(Annalisa enjoying a ball of snickerdoodle dough)
Today I finally rolled around to doing something I've been craving ever since Nikki posted this--I made Snickerdoodles! I called Lee and Anna to me and asked them if they wanted to make Snickerdoodles with me. Anna got all excited and started getting the pasta out of the cupboard, "Let's make Snicker-noodles!" I guided them through the dough, having them help me count the scoops of the cream of tartar and baking soda. Then it was time to roll in cinnamon sugar ("Sprinkles" to Anna) and squish with a cup. The kids were a good help then... well, mostly. And I suddenly had a memory come to me of rolling gingersnaps in sugar with my mom as kids. She would even be so smart as to give us each our own little bowl of sugar, and drop one cookie in our bowls at a time. I'm not sure how many gingersnaps actually got baked; probably less than 50% of the dough. I remember feeling somewhat sick to my stomach after gorging myself on raw gingersnap dough. I remember laughing with my siblings and my mom as we made cookies together. And I also remember feeling so grown-up and important when mom would call us to help her. Only now am I realizing it probably would have been faster, cleaner, and easier for mom to just do it herself. But she took the time to get us involved, and it was those kinds of moments that taught us all to love cooking, and better yet--love being together.