Like the good Jewish mother that she is, Little Mommies continued to bake for Rosh Hashanah. This next cookie is one of the first cookies I ever made, resulting in 300 spotted crazies for Teacher Recognition Day in elementary school. Yes, I get it; I was a suck up. Don’t make me admit what a freak of a child I was again, you have seen enough pictures. Make sure you use fresh poppy seeds, otherwise the cookies can taste rancid. These are buttery, delicious, and a strange favorite that you shouldn’t eat before taking a drug test. And that’s my “I was a teenager during Generation Y, so I learned strange things in D.A.R.E” tip of the day.
I like ingredient pictures. It’s like the before in weight loss ads.
Ingredients:
- 2 cups all-purpose flour
- 1/2 teaspoon baking soda
- 1 1/2 teaspoons freshly grated lemon zest
- 2 tablespoons fresh poppy seeds
- 2 sticks unsalted butter, softened
- 1 cup sugar
- 2 large egg yolks
- 1 large egg
- 1 1/2 teaspoons pure lemon extract
This is the only dough I won’t eat raw. The poppy seeds scare me, and it’s hard to hide that I ate the dough from my mother when it leaves black spots all up in my grill.
Preheat oven to 350 degrees. In medium bowl, combine first 4 ingredients. Mix well with a wire whisk and set aside. In large bowl, cream butter and sugar with an electric mixer at medium speed until mixture forms a grainy paste. Scrape down sides of bowl, then add yolks, egg and lemon extract. Beat at medium speed until light and fluffy. Add flour mixture and mix at low speed just until combined. DO NOT OVER MIX!
Drop by rounded teaspoons, about the size of a quarter, onto an ungreased cookie sheet, about 2 inches apart. Bake 10 to 12 minutes until cookies are slightly brown along edges. Transfer to wire rack to cool. Makes about 60 cookies.
May be stored for up to 3 days in an airtight container between sheets of waxed paper. Cookies freeze well.
Adapted from Mrs. Fields Cookie Book
And you all make fun of my 80′s style plates, check out this dishalicious that my mother put these cookies on. Nothing like purple and green pastel “stain.” Oh, and this plate was given to my mother in 1984 as a wedding gift by a “Liz Schiff,” Cornell class of 1982. Anyone know her? My mom would love to find her. Just don’t tell her I knocked on her ugly plate.
