Sunday Night Cookies – Attempt #1
As I described in one of my posts last week, I just splurged and bought a Kitchenaid Mixer in a beautiful shade of poo-green. I can assure you that I am the furthest thing from a domestic chick, but sometimes I get the urge to prove to the world that I could potentially be a barefoot pregnant cookie-making machine (emphasis on “sometimes”… most of the time I want to prove that I am a boot-wearing beer-drinking machine).
So today I decided to try making cookies. Here’s the recipe:
Natalie’s “I’m Totally a 1950s Housewife” Sugar Cookies with Lemon Icing:
2 and 3/4 cups flour
1 and 1/2 teaspoons baking power
1 cup butter, softened (I KNOW. I’m a fat pig.)
1 and 1/2 cups sugar (I KNOW, I KNOW.)
1 egg
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
Take the flour and baking powder and chuck them in a bowl and stir them all up. Set that bowl aside:
Put the sugar and butter in the mixer bowl and get your gorgeous poo-green mixer all ready to delight you with its electric mixer-action:
Add the egg and vanilla!
Get that sexy mixer all mixin’ again:
Sift in the dry ingredients slowly and ask your beautiful mixer to churn the dough in a sexual throb of electric mixing pulsation:
Here’s the dough!
A quick note: this recipe make 3 dozen cookies, but that’s only if you aren’t a disgusting pig like me and eat 6 cookies worth of raw dough while forming the cookies to put them in the oven. Then it makes 2 and 1/2 dozen cookies. And a horrible stomach-ache.
Bake those suckers for about 15 minutes or so… that’s kind of a rough number, so keep checking them and take them out when they’re golden-brown.
Mmmmmmmmm
K, now for the icing:
Lemon Icing:
1/4 cup butter (Yes. I’m fat. Get over it)
1 cup icing sugar (…)
Juice of one lemon
Shredded lemon rind
Vanilla Extract
Chuck all that shit in a bowl and whip it up in your sexy electric mixer. Then it’s done.
As you can see below, I’m not very good at making frosting and things look pretty yet. I guess if I were to quit my job and be a full time barefoot pregnant cookie-making machine, I could work on the complex aesthetics of frosting application, but until then, shut up and eat the cookies:












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