These maple snickerdoodle sandwich cookies with bourbon maple filling are the ultimate cozy fall treat! Make these without the bourbon to make these family friendly.
Dish Count :: 1 Stand Mixer, 1 Mixing Bowl, 1 Baking Sheet, 1 Cookie Scoop
Great news everybody – 30 doesn’t feel any different than 29. I wasn’t sure, but I’m happy to report that on this side of the big 3-0, I’m excited for another decade. And after this months, two trips in two weeks, visiting of family to celebrate my pre-emptive birthday, and waiting (hoping), praying (cheering), and doing some sort of baby labor dance so my best friend would go into labor on Saturday so that me and the tiny tot would share a birthday – it was really a relaxing, perfect, mildly lazy day. It was everything I could have ever wanted – complete with binge watching a bunch of new shows!! Yes, I’m tardy to the new season party – but one I loved since season 1 and the other, totally new to me, and I’m hooked.
Because Ben had to work on Saturday night, on my birthday for the second year in a row (boo!), I spent the evening binging on Blood and Oil. I’ll be the first to admit I was straight up addicted to Greek when it was on ABC Family like, eons, ago – actually back when I was in college, so 8 years ago. Oh yeah, that is EONS, now. I’m 30, remember!! And I had a mad crush on Cappie. Well, he’s back… as Wick in Blood and Oil, and I’m not completely ashamed to say that’s why I tuned in? Maybe I am, I’m a 30 year old married woman and all.
Well, I’m hooked on that one now. I just really hope it’s not another show I get completely enthalled in – like State of Affairs with Katherine Heigl did last season! DID SHE DIE from the missile!? These are the burning questions I’m left emotionally wrought with! So, this one, better not go away.
The latest pick-up-where-I-left-off binge was Blacklist. You want to talk about sad crushes? I’ve got a completely irrational crush on James Spader. Put that man in a perfectly tailored vest, with a shot gun and blood gushing out of his head, I’m a goner. It’s like I don’t even know who I am anymore…
But truthfully my favorite crush of all… a man in scrubs. Yeah, that one who does his duty every day, drives an hour and 30 minutes each way to his night shift, and still finds time to kiss my face and tell me he loves me – though he can never do that enough. And ladies, a guy in scrubs – they’re the new Wranglers. Though, I do love when he puts dem Wranglers on.