These are my sister-in-law Yvonne's favorite. Okay, I'll admit it: they're my Achille's heel as well. I can eat these cookies till the cows come home.
These cookies are famous at E. C. Mason Elementary School. I lost count of how many times I made these cookies for Corey's and Cody's school parties. Students, particulary Jonathan Olson, started making special requests for them. "Is your mom making those sugar cookies again?"
These are my son Cody's favorite. They are the smoothest pralines you will ever put in your mouth. I'm not gonna lie: my first batch or two failed. These take practice at finding the exact moment to stop beating the mixture.
These are my niece Nadine's favorites. She calls every holiday and puts in a special request: "Have you made my green cookies yet?"
One Christmas several years ago I baked eight dozen Snickerdoodles to deliver to the retirement home. They were packed in baggies and placed in a large basket. Our cocker spaniel Chaucer somehow managed to get the heavy basket to the floor. When I arrived home from work that evening, I found a trail of empty baggies that ended at Chaucer lying on his side looking like a beached whale. He almost died from ingesting all the sugar. He survived, but he's been fat every since.
Hello. My name is Donna Cozart Pauley. Welcome to The Whispering Pines, a literary blog dedicated to my love of the written word. It is an eclectic collage of my life -- from my poems to my stories to my family to my pets to my causes to my photographs to my recipes to my love of teaching to my favorite literature. Please feel free to comment. Words are only important if they are heard or read. Just like those soundless trees falling in the forest.