RICH & CHEWY CRANBERRY WHITE CHOCOLATE COOKIES
Ingredients I usually double the recipe
2/3 cup butter, melted and cooled until slightly warmed
1 large egg
2 cups all-purpose flour
1/2 teaspoon baking soda
1 cup Mariani Sweetened Dried Cranberries
1/2 cup chopped toasted Macadamia nuts (opt.) 1 1/2 cups light brown sugar
2 tablespoons honey
1 teaspoon vanilla
1/2 cup old fashion oats
1/2 teaspoon of each: salt and cinnamon
3/4 cup white chocolate chips
Directions
Preheat oven to 350°F
By hand or mixer, blend together butter, brown sugar and honey. Add egg and vanilla, mix well. In a large bowl, stir together flour, oats, baking soda, salt and cinnamon; add to butter mixture and mix until combined well. Stir in remaining ingredients.
Place dough 2” apart on un-greased baking sheet and bake in the center of your oven until edges are lightly browned and centers are still soft, about 12-15 minutes. (Do not over bake) Cool completely.
Yields about 2 ½ dozen 2” cookies
A successful marriage requires
falling in love many times,
always with the same person.
falling in love many times,
always with the same person.
Baby Sean
April 23, 2004
To my Grandkids
A GRANDMOTHER'S PRAYER
Oh Lord, I do not ask for much,
Eternal beauty or youth or such:
Just give me a little hand to hold
And I'll forget that I'm growing old.
I do not ask for cloudless skies,
A life that's free from tears and sighs,
Just give me a little face to kiss
And anxious moments will turn to bliss.
For what is there, really, that means so much
As little hands that reach and touch,
As little eyes that search and see
Only the best in fragile me?
So let me grow more loving and wise
By looking at life through their wide eyes.
For through these little ones, Thou hast given
This grateful grandmother a glimpse of Heaven.
Emily Tipton
Oh Lord, I do not ask for much,
Eternal beauty or youth or such:
Just give me a little hand to hold
And I'll forget that I'm growing old.
I do not ask for cloudless skies,
A life that's free from tears and sighs,
Just give me a little face to kiss
And anxious moments will turn to bliss.
For what is there, really, that means so much
As little hands that reach and touch,
As little eyes that search and see
Only the best in fragile me?
So let me grow more loving and wise
By looking at life through their wide eyes.
For through these little ones, Thou hast given
This grateful grandmother a glimpse of Heaven.
Emily Tipton
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