I think I’ve mentioned before that I was a weird kid haven’t I? Not that this comes as a surprise to any of you who read my blog. I have to say though, I came by it honestly. It was all the fault of my brother and sister. They corrupted me. Yep, yep yep. All laid at their psychological doorsteps. There was the time they filled the washing machine with tons of soap and it overflowed everywhere. When confronted by our dad, they said that I did it. Hello?! I was so young I don’t really even remember this happening, it’s just one of those passed down family stories. Point being, if I was that small, how the heck did I reach the washer? But, dad bribed me to “tell the truth” with an offer of jello. I’m a sucker when it comes to jello so I fessed up. I’m pretty sure I didn’t get the jello.
That was just one of the many ways they warped my poor tender psyche. There were also words which have stuck with me to this day and still make the five year old stuck inside my feeble minded middle aged body giggle hysterically. Like the word doodle. To you and you and you it means a sort of random drawing right? I don’t want to know what it means to YOU, you sick puppy.
Not to me though. Nope. Done been warped, I tell you. It’s all his fault *points to my brother and wonder if he sees this*. Doodle to me still brings up mental images of a coloring book I had as a child that, on the cover, told me, in gaily colored words, that one of the fun things to do inside was to “doodle”. And I giggled. My brother giggled. My sister giggled. I’m pretty sure the dog giggled. Because to us, doodles were a certain part of the upper female anatomy. We were kids… thinking of that part made us giggle. Lots. How did the word doodle come to mean boobs… breasts… cleavage, knockers, hooters…well, you get the point. I have. No. Earthly. Idea. I need to ask my brother. He’s even older and more decrepit than I, so he may know how that word came to be the word for boobage in our admittedly strange household.
I have this mental image of myself, shoved into the state home by my children and visited only on alternating years, sitting in a rocker, giggling to myself and muttering “doodles” over and over.
And “doik doik, ammonia” but we’ll save that story for another decade. I’m sure all of you have some pretty strange sibling stories you could share too huh?
Where am I going with all this? I don’t know. I forgot.
Oh! Yeah… snicker… doodles… put it together and what do you get? Yeah, snickerdoodles. Duh! Do I have to figure out all the hard stuff around here? Being me though… come on say it with me… I couldn’t just make normal snickerdoodles. I absolutely adore snickerdoodles but there are approximately 3,429 blog posts with snickerdoodles in them floating through the net. I had seen a recipe for Snickerdoodle Muffins on this blog, which I love . Talk about some fantastic recipes! Plus, I have had their wine before (and want more but can’t seem to find it *sobs*). The recipe sounded wonderful, especially that last part about dipping the cooled muffins in butter and cinnamon sugar. I mean really… butter, sugar… my kind of food? So yep, I made them. OMG, the house smelled fantastic as these cooked. They really do smell like snickerdoodles. And the taste is amazingly close. They even have a bit of a chewy edge to them. I’m thinking of hiding them all somewhere and telling my family that I lost them. Think it will work?
- Muffin part-
- 2 cups flour
- 2 teaspoons baking powder
- 1 teaspoon baking soda
- 1/4 teaspoon salt
- 1/2 cup unsalted butter, room temp
- 1/2 cup sugar
- 2 eggs
- 1/2 cup buttermilk (I was out so used whole milk w/2 teaspoons of lemon juice in and let it sit to sour for a few minutes)
- 2 teaspoons vanilla extract
- Snickerdoodle part-
- 1/2 cup brown sugar
- 5 tablespoons cold butter, cut into tiny pieces
- 1/4 cup flour
- 2 1/2 teaspoons cinnamon
- Dipping part-(optional)
- 1/4 cup unsalted butter, melted
- 1/4 cup sugar
- 1 teaspoon cinnamon
- Preheat oven to 375 degrees (the original recipe called for 400 degrees but I rarely cook muffins at that high of a heat because in my experience you get burned tops and bottoms). Line 12 muffin cups with paper liners. These rise fairly big so spray the whole top of the muffin tin with cooking spray. It will help prevent them from sticking to the tin.
- Make the snickerdoodle part by combining those ingredients and cutting it into coarse crumb size with a pastry blender. Set aside.
- For the muffins, in a large bowl, cream together the 1/2 cup room temp butter and sugar. Beat in the eggs, buttermilk and vanilla.
- In another bowl, combine the flour, baking powder, baking soda and salt.
- Stir the dry ingredients into the wet ones just until blended. Do not overbeat.
- Fold the snickerdoodle mixture you set aside into the muffin batter. Again; don’t over mix.
- Pour the batter into the prepared pan and bake at 375 for about 15 minutes or until a skewer inserted into a muffin comes out clean.
- Let cool in pan for the few minutes then take out and let finish cooling on a rack.
- When cool, if doing the dipping part, simply put your melted butter in one small bowl and your combined sugar and cinnamon in another. Dip first into the melted butter, then into the cinnamon sugar.
- Hide these from everyone. Eat them when no one else is home.