wife and a mother, I was a baker.  I love to bake.

Before kids, I wasn’t much of a cook. After kids, my cooking abilities improved, I guess because I needed to feed my family. Over the years I have come to enjoy cooking, almost as much as baking.  But let’s be honest, the best part of baking and cooking are the accolades of a great mouthful of food. That inspires me.

When I cook, I cook by the recipe. Almost always.

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