December 23, 2017

Cinnamon Roll Cookies

Name: Cinnamon Roll Cookies
Prep time: 5 min
Cook time: 10 min
Total time: 15 min
Yield: 24 cookies or 12 whoopies
Ingredients: 1 stick of salted butter, softened; 1/2 cup of brown sugar; 1/2 cup of white sugar; 1 large egg, whisked; 3/4 teaspoon vanilla; 1 1/4 cup flour; 2 tablespoons french vanilla pudding; 1/2 teaspoon baking soda; 1/2 teaspoon cinnamon; 1 cup white chocolate chips; 1 cup cinnamon chips

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You haven’t lived until you’ve had these cinnamon roll cookies. You don’t have to spend hours making cinnamon rolls, just make cookies.

You haven't lived until you've had these cinnamon roll cookies. You don't have to spend hours making cinnamon rolls, just make cookies.

This post for cinnamon roll cookies is a little different because I’m sharing another story from my darling Grandma. I adapted the recipe from Picky Palate’s snicker doodle like cookie because I was dying to try them but then I got crazy and changed it into a cinnamon roll cookie thanks to the cinnamon roll frosting from yesterday.

These are the cinnamon chips we use. I buy a few bags when the holidays hit to last throughout the year, but this year I had to buy 8 packs through Amazon. Yes, I do that because this Churro Chex Mix and Banana Snickerdoodle Cake are amazing.

Anyway, her sister suffered a stroke and as she has been so sad. I hate that we all have to get older and go through so much. Grandma has spent almost an entire 90 years just loving on others and being all kinds of wonderful and I want to make sure that others get to know her. She has such amazing stories and we are so lucky to have a book that she wrote from her life. This story is one of my favorites, but the outhouse is pretty up there as well. And if you’d like to read more of our favorite stories here are a couple in these posts for, Heirloom Apple Rolls, and Grandpa’s Famous BBQ Pork.

So, on with the story!!

You haven't lived until you've had these cinnamon roll cookies. You don't have to spend hours making cinnamon rolls, just make cookies.

Sweet Revenge

A story about Ex-Lax

” Our school was just a small country school so we knew everyone and were usually friends with everybody. I had a cousin in my grade who used to go out of his way to tease and needle me. Every time I turned around he pulled some mean little trick to make me look silly in front of my friends. We took him and his sisters to school in our sleigh but they always made us late because they were never really on time. Oh, how I hated to be late. My feelings toward my cousin were therefore, never really friendly. Maybe that’s why he was mean to me.

During my young years, I was quiet and shy, but there was a bit of mischief tucked up inside of me. One day, my cousin pulled every trick imaginable to make me miserable. No matter how hard I tried to stay away from him he popped up out of nowhere. I could almost see horns sprout, and that devilish grin made me so nervous. I was always wondering what was coming next. I decided that I had had enough. I had a piece of chocolate ex-lax (laxative) in my pencil box. It looked like a delicious piece of candy except it said “ex-lax” on the top of it. I took my little scissors out of my desk and ever so carefully scraped those revealing letters off.

You haven't lived until you've had these cinnamon roll cookies. You don't have to spend hours making cinnamon rolls, just make cookies.

At recess I sneaked the laxative out of the box and ran out to the playground. My cousin wasn’t hard to find because it seemed as if there were always a dozen of him–lurking by the swings or giant stride or slide, grinning and announcing what color bloomers I was wearing. Ohhhhhh! I’ll get even with him today!

I walked up to him so sweetly and said, “I’ll give you a piece of candy if you’ll be my friend and not tease me anymore.” What a trusting, gullible boy! He swallowed the line and the laxative in one gulp. Gosh, I didn’t really think he would do it so easily. I felt pretty smug and wondered if he’d feel like grinning tomorrow.

The next day I was the one grinning. Every time my cousin held two fingers up to be excused from class I was so happy inside. It was all I could do to keep from laughing out loud, but of course that would have given it away.

I laugh about it now and sometimes feel my forehead to see if I have horns too. I don’t. I’ve turned back into that shy little country girl again.”