Sundays have always had a different rhythm than other days, ever since I was a little girl.
Church. Family. Food. Napping.
Just quietly steeping in the lulls of each moment, of what, simply, is.
Sundays lately have been a little nostalgic: calling me to pull out the Crockpot and make a good roast complete with gravy, slipping into comfy clothes in the afternoons with my nose in a good book (okay, that one’s different, because it’s my Kindle…), and twice recently, making snickerdoodle cookies – my dad’s favorite.
This recipe has been in The Thomas Family Cookbook for about 30 years or so, and I think I’ve only made it five times – twice within the last month.
I love that anytime something is being baked in the kitchen, there are urgent pleas of, “Can I help?!”
Thankfully, Spiderman also popped up to help with the rolling.
And wouldn’t you know it, but one of my cookie sheets was in the freezer with blueberries on it, because there was a blueberry special at the market and I brought home lots and lots to freeze for future smoothies. I retrieved said cookie sheet, rollied pollied those little frozen antioxidant wonders into a big ziploc bag, and then proceeded to dare my children to put the ice cold cookie sheet on their backs and bellies to see if it was really cold.
Of course I enlisted Hank’s help.
It was cold, alright.
I love that they take my dares without wanting any compensation. Yet.
And even more serious…
And no, they’re not Paleo. ;)