Oops! I forgot!

"Grandmas don't just say "that's nice" --
they reel back and roll their eyes
and throw up their hands and smile.
You get your money's worth out of grandmas."
Author unknown

Well, I didn't actually forget to add this to last night's post. I was tired and went to bed. Plus, my food posts and lists of recipes are way behind so basically I gotta say what the hay!

This recipe has become one of my sister Linda's holiday traditions. They are easy to make, less time consuming than decorated sugar cookies and quite tasty.

Enjoy!
Merry ME

P.S. BEWARE: I googled Grannie Cookies and was surprised to find that it actually leads to what looks like a grandmother's porn site. What's that all about? When I clicked on one of the sites that looked like it had an actually recipe, the last ingredient listed was 2 penises. Huh? The good news, I guess, is that nowhere in the actual recipe did they say to chop up and stir in the penises. I suppose they were just added for a little baking inspiration!

Grannie Cookies
(Linda Gibson)

3½ sticks of butter (no margarine)
3 cups flour
1¾ tsp. soda
1 cup sugar
1½ tsp. vanilla
2 cups Rice Krispie cereal
1 12-oz pkg. chocolate chips

Heat oven to 350 degrees. Cream butter and sugar; add vanilla. Sift together flour and soda. Add to creamed mixture. Add cereal and chips. Roll into balls (1 tsp.). Place on lightly greased cookie sheet. Bake for 15 minutes until light brown.

Comments

Anti Jen said…
Now I am fighting the urge to Google "Grandma's Cookies". As for the mysteriously-phallic recipe, I can see why you'd need one penis around - to reach stuff and take hot things out of the oven (or, more likely in my own home, wander into the cramped kitchen just at the wrong time seeking affection when something desperately needs to be flipped or stirred...) - but why on earth would a woman need two penises while cooking?
July 18, 2008 at 11:04 AM
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