Snickerdoodles and Doggy Muffins

In a very commendable display of domestic goddessdom, S, world’s coolest wife, spent part of this weekend baking goodies for both me and the always-greedy golden retrievers. Yesterday, for Sascha and Alix, she whipped up some delicious looking blueberry muffins. She made two dozen mini-muffins (pictured below, with the red muffin liners) and a half dozen big ones.

I decided to try a bit of one of the muffins myself—can’t let the dogs have them all to themselves, I figured. While they smelled great, they were a tad bland (for humans that is), and the berries, unfortunately, a tad too tart.

This morning, S wanted to sleep in a bit, so I fed the dogs. Instead of the usual dry dog food, I decided to give them a treat. I plated one of the big muffins with a small handful of the dog food and then added some scrambled eggs and toast soldiers.

Later today, since I was obviously a little jealous of the dogs, S whipped out the King Arthur Cookie Companion and asked me what kind of cookie I would like. We decided on sugar cookies, of which there’s a whole chapter. There were many yummy sounding recipes, but the one that caught my eye was Snickerdoodles. I’ve loved the word ever since I first heard it but, to be honest, never knew what a Snickerdoodle actually was. Of course, when I found out it was a kind of cookie, I was really eager to try one… only, I never got around to it. No one I knew made them and no cookie shop I ever went to had them.

So, when S offered to make them for me, I was ecstatic. Essentially, it’s a sugar cookie laced with cinnamon. Truly delicious. Especially with a cold glass of skim milk. Yum!

Thanks S! (That’s from me and the dogs.)

P.S. Interestingly enough, when we later consulted Nigella Lawson’s baking book, we noticed that a Snickerdoodle to her is something completely different. It’s more like a donut. Maybe it’s an American-British thing… the difference in definition, that is.