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a minute of manners and musings
little boys, big sisters, cookies and manners
January 25, 2011Posted by on
In yesterday’s post, I used a picture of those funny little boys staring into my oven. One sly reader (LISA) was quick to pick up on the fact that it was indeed Emma (and not me) who had put something yummy inside. Throughout my day, 2 more people asked about what was cooking, so I thought I would share. I love recipe sharing.
PEANUT BUTTER BLOSSOMS
(in the section called….Impressive Cookies. ahem. recipe below.)
There is something you should know about this particular adventure. It was a Friday evening and Ben had 2 friends over. That means that Emma had the audience of and input from 3 very opinionated 9 year old boys. They at least had an opinion about what Emma should cook for them. They crowded over this Hershey’s cookbook trying to decide what they wanted…the deliberation was intense. After a few minutes, they settled on Peanut Butter Blossoms, so Emma got busy.
The Hubs had to get a little of the action and sometimes you do have to strongarm peanut butter. (Look at how Emma is standing. That’s how I stand when The Hubs gets in my business.)
You should have heard all the carrying on when those boys saw Emma rolling out the dough. They wanted to get their hands in that bowl so bad. But, having had a brother all of her years except 3, Emma does not believe boy-hands ever get clean. Not after a shower. Not after a using a scrub brush. Not even on Sunday. She doesn’t often put her foot down, but when she does…there’s no negotiation. Let’s just say there was some name-calling coming from the opposing team. Didn’t bother SisterGirl. She didn’t even look up. She just rolled one right after the other and calmly placed them on the pan. But, I could tell by the way she was holding her shoulders and occasionally glancing at them over her glasses that if one grubby boy-finger had attempted to breach her space, well, he was gon regret that.
I’ll admit to having some hilarious and action packed pictures of the boys helping Emma “soften” the brown sugar. We tried to tell them to just pop it in the microwave for a few seconds, but they preferred karate chops and head butts. As funny as those pictures are, it’s very very impolite to post pictures on the internet of children that don’t belong to you – unless you have permission from their parents. Note how you can’t clearly see faces in the one above. This goes for Facebook, blogs, Twitter, websites…any portal that exists on the internet.
Of course, by the time Emma got these cookies in the oven, she was ready to post each of these boys on Craigslist. But don’t listen to her. She’s the baker. I’m the Manners Lady – as they (only moderately) affectionately call me.