We do not have cable, but this post title absolutely sounds like a show which should be on a network owned partially by Martha Stewart & MTV.  My mind took this way too far in the thought process as to what a show called “Cookies & Cribs” would actually look like.  I might talk Josh Kelley into getting cable if said show existed.  But I digress.

So I told you I would let you know about “The Best Snickerdoodles” recipe.  Insert Sidenote:

Laura Kelley Fun Fact #2:  If you put anything remotely close to “World’s Greatest”, “The Best Ever”, “Hands Down The Most Wonderful”, etc, etc, etc, in front of your recipe, I WILL TRY IT.  It’s like I just can’t not try it.  When you claim something is the greatest in the world, well, I’ve just got to try it.  “World’s Greatest Crap Pie”  Me:  “Holy cow.  World’s Greatest Crap Pie. Well I just have to see this for myself.”  Seriously, it’s becoming a problem.  Like a drug I can’t quit.

And well, it turns out these snickerdoodles are totally legit.  They even have brown sugar in them.  A snickerdoodle with brown sugar?  Hold up.  So much so, I made 100 of them.  I actually did not mean to make 100 of the best snickerdoodles, but if you double the recipe, you get 100 cookies.  I’m not complaining.  More to share.  Bakes goods can change the world.  By the way, if you decide to double the recipe…do not double the sugar/cinnamon mixture you roll the cookies in…you will have way too much leftover…like I did.

And remember when I said I was getting rid of everything in our house…like for reals…even the crib which all 4 of my sweet little baby Kelley’s slept in?  Well, we couldn’t donate or sell the crib because it was a recalled drop side crib…which we bought in 2009 before Harper was born at Kmart for $100.  The crib.  Not Harper.  She was not born at Kmart for $100.  But that would be an amazing story.  Anyways.  As Josh Kelley was about to drive off headed to the dump with the crib I realized maybe, just maybe I could repurpose at least the springs and I could be a little nostalgic with this sweet piece of recalled furniture which held all our children while they slept.  I told him to wait and asked him to pull out the spring base piece.

And when he got back I was already spray painting it.  Life is good when you are cool with spray painted, sentimental junk hanging on your wall.  Josh’s reply, “Well, that didn’t take long.”  I love him.

So a little spray paint, two nails in the wall and boom shocka locka.  I love her.  I think I’ll keep her.

Happy Tuesday!