Almost Halloween

 

I haven't done a post in almost a week. My goodness. I can say that my chicken coop is clean, my flowerbeds are ready for winter. My house is clean and I feel like winter can come in at any time. I have tried to stay caught up with your blogs, I would work myself silly, and come in and take a break and see what you all have been doing. You are all so inspiring to me. It made me long for a needle and thread or a hook.

I don't share recipes very often, but I am going to share this one. I went through and cleaned out my old cookbooks. I had so many diet cookbooks and other kinds that I felt were just unhealthy. I got rid of almost a half of a trash can. We have big trash cans. I did keep Susan Branch and my Gooseberry Patch cookbooks.

Cookies in the cookie jar, I cannot take food pictures to save my life.

This recipe comes from "In the kitchen with Family & Friends by Gooseberry Patch."

Molasses Cookies
1 cup butter
1 cup sugar
1 cup molasses
4 T. milk
4 1/2 cups flour
2 t. baking soda

Cream together butter and sugar; add molasses and milk. Combine flour and baking soda; add slowly to the molasses mixture. Roll the dough into 2 logs, about the size of a paper towel tube. Slice the dough into 1/4th slices. Arrange on a greased cookie sheet. Bake at 350 degrees for 10 minutes. ( I chilled the dough for easier handling about 5 minutes.) A perfect cookie.

Pattern from Notforgotten Farms

I finished Old Tom. Nice little pattern. It was fun to do and it came together quickly. I am still working on my Give Ye Thanks. I feel like I hook and hook and I just don't get anywhere. It is nice to have little projects to make me feel like I am accomplishing something.

That is it. I hope to have some super heroes over this Halloween.

My Super heroes.

 This was last year. They will be bigger this year. I don't know who they will be this year.  It is always fun.
Have a great Halloween too. Since I have been so lax in updating.
 Thank you so much for stopping by,
~Kim~

 “‘Dear God,’ she prayed, ‘let me be something every minute of every hour of my life.’”
—Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn