(This post actually has nothing at all to do with local food or backyard farming.)
The other day while I was out mucking poo, Michaela was in the house doing something dainty.
She was baking Spritz Cookies to take over to the blood drive at our church.
I decided to practice my blog photography skills on these pretty cookies.
I’ll show you the pictures first and then I’ll type the recipe for you.
Folksy Spritz Cookies
Artsy Spritz Cookies
You can find a recipe for Spritz Cookies just about anywhere and they are all fairly similar -
this one came from a Taste Of Home Christmas Cookies booklet.
Oh, you noticed that I didn’t type the recipe? I started to but then thought, ‘there must be a quicker way to do this’. And there was. Technology and I are beginning to get along.
Come back soon and I’ll be back on topic with another great celeriac recipe. You can read about the first one here.
Thanks for stopping in!





So pretty! Is the colored sugar regular colored sugar that you made look extra sparkly with your photography skills or is the sugar bigger crystals?
It’s just regular colored sugar.
Congratulations on tech progress. Every epoch has had its own advances in tools. Forks, for example. ( I wonder when the cookie press was invented) One of the techno-wonders of my childhood, c. 1934, was the electric waffle iron. I loved to sit close to the cooking and watch the steam and rising batter push up the lid. When the lid stopped riding the waffle was done. Real excitement for a three-year old!
Can you give us some good waffle recipes?
Well, I only ever make two recipes. Regular and gluten free. But the next time we get out the waffle iron, I’ll take some pictures!
I have first-hand knowledge of those delicious GF waffles. Please share the recipe!
O.K. Sometime soon!
I remember the waffle iron too. The best part of the waffle is the part that drips out the side of the iron. Mmmm
My waffle iron will be enshrined if it ever goes out of business. I bought it at an estate sale when R was a baby and it has been cranking out waffles ever since. Thirty years now. Nothing lasts thirty years anymore.