Tuesday, December 9, 2008
The stairs are quiet beneath my feet
No sound except my breathing
It is Christmas morning
The sun is not a rosy ray
But a muddied yellow streaked with gray
A winter morn.
I could feel the warmth
From the furnace’s fire flow up
From black grilled furnace grates
I knew my mother was in the kitchen
The fragrance of cinnamon seeps
From beneath the closed door
The Christmas tree is lit ,
the gifts are there
Santa had not forgotten ,
my breath was one of relief
My mother stands in the arched entrance
To the living room and says
Anna Mae go tell your brothers
It is Christmas day and
Santa has been here
I hear my children, their children’s sweet young voices
Dinner is over , full of turkey and dressing , potatoes and yams
Ruby cranberry sauce, green beans and ham
Pumpkin pie with whipped cream
They now await the opening of the packages
Beribboned, wrapped , color coordinated
Piled beneath the tree,. I am quiet and their voices
Say Mom? Nana ? Are you okay ?
I smile and say ,I am fine let’s get on with the day
But in my mind I am like them
going home for Christmas Day.
Anna Alexander 12/16/04©
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
I see AOL is turning off the lights and going home.
It's been a great run and I've enjoyed all the journals.
Here's my link to my blogspot journal if anyone wants to stop by and leave a link to your new journal.
I hope a lot of you do as I've really enjoyed the pictures, stories, etc. I'll be waiting over here...
Monday, September 29, 2008
It's a typical fall day, rainy and cold. I brought in the house plants and cleaned up the sun room and moved the furniture around and added a couple Halloween decorations. A large pumpkin and Chuck, our resident lifesize monster that my grandchildren like to cuddle up with.
Not so many birds anymore. There are a number of Blue Jays today and some Finches fighting the squirrels for the sun flower seeds. Haven't seen any Chippies today. I guess they must be sleeping.
I have in bloom Indian Blanket, Pansies, Petunias, and a few others I can't think of the names of right now.
Cats are sleeping, it must be nap time.
Tags: Fall Flowers
Sunday, September 21, 2008
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same.
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
In desparation to hang on to summer, I put in another little garden today. I found a shop that had 90% off their annuals so I bought a bunch of them and some pumpkins. I went to the thrift store and got a few autumn outside decorations to add and now I'm on the lookout for some Casper the friendly ghost lights to put out there. Owen and Hali both like Casper.
I had a good day went to DePere and had brunch, then went to a few shops and spent some time in the park down by the water. I used to go around like that with my sisters but they have stopped so I go myself now. It's still a lot of fun for me, but not quite as much as when they were along.
After I got home is when I worked in the yard. I added sand to the sandbox and painted the push/pull car a pretty green. Filled the bird feeders...still have robins, cardinals, blue jays, sparrows, finches, mourning doves, chickadees, and cow birds. A couple rabbits were watching me and the squirrel family was sitting near by. And of course the chippies play their little game of who can come the closest to me. When I was finished, I saw in the sky the canadian geese practicing their V formation. They are up higher now and making wider circles. Pretty soon it will be their time to go, but for now they are still here.
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Friday, August 29, 2008
"The foliage has been losing its freshness through the month of August, and here and there a yellow leaf shows itself like the first gray hair amidst the locks of a beauty who has seen one season too many."
- Oliver Wendell Holmes
Saturday, August 16, 2008
The crickets today have joined the chicadas to sing goodbye to summer and welcome fall.
My fall flowers, Joe Pye, Brown Eyed Susans, Butterfly Weed, Milk Weed, Cup Plant, and Gayfeather are all in full bloom.
And tonight Mike Phelps won his 8th gold medal of the 2008 games.
The county fair has one more day
The parks all close tomorrow as the parkees all head back to school.
Saturday, August 9, 2008
Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright;
The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light,
And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout;
But there is no joy in Mudville - mighty Casey has struck out.
Friday, August 1, 2008
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Before winter comes and locks the land
Imprisons with ice tipped hand
I must gather, set aside and store
Supplies needed to take me through.
Boxes of clouds from a summer day,
Sunrise and sunset at the shore.
A shell to hold against my ear
To hear the sea, feel the sand warm
From day long shining sun.
Baskets of smells, earth fresh from
A warm spring shower.
Damask roses heady scent
To envelope me in winters dark.
Spring carnations, hyacinths,
New mown grass.
Bushels of sounds, a robin's song,
Beating of wings across the sky.
Buzz of bees hovering, sipping
Nectar from the lily's cup.
Trunks of things you do not see
When winter closes in.
A spiders web of lacy lightness,
Silvered sparkled in morning dew.
Fireflies sending messages after dark,
Moonflowers blooming on the vine.
All the smells and sounds and sights
Stored in my mind for cold winter nights.
See, a hand sweeps stars
from the August sky,
as if my mother swept off the supper crumbs from the table at home.
Her apron, slipping now and then, smells of parsley
The sweet scent of her long-gone garden
sending me to sleep beside you tonight again.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Saturday, July 19, 2008
We stood on the rented patio
While the party went on inside.
You knew the groom from college.
I was a friend of the bride.
We hugged the brownstone wall behind us
To keep our dress clothes dry
And watched the sudden summer storm
Floodlit against the sky.
The rain was like a waterfall
Of brilliant beaded light,
Cool and silent as the stars
The storm hid from the night.
To my surprise, you took my arm–
A gesture you didn't explain–
And we spoke in whispers, as if we two
Might imitate the rain.
Then suddenly the storm receded
As swiftly as it came.
The doors behind us opened up.
The hostess called your name.
I watched you merge into the group,
Aloof and yet polite.
We didn't speak another word
Except to say goodnight.
Why does that evening's memory
Return with this night's storm–
A party twenty years ago,
Its disappointments warm?
There are so many might have beens,
What ifs that won't stay buried,
Other cities, other jobs,
Strangers we might have married.
And memory insists on pining
For places it never went,
As if life would be happier
Just by being different.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Friday, July 4, 2008
|Here's an old-fashioned recipe for peach cream pie. It's an easy recipe using sliced peaches, whipping cream, sugar, flour and a dash of almond extract. Once the pie comes out of the oven, it is topped with toasted almonds, making it a sweet and crunchy dessert and a great way to enjoy fresh summer peaches.|
Pie crust for a 9-inch pie pan
5 to 6 ripe peaches, peeled, sliced, pits removed (a little over 3 cups)
3/4 cup granulated sugar
3 rounded tablespoons of flour
2/3 cup heavy cream
3 drops almond extract
1/4 teaspoon salt
1/2 cup sliced, toasted almonds
A Summer Poem
There's a bright golden haze on the meadow
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
For the beauty of the earth,
For the glory of the skies;
For the love which from our birth,
Over and around us lies;
Lord of all, to Thee we raise
This, our hymn of grateful praise.
For the joy of human love,
Brother, sister, parent, child;
Friends on Earth and friends above,
For all gentle thoughts and mild;
Lord of all, to Thee we raise
This, our hymn of grateful praise.
For Thy church that evermore
Lifteth holy hands above
Offering up on every shore
Perfect sacrifice of love
Lord of all to Thee we raise
This our hymn of grateful praise.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
THE HOUSE WITH NOBODY IN IT
Whenever I walk to Suffern along the Erie track
I go by a poor old farmhouse with its shingles broken and black.
I suppose I've passed it a hundred times, but I always stop for a minute
And look at the house, the tragic house, the house with nobody in it.
I never have seen a haunted house, but I hear there are such things;
That they hold the talk of spirits, their mirth and sorrowings.
I know this house isn't haunted, and I wish it were, I do;
For it wouldn't be so lonely if it had a ghost or two.
This house on the road to Suffern needs a dozen panes of glass,
And somebody ought to weed the walk and take a scythe to the grass.
It needs new paint and shingles, and the vines should be trimmed and tied;
But what it needs the most of all is some people living inside.
If I had a lot of money and all my debts were paid
I'd put a gang of men to work with brush and saw and spade.
I'd buy that place and fix it up the way it used to be
And I'd find some people who wanted a home and give it to them free.
Now, a new house standing empty, with staring window and door,
Looks idle, perhaps, and foolish, like a hat on its block in the store.
But there's nothing mournful about it; it cannot be sad and lone
For the lack of something within it that it has never known.
But a house that has done what a house should do, a house that has sheltered life,
That has put its loving wooden arms around a man and his wife,
A house that has echoed a baby's laugh and held up his stumbling feet,
Is the saddest sight, when it's left alone, that ever your eyes could meet.
So whenever I go to Suffern along the Erie track
I never go by the empty house without stopping and looking back,
Yet it hurts me to look at the crumbling roof and the shutters fallen apart,
For I can't help thinking the poor old house is a house with a broken heart.
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Picked some rhubarb today too. There sure is a lot of it but forgot to take a picture of the pretty flower it gets. I made rhubarb ice cream, one of Owen's favorite things. He'll be surprised to find out there is no recipe for it and he can't ever get it anywhere else.
Sunday, May 25, 2008
more than 4,000 dead...30,000 wounded
Afghanistan...often forgotten second war
Monday, May 19, 2008
Saturday I put together and planted the 'crib' arbor. Planted with Cucumbers and Pole beans. Hali saw it and said 'Baby night night' and layed down in the grass under it. I didn't think she'd remember it but she did. I have planted the morning glories at the other arbor. The yellow flowers are Leopard's Bane. One of the Wisconsin native plants from last year's garden.
Kids weekend here, we've been busy shopping, playing, cleaning, gardening, etc.
Friday, May 9, 2008
Thursday, May 8, 2008
Worked in the yard, placing rocks around the little trees, pulling weeds, planting seedlings, playing.
Here are a few pictures from today.
1. My red maple is starting to leaf out
2. Owens Arbor Day Tree
3. My raised bed of Wisconsin native plants
5. Halis Arbor Day Tree
6. A few tulips in bloom that I thought were different..the rabbits like them too. I sure do miss my ferals.
When I see birches bend to left and right
Across the lines of straighter darker trees,
I like to think some boy's been swinging them.
But swinging doesn't bend them down to stay.
Ice-storms do that. Often you must have seen them
Loaded with ice a sunny winter morning
After a rain. They click upon themselves
As the breeze rises, and turn many-coloured
As the stir cracks and crazes their enamel.
Soon the sun's warmth makes them shed crystal shells
Shattering and avalanching on the snow-crust
Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away
You'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen.
They are dragged to the withered bracken by the load,
And they seem not to break; though once they are bowed
So low for long, they never right themselves:
You may see their trunks arching in the woods
Years afterwards, trailing their leaves on the ground,
Like girls on hands and knees that throw their hair
Before them over their heads to dry in the sun.
But I was going to say when Truth broke in
With all her matter-of-fact about the ice-storm,
I should prefer to have some boy bend them
As he went out and in to fetch the cows--
Some boy too far from town to learn baseball,
Whose only play was what he found himself,
Summer or winter, and could play alone.
One by one he subdued his father's trees
By riding them down over and over again
Until he took the stiffness out of them,
And not one but hung limp, not one was left
For him to conquer. He learned all there was
To learn about notlaunching out too soon
And so not carrying the tree away
Clear to the ground. He always kept his poise
To the top branches, climbing carefully
With the same pains you use to fill a cup
Up to the brim, and even above the brim.
Then he flung outward, feet first, with a swish,
Kicking his way down through the air to the ground.
So was I once myself a swinger of birches.
And so I dream of going back to be.
It's when I'm weary of considerations,
And life is too much like a pathless wood
Where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs
Broken across it, and one eye is weeping
From a twig's having lashed across it open.
I'd like to get away from earth awhile
And then come back to it and begin over.
May no fate wilfully misunderstand me
And half grant what I wish and snatch me away
Not to return. Earth's the right place for love:
I don't know where it's likely to go better.
I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree~
And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk
Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more,
But dipped its top and set me down again.
That would be good both going and coming back.
One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.
a favorite poem by Robert Frost
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
Took Owen to library school yesterday and he had fun with the kids. They had a little craft of making their Moms a bookmark for mothers's day. It was cute with little finger prints on it and a cute little poem. Owen decorated it with purple ribbon cause he said that was his mom's favorite color. We also picked rocks yesterday for the garden.
Monday, May 5, 2008
Did some yard work today and took some yard pictures added a few to this entry. Also put together a May alter, I like to remember my mother that way. Put down six bags of cocoa bean shell mulch and now my side yard smells like the Hershey factory.
This is Owen's Magnolia starting to bloom. It's four years old just like Owen
My rhubarb patch..I picked some today for pie
Here is Hali's Magnolia which is just two years old like baby girl. Here it's reflecting the beautiful sunset that we had today.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
We transplanted the seedlings that Owen planted at the libary. Owen and Hali both planted, filled the peat pots with potting soil and watered the little seedlings. Hali also planted seeds at the library but they are at her Mom's so I don't know what happened to them. They are in the kitchen window and hopefully the cats won't eat them.
It was library day and after we went to Wendy's for lunch. They have cute kids meals...and a little gift. The gift was a CD game which the kids enjoyed playing when we got home. Wendy's was very nice about giving the kids root beer floats with their meals. I had one of their delicious chili/cheese baked potatoes.
Owen and Hali will be back on Thursday, maybe we'll walk to the park if the weather isn't too cold for baby girl.
Today I cut back the branches and put them out to be picked up. I see the Pagoda Dogwoods are starting to bud and the Magnolias are blooming. The white one has a few opened up and the pink one is just starting to show a little pink. I have in bloom a lot a Daffodils
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Friday, April 25, 2008
We got our trees out of the refrigerator and read the planting instructions
We dug holes for the two pine trees
We watered our newly planted trees
That was fun and we helped make the earth a better place. Did you know that trees take up Carbon Dioxide and give off Oxygen so we can breathe easier...Happy Arbor Day!
Tags: Arbor Day
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Owen next to his white magnolia that is four years old just like him.
And here is Hali standing next to her pink Magnolia that is almost two just like she is.
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Here ya go, everything I know about making button flowers - enjoy!
To make a button flower, you'll need 5-6 smallish matching buttons, a larger button for the center, and if desired, a small button for the center of the big button.
The key to making these is the glue. The three pictured above are some that I've used with success. What did NOT work was hot glue, craft glue, and E6000. Make sure the glue you use is meant for beads, glass, & plastics.
Make a ring out of your matching smaller buttons. Make sure the flattest side is facing up, this makes a better surface for adhering. Place a small dab of glue on each button.
Place the center button on top - flat side against flat side. **You can make the flowers with the ridge side up on the bottom layer, but it holds better with the flat side up - it's your call.
Next, put a small dab of glue in the center, then place the small center button. Let glue cure for 24 hours.
If you want to make this into a brooch, you'll need a pin-back and a small circle of felt.
Glue the pin-back onto the back of the button flower.
To make things neat & tidy, glue the felt circle on top of the pin-back. Once your glue is dry, your button flower is ready to use. That's it!
Use your imagination to come up with all sorts of combinations!
Saturday, April 5, 2008
Too blue the silver-speckled sky,
For me to linger here, alas,
While happy winds go laughing by,
Wasting the golden hours indoors,
Washing windows and scrubbing floors.
Too wonderful the April night,
Too faintly sweet the first May flowers,
The stars too gloriously bright,
For me to spend the evening hours,
When fields are fresh and streams are leaping,
Wearied, exhausted, dully sleeping.
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
The Rhubarb is growing
We had snow last night but it melted today. Also had an inch of rain but so far the basement hasn't flooded this year. Maybe the new sewer pipes they installed last fall are doing the job. Had a ceiling leak last night though. I'll need to find someone that can check out the roof. Hoping it's only the flashing around the chiminy.
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Saturday, March 15, 2008
I click on add album and it shows that You've got Pictures is loading and it does load and my pictures on my computer show. I click on the ones I want to upload and a blue box opens and says it's preparing the pictures, thing then the little ball thingy goes back and forth....but this is the key...the line that used to go across to show the pictures were uploading doesn't appear anymore. So how can I fix this or what am I doing wrong?
Just thought someone passing by might know. It isn't a big earth shattering deal, but it is a puzzlement.
Not much going on around here. I got a nice youth bed and mattress from a woman on freecycle, very, very nice. Hali has been climbing out of her crib and landing on Owen's head in the middle of the night. Makes for an interesting hour or so. Anyway, I moved the beds around so that if little Princess climbs out of her crib she won't land on the Prince's head any longer. I'm waiting a little bit to tuck her into her new bed. I need to wait at least until she can go down steps on her own.
Tomorrow I'm continuing to clean and purge. I'm looking over the movies, there are too many and I want to pass them along. Also I have quite a number of books that need new readers.
The late sun shining into my windows is making me happier than I have a right to be.
Hope everyone made it through the Ides of March okay.
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
I did a little shopping today and I noticed these two little green plants off in a corner marked ten cents each. I figured no one would buy them and so I did. I put them in the little tea cup and now I how a little green spot. I noticed there are a lot of summer things starting to come out in stores. I guess that's akin to Christmas decorations coming out in September but I don't mind the summer things coming so early. Snow again predicted for tomorrow. Bret Farve has retired from the Packers but it sounds kind of like he's interested in going to another football team. He has a news conference scheduled for tomorrow. Someone else retired from the team but I didn't hear who it was. I've been reading some good books, light reading is what I like the best. Some of the titles are The Uncommon Reader; Things Were Said; and The Penny. Also doing a lot of spinning wool so I have a good supply of yarn to knit with. Anakin is chasing a mouse around...not a real one, thank goodness, and she's meowing so loud it's funny. Was going to add a picture of her but aohell doesn't let me tonight, just the one.
Thursday, February 28, 2008
A nice sunny day without the snow they predicted. Had appointments at dentist and eye doctor that went well. Stopped at the boutique and got three nice summer shorts outfits and a pretty Easter decoration. Also got a box of action figures for Owen...he said 'Grandma, just what I always wanted', he's so funny. Now waiting for the dryer to get done with the last load. Looking forward to the weekend. No sign yet that the ginger Owen and I planted is growing but it hasn't been very long yet.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Saturday, February 23, 2008
I'm having so much trouble updating and adding pictures that I think I will get a different space. I don't know what happened. Everything was going along fine when all of the sudden I can't add pictures like I used to and I have to repeatedly sign in. It just takes too long.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Saturday, February 16, 2008
A favorite picture with my grandchild
This is the journal where the photo shoot started (I think) and below is the information
The songs selected have the common theme of tenderness.
I figured we could all use a little tenderness in our lives, not just on Valentines Day! I hope you will play along and show us your tender photo. If you join us, please leave your link below so we can mention your journal!
Friday, February 15, 2008
This project for starting a ginger plant from a root purchased at the local market is a fun way to engage a child's curiosity about their environment.
Common ginger, Zingiber officinale, is a wonderful plant for children to grow because it has so many uses - a flavorful spice, a remedy for the common cold and a cure for an upset stomach. Children can learn that there are benefits of growing plants beyond the beautiful blooms and foliage.
And because ginger's root or rhizome is so odd looking, it is easy to catch the attention of a child for this activity. In fact, the root is often referred to as a "hand" and the sections are called "fingers."
The best time to start a ginger plant from the root is in the spring. When you select roots for growing, choose those that are fresh with 1 to 2 inch long sections and plenty of nodes.
1 six inch terra cotta container with drainage holes
sterile potting soil
Begin by cutting the root into a few pieces, making sure that each piece has a few nodes or buds from which to sprout.
Fill your container 2/3 of the way full with potting soil.
Place the gingerroot pieces flat on top of the soil and cover with about 2 inches more of potting soil.
Water well and place it in a warm windowsill with bright but indirect light. In just a few weeks a stalk will emerge at each one of the nodes. You can expect your plant to grow about 4 feet tall.
If you live in a mild part of the country you can plant this directly outside. Ginger prefers to grow in areas with partial shade and consistently moist, rich soil. In climates that have cold winters, treat it as a tender houseplant and bring it indoors when temperatures drop below 40 degrees F.
While your ginger plant may occasionally produce flowers, it is not a common occurrence. But when you consider what the roots have to offer, you'll hardly miss the blooms. Wait about 4 to 7 months to harvest new roots. Simply cut the leaf stalks close to the top of the root and lift it out of the soil.
What an amazing gift from nature - a fresh supply of flavorful and healthy ginger root and a fun way to introduce your children to the benefits of gardening.
Will post pictures if I take some.
|Using a store bought piecrust you can mix up this dessert in a quick 20 minutes and let it bake for an hour. About the time you're finished with dinner, it will be ready to enjoy.|
|Number of servings: 6|
1 cup sugar
2 tablespoons flour
1/2 teaspoon salt
1 stick butter, melted
1 cup buttermilk
1 teaspoon vanilla
9 inch pie crust
This pie couldn't be simpler to make. First, preheat your oven to 400 degrees F.
Next mix all the dry ingredients.
Whisk in the eggs, one at a time.
Add the melted butter and buttermilk.
Stir in the vanilla
Pour this into a 9 inch pie pan lined with an unbaked crust.
Bake at 400 degrees F for 15 minutes then reduce heat to 325 degrees F and bake for another 45 minutes. The filling will still be somewhat custard like when you remove the pie from the oven, but it will firm up as it cools.
Notes: Add 1 tablespoon lemon zest when you mix the dry ingredients for extra flavor.
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Had some complications so my tooth pulling episode is changed to Monday afternoon. We're getting lots of snow but even so the buds are coming on the Magnolia trees right on schedule and the evergreens including the latest ones are still very green. I also enjoy the red bark dogwood, it adds much color to the backyard. Grandkids aren't sick anymore and I'm just hanging on to a cough. I take a spoon of honey when I go to bed and it sooths my throat so I don't cough long enough to get to sleep for a while. I've been doing a lot of spinning wool and a lot of reading. I was disappointed to find out I didn't like the thick book that I got at the library. We had a pleasant valentine's day and now looking forward to what comes next. I guess that's St. Patrick's day...with a little cherry pie delight for President's day in between. I am having a hard time getting through winter as it seems it will never end. I am always so cold except when I'm shoveling the snow which seems like most of the time as we have gotten so much of it this year. Lots of Chickadee's in the yard today along with the Mourning Doves. Filling the feeders and water bath at least once a day. Hali is sleeping and Owen is almost asleep on the davenport. He won't go upstairs until I do so I guess it's off to bed. Goodnight and sweet dreams.
Friday, February 8, 2008
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
• 2 cups flour
• 1/2 tsp. baking soda
• 1/2 tsp. baking powder
• 1/2 tsp. salt
• 1 cup (2 sticks) unsalted butter, melted and cooled slightly
• 1 cup firmly packed light brown sugar
• 1/2 cup granulated sugar
• 2 large eggs
• 1 tsp. vanilla extract
• 1 cup smooth peanut butter
• 40 chocolate kiss candies
1. Preheat oven to 350ºF. Line 2 baking sheets with parchment paper.
2. Combine flour, baking soda, baking powder and salt in medium bowl.
3. Cream melted butter and sugars together in large mixing bowl with an electric mixer on medium speed until smooth. Add eggs, vanilla and peanut butter and beat until smooth. Stir in flour mixture until just combined. Leave bowl in refrigerator for 10 minutes (or up to 6 hours) to firm dough.
4. Scoop a heaping tablespoonful of dough and roll it between your palms to form a ball. Place the balls on the baking sheets about 3 inches apart. Bake
about 6 to 8 minutes. 5 Remove cookies from oven, and gently press a chocolate kiss candy into the center of each. Return to oven for 4 to 6 minutes, or until cookies are lightly colored. Let stand on the baking sheet for 5 minutes, then carefully slide the entire parchment sheet with the cookies from the pan to a wire rack and let them cool completely. Keep in an airtight container at room temperature for 2 to 3 days.
Tags: Valentine's Day Treats