#snickerdoodle mixture

[camdennelson]

Desserts - Apple Pie - Snickerdoodle-Crusted Apple Pie

This apple pie is a simple Thanksgiving dessert because the crust and crumble topping are made from a buttery snickerdoodle mixture.

[kadinbennett]

Desserts - Apple Pie - Snickerdoodle-Crusted Apple Pie

This apple pie is a simple Thanksgiving dessert because the crust and crumble topping are made from a buttery snickerdoodle mixture.

[zanyanticsguy]

Desserts - Apple Pie - Snickerdoodle-Crusted Apple Pie

This apple pie is a simple Thanksgiving dessert because the crust and crumble topping are made from a buttery snickerdoodle mixture.

[kellerdavon]

Desserts - Apple Pie - Snickerdoodle-Crusted Apple Pie

This apple pie is a simple Thanksgiving dessert because the crust and crumble topping are made from a buttery snickerdoodle mixture.

[mbvmusic]

Snickerdoodle-Crusted Apple Pie Recipe A buttery snickerdoodle mixture acts as both crust and crumble topping, making this apple pie an easy dessert for any Thanksgiving table. 2.5 cups all-purpose flour, 1 teaspoon ground cinnamon, 3/4 cup unsalted butter melted, 2 teaspoons ground cinnamon divided, 1/2 cup white sugar, 6 tablespoons white sugar divided, 1.5 teaspoons salt, 5 Granny Smith apples - peeled cored and sliced, 1 tablespoon apple cider vinegar, 1 teaspoon cream of tartar, 3 tablespoons all-purpose flour, 1 tablespoon water, 1/4 teaspoon sea salt

[rubiroberts]

Desserts - Snickerdoodle Cake

A delicious snickerdoodle cake is baked from a vanilla cake batter that has been spiced with cinnamon and sugar and topped with a honey-vanilla frosting.

[ellisjasmine]

Desserts - Snickerdoodle Cake

A delicious snickerdoodle cake is baked from a vanilla cake batter that has been spiced with cinnamon and sugar and topped with a honey-vanilla frosting.

[romilography]

Desserts - Snickerdoodle Cake

A delicious snickerdoodle cake is baked from a vanilla cake batter that has been spiced with cinnamon and sugar and topped with a honey-vanilla frosting.

[danielbuchnercompositions]

Desserts - Snickerdoodle Cake

A delicious snickerdoodle cake is baked from a vanilla cake batter that has been spiced with cinnamon and sugar and topped with a honey-vanilla frosting.

[bryanciara]

Cakes - Snickerdoodle Cheesecake This snickerdoodle cheesecake has a cinnamon shortbread crust, is dusted with sugar and cinnamon, and tastes exactly like the beloved cookie.

[curiousruby]

Simple Gluten-Free Snickerdoodle Cookies These perfectly baked gluten-free snickerdoodle cookies are soft on the inside and crisply coated with that sweet cinnamon-sugar mixture.

[parfaitblogs]

over the moon ❀ s. reid x reader

in which a bout of insomnia prompts the usage of your arguably overworked baking equipment. 

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader genre: fluff tags: established relationship. cliché flour fight into kissing... sorry... no i'm not. use of pet names. make out sesh (obviously).  word count: 1.4k a/n: also known as spencer and reader take on the margotlia bucket list for margovember!!! happy birthday to my lover @pathologicalreid!!! who has very quickly become my other half on this silly little side of tumblr. a prophet told me there are snickerdoodle cookies and a smithsonian date with our names on it in our futures ♡

"Honey, please tell me the light on in the kitchen is you getting a glass of water."

Like a deer in headlights, you're frozen in your beelined pathway between the fridge and the countertop of Spencer's kitchen, the carton of eggs in your hands preventing any attempt of a lie to him.

"Uh..." Your eyes lock with his, and he's visibly deflating upon spotting the pantry's baking ingredients arranged in front of you. "I'm just getting water?"

"I didn't realise you put sticks of butter into your water," he counters, voice meticulously picking apart your lie in front of your face. "Does that taste good?"

"Yes?"

"I'm sure," he nods his head, his feet carrying him over to you behind the counter. "What recipe have you chosen to victimise today?"

"Snickerdoodle cookies," you mumble, as his arms wrap around your waist, and his chin sits on your shoulder, eyes peering at your phone screen that had the cookie recipe open. 

"Any particular reason?" 

"I couldn't sleep," you explain. "Did I wake you up?"

"Yeah," he nods, and a beat passes where you mumble a quiet apology to him, before he's pulling away from you and picking up your phone. "Where do we start?"

It wasn't the first time you had baked instead of sleeping, and it certainly wasn't the first time Spencer had woken up to the sound of your hand mixer combining sugar and butter, or the oven timer dinging to accompany the smell of freshly baked muffins. In fact, he had become accustomed to not getting through an entire fortnight without at least one tray of baked goods taking up counter space. 

It was the first time he had offered to help you, though. He either accompanied you and watched you bake, or sat at his desk to get paperwork done (he said he should use the extra time spent conscious wisely). 

"You don't have to help," you're shaking your head, but he's already going to the sink to wash his hands. 

"You only slept for two hours before waking up to do this. I'd like to get you back to bed sooner rather than later," he answers, patting his hands dry. "I won't sleep until you do, anyways."

"Okay," you relent, staring at him almost stunned, before you return to the recipe you had up on your phone. "Um... could you combine the sugar and butter?"

Baking with Spencer Reid seemed to make everything a lot easier. Ignoring the obvious (the help an extra set of hands provided), his eidetic memory meant you could throw a step his way, and he'd know exactly what he was doing. Having asked him to add the eggs to his sugar and butter mix, he was already separating the yolk from the whites before you needed to say a thing.

"Have you ever stuck your hand into flour?" you ask him, and he lifts his head, eyebrows frowning together. 

"No. Why would I do that?"

"To know what it feels like," you say, dryly, though there isn't any malice behind it. "Have you never wanted to know what it feels like?"

"You can use context clues to figure out what it would feel like," he replies. "Correct?" 

"Spencer, you're entirely missing the point," you shake your head, and though he lifts his head from his sugar-butter-and-egg mixture to question you, he doesn't even remotely expect a large fistful of flour to explode across his chest. 

Then, you're laughing, and he's still battling with the initial shock of your flour attack for a few more seconds to laugh with you. But, when he does, he's almost mocking with it, and your face falls when he's putting his own hand into the container labelled flour, lifting it, and dragging his hand over your stomach. 

"Oh my God!" you say through a laugh, looking down at the smear of flour on your t-shirt. "Spencer!"

"Reap what you can sow," he retorts. 

So, you do.

You aren't too sure when the flour fighting gets more intimate. Somewhere between your fingers running it through his hair, and his hands landing on your ass, as he tugs you into him.

You're heaving, though the smile on your face is perfect, and he's certain he might be falling in love with you all over again. Cheeks stained in flour and all. 

"Hello," you sing, lifting your chin up to smile at him.

"Hi, sweet girl," he replies, ducking his head down to brush his lips against yours, and you pull a face at the faint taste of flour on them. 

Your finger lifts up to brush his lower lip, face growing concentrated as you brush the powder off it. "You've got a little... something..." 

"Do I?" he asks, condescendingly, and you're firmly nodding your head. 

"Yep. This is why I bake alone, Spencer Reid," you tut. 

His eyebrows raise. "I don't know if I want to even try to prove you wrong."

"I wouldn't recommend it."

"Duly noted. Anything you do recommend?"

You pause. "Kissing me might help in my journey of forgiving you for this mess."

If he's got any plan to defend himself, it crumbles beneath the words of your request, and his lips are stretching into a smile. 

"I'll do whatever I can."

His lips have a film on them from the brushed away flour, making them softer than they usually are, as he presses them against yours. Hands that were once resting almost teasingly on your ass lift to your hips, and your own drop to the countertop behind him as you lean into him.

As you usually feel in your slow moments like this with him, you feel your heart soar, your head tilting to the side as you accomodate his face being so close to your own. 

Arguably, his favourite thing about kissing you for longer than half a second, is the mewls and hums that leave your lips. Never too much to prompt anything more, but instead just enough to tell him just how much you enjoy kissing him. A feeling that is entirely mutual.

As soon as it starts, it's over. Which can't really be true, for you are panting when his head pulls away from yours,  and he's got that glassy look in his eyes that always makes your body warm. 

"We need to go shower," he murmurs, breath warm against your skin. 

You want to decline, just to stay standing right there in the kitchen with him, the urge to keep kissing him almost overwhelming. But his fingers have lifted to brush against a patch of flour on your neck, and you're surrendering at the feeling. 

"Okay."

Thus, forty-five minutes and one unreasonably long shower later, you were standing back in the kitchen, a bowl with cinnamon and sugar in front of you. Spencer's t-shirt hanging off your body — after you had expertly coerced him into letting you wear it — and a fork in your hands as you whisk the two toppings together. 

He's sitting on a stool on the other side of the bench, stirring the dough together after you had complained it was too thick. He argued it was supposed to be. 

Heading over to Spencer once the cinnamon and sugar was combined in a bowl, you mumble, "Okay. 'm tired," your head buried into the crook of his neck. 

"Yeah, weaponising that flour probably exhausted some energy," he muses, letting go of the wooden spoon to wrap his arms around you. "We still need to bake these, though."

"Cookie dough is yummy too," you retort, hand reaching out to pinch a piece of the dough. 

"Cookie dough isn't safe for you to eat," he answers, catching your wrist before you can get ahold of any batter. Upon seeing your pout, combined with the tired look in your eyes, he relents, letting you pick up a small piece just to eat. "How about we put this in the fridge, and we bake them tomorrow?" 

"I like that plan."

"I thought you would."

Helping him with the clean up consisted of you putting the dough in the fridge and cinnamon sugar in the pantry, and him doing... everything else. He didn't seem to mind, though, and his hands found their place on your waist as he walked you back towards the bedroom. 

"C'mon, sleepy girl."

He laughs at your incoherent grumble towards the name calling, letting you drag him back into the bed adorned with wrinkled sheets. 

"Thanks for baking with me," you say, voice layered with your exhaustion as you're curling up next to him. 

"Thanks for attacking me with flour."

"And I'd do it again."

your reblogs and replies are always appreciated ♡

[kimoralov3]

yes i am once again writing blurbs based on things that happened to me

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rafe had grown used to many things since you had moved in with him. you crying on the kitchen floor was not one of them.

“baby? what happened? why are you crying?” he asks as he kneels down on the floor beside you. you lift your head up, the redness and puffiness of your cheeks paired with the tear streaks sending an ache through rafe’s chest.

“it’s all wrong!” you manage between sniffles. rafe grows even more confused, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. he tried to think of what could have possibly made you this upset, but nothing immediately came to mind.

“what’s all wrong? use your words, baby.” he says as he rubs soothing patterns on your arm. 

“my cookie dough. it’s all wrong.” you mutter as you wipe some tears from your face.

cookie dough. you were crying over cookie dough. he shouldn’t be surprised, really. to him shit like this seems stupid, but he knows how sensitive you can be sometimes. that’s the only thing that keeps him from smiling at the situation.

“what’s wrong with it, hm? tell me.” he instructs as he helps you stand on your feet, brushing some dirt off your dress. 

“well i wanted to make you snickerdoodles because you mentioned a few days ago that you’d never had one before, but the dough is just… wrong. i can’t roll it together because it’s too sticky.” you explain as you brush some of your hair out of your face. 

rafe nods, taking a look around the kitchen. the mixture in the bowl looked pretty normal to him, but what did he know? you were the baking expert around here. 

“we can fix it, right? i’m sure you’re not the first person to mess up their cookie dough.” he says as he wraps his arms around you. “why don’t you go calm down a little while i look up some solutions, hm? does that sound good?”

you nodded, taking one last sad look at the mixing bowl before leaving the kitchen. rafe watched as you left, standing with his hands on his hips. god, you were really something else. he wouldn’t trade you for anything, though.

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@ivysprophecy @murdockcastleslut

[pawnshopbleus]

𝐋𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐜 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐞

Doctor!Abby Anderson x Fem!Reader

Summary - After a busy day at the hospital, all Abby wants to do is go home to her pretty wife.

Contains - lesbians being lesbians, domestic fluff, kind of erotic, reader is giving top energy

Authors Note - I wrote this at 2 am. Let’s hope I don’t regret this when I wake up. Enjoy.

AS soon as Abby stepped into the threshold of your shared home, she sighed as the scent of freshly baked cookies hit her nose. The familiar scent of snickerdoodle cookies enveloped her in warmth.

This is exactly what she needed after the day she had. Several hours of code blues, angry patients, sick babies, and a lost tampon can cause someone to go a little bit crazy. Abby has constantly reminded herself of the reason why she chose this profession. She likes helping people. Mean or nice, young or old, everyone deserves the right to health care.

Abby slipped her shoes off and placed her coat on the rack. Abby’s bare feet padded along the cold floor as she walked over to you in the kitchen. She stood there in the doorframe just watching you, admiring you. You looked absolutely stunning as you followed the same steps over again.

Abby’s presence was too strong for you not to notice her standing in the doorframe, but you simply chose to ignore it, focusing on the task at hand. Your hands worked as they rolled dough into little balls, dropped them into the cinnamon-sugar mixture, placed them on a baking tray, and added that tray to the warm oven. A batch of cookies was already baking in the oven, making the house smell like a bakery.

“How was your day, Doctor?” you asked without looking.

And suddenly, all the stress from the entire day washed away as she heard your voice. It was like a siren’s song: sweet, melodic, and alluring. She could listen to you talk all day.

“Busy,” Abby sighed.

She wrapped her arms around you and placed her head on the open space between your neck and your shoulder. Abby closed her eyes and just enjoyed being close to you after being gone for so long.

One would think that Abby had been away at war for twelve years by the way she clinged to you. You were her lifeline, her soul, her everything. She slaved away at work so that you wouldn’t have to work another day in your life. You never went without anything. The four birkin bags in your closet serve as a testimony to that.

You swivel around in Abby’s grasp. Now, you’re face to face with her, your lower back is digging into the counter. Your hands are covered in cookie dough and specks of cinnamon and sugar. Your left hand cups Abby’s cheek as your thumb swipes over her lips. The look in Abby’s eyes tells you that she knows what you want. She opens her mouth, swiping her tongue over the pad of your thumb. Cinnamon and sugar coat the inside of her mouth and she closed her eyes in satisfaction.

You retract your thumb from her mouth, giving her cheek a light pat. You walk over to the sink with a little pep in your step and wash your hands, letting the rest of the dough, cinnamon, sugar, and saliva run down the drain.

Abby watches as you walk away. She’s a little tired and dazed, but she doesn’t know if it’s from the hospital or from you. Either way, she’s not complaining.

You turn around from the sink, hands still wet. There’s a glint in your eyes that she recognizes all too well.

“Abby, honey, can you get me the glasses from the top shelf? I want to open the wine we’ve been saving.”

Abby frowns, not expecting that. “I thought we were saving that for a special occasion.”

���This is a special occasion. It’s the day you finally let me top you.”

[shoku-and-awe]

Have some pictures from insane angles because I made snickerdoodles! Also, look how many! Click through for recipe.

Snickerdoodles are maybe my favorite cookie, and my mom used to make them for us every year on the first day of school. I was surprised to find that I love them just as much now. They're also very simple and basically universally beloved and the cinnamon makes the house smell like heaven.

RECIPE

1 c. shortening* 1 ½ c. sugar 2 eggs 2 ¾ c. flour 2 t. cream of tartar** 1 t. baking soda ¼ t. salt*** Cinnamon sugar to taste

*Subbed an equal amount of softened unsalted butter **You can sub 4 t. fresh lemon juice or white vinegar ***I doubled the salt for the first time and was very happy with that decision.

Mix shortening, sugar and eggs thoroughly. (I used a stand mixer.) Measure flour by sifting. Blend all dry ingredients; stir in.

Roll dough into balls the size of walnuts. In a bowl, mix cinnamon sugar to taste. Roll balls in the mixture to coat.

(The dough picks up the cinnamon (because powder) more easily than the sugar (crystals), so if you don't replenish the cinnamon at some point, you might end up rolling the balls in just sugar. If the balls start looking lighter, add more cinnamon and mix to incorporate. I think I did this twice.)

Place 2 inches apart on baking sheet. Bake 8-10 minutes at 400.

[kaijuno]

Best Snickerdoodles

Ingredients:

2 & 1/2 cups all-purpose flour

2 tsp. baking powder

1/2 tsp. salt

1 cup butter, softened I use salted

2 cups white sugar, divided

2 large eggs

2 tsp. cinnamon

Instructions:

Preheat oven to 350 degrees Fahrenheit.

Sift together flour, baking powder, and salt; set aside.

Cream together the butter and 1 & 1/2 cups sugar until pale yellow, about 2-3 minutes.

Mix in eggs until well combined.

Add the flour mixture, 1/2 cup at a time, until the dough comes together.

In a separate, small bowl, combine 1/2 cup sugar and cinnamon together.

Shape dough into about 1-3/4 inch balls and roll the balls in the cinnamon sugar.

Space the balls about 3 inches apart on an ungreased baking sheet.

Bake for 9-10 minutes. (Oven temperatures may vary. Cooking time may be more or less.)