Warm and gooey.
Doughy and dusted with cinnamon and sugar.
These are absolutely delicious and very rich. Perfect paired with a cup of coffee or hot apple cider, they’d make a wonderful treat for Thanksgiving morning.
The original recipe calls them caramel snickerdoodles, I guess because of the cinnamon and sugar, but when I went to make these I only had crescent rolls so that’s why we call them caramel crescent roll bites.
Whatever you want to call them is fine just make sure you call the family in to enjoy them with you or you may end up eating them all by yourself!
Allow to warm a tad because the caramel will be oozing and hot but then gobble them up because the
caramel will be oozy and warm 🙂
A couple of notes:
You probably want to line your cookie sheet with parchment paper since some of the caramel may leak during baking.
These are best eaten warm. Once they cool the caramel becomes slightly hard and not as tasty.
Last week I had the opportunity to sit under the teaching of Douglas and Nancy Wilson at a family conference in Sandestin. It was beneficial for me in many ways, and on many different levels and I am really glad our family was finally able to participate in this annual event. One of the things I realized during the weekend was how differently I would want to parent if we were just starting our family. A different tone and coming from a different place, so to speak.
What is man bread you say?
Why it is bacon cheddar beer bread, of course. What more could a man ask for in his bread? Or a woman for that matter because to be honest this is just plain old good no matter whether you are a girl or man. It’s just that when you rattle off the name ~ bacon cheddar beer bread ~ it just sort of begs for a man to be heard in the background grunting “Arr Arr Arr” a la Tim the tool man style.
Super easy to make and since the beer is your yeast it’s also fairly quick to put together. Start to finish is about an hour for a loaf of fresh savory bread. We enjoyed it with spaghetti but I think it would be a nice compliment to soups as well. (We do breakfast for dinner upon occasion and this would be perfect with grits and eggs.)
It has a great flavor and a delicious crunchy on the outside texture. Next time I think I will double the recipe because our loaf went fast!
He tells us that a wise woman builds her home while a foolish one tears it down. And we smile and nod as we sweep our front porch and think of the ones we’ve known who have been folly’s handmaid. We glance around at our tidy yards and manicured bushes and maybe pluck a weed or two thinking that this shows our humble piety and willingness to admit our own sin.
Only we’re not standing on our front porches being neighborly, we’re actually guarding the door hoping no one will want to come in any further. And if they do darken our doorway we have our fancy parlor with plastic furniture covers all pristine and ready for guests.
We don’t want to walk them down the hall past the snapshots of every hurt and injustice framed by bitterness that we’ve hung. And if they do make it to the living room they are sure to notice the major incident that defines who we are and everything we do hanging in it’s place of honor above the fireplace. On the mantle sits the vase of dried up day dreams sitting in the stagnant and murky waters of “I wishes” and “if onlys”.
Other vases full of our expectations for everyone, even God, teeter on the edge of window sills, just waiting to be knocked to the ground and shattered.
Tiny bumps of our family’s rebellion mar the smooth surface of the area rug they’ve been swept under, causing us to continue to stumble.
Sarcasm dents the walls leading into the kitchen.
Our dishes are chipped and cracked with discontentment as we pile them up in the sink barely scrapped clean. Crumbs of presumption scatter across the counter.
Through the crack of the laundry room door we see the piles of neglect as we ignore our duties and responsibilities. The utility closet bulges and is barely able to remain shut against the unforgiveness and disappointments that we’ve tucked inside.
There are many ways a foolish woman can tear her house down without it looking like she is.
But when Lady Wisdom is bid come inside, to clean and refresh, she throws open wide the windows of our hearts and minds bringing with her the Spirit of Truth that dispels the dark shadows of every corner. We can take down the mementos of the past that shade the present and toss them into the fireplace along with the “I wishes” and “if onlys”.
We can heed her direction and empty those other vases of our expectations for the people in our lives, and more importantly the ones we have for God, and push them to a place of security and fill them with the beautiful bouquet of His good and perfect will watered by His sufficiency.
We can stop hiding our sin and take the area rug away and wax and polish a deep shine into the hardwood flooring of obedience. The sarcasm of our speech can be sanded smooth and the vivid shade of a word fitly spoken can color our walls.
Learning the art of contentment despite our situation and circumstances makes for unmarred serving ware. Gratitude can dispose of the taken for granted crumbs.
We can learn to be keepers of our homes, and joyful ones at that, when we see the provision God has graciously bestowed upon us. We can let go and get rid of all the junk we’ve been carrying around from house to house and relationship to relationship.
The truth is our physical homes can sometimes hide the turmoil and chaos of our souls. Other times it can be an accurate reflection of that chaos and turmoil. But in either case we have to remember that we, since we are in-dwelt by the Holy Spirit, as the Apostle Peter says, are living stones being fashioned into a spiritual house.
May we be as diligent and willing to clean our minds and hearts as we are to declutter and put to rights our physical dwellings.
Last week my niece was pinning some apple sauce recipes and it reminded me of this bonus recipe I had shared last year. It’s so good and since it’s apple season I thought I’d share it again.
Plus it has the added bonus of breaking the silence that has been around here lately. Life got a little frantic lately and while I don’t look for much to slow down now that the holidays are upon us, I do still want to keep up with the blogging. (May I just say that part of the reason it has been so very crazy is that 4 babies have been born into our church since September? So it’s been busy but full of sweetness!) I miss the blog hopping, reading really great stuff and finding some great recipes. Just got to make time for it all.
But such is life for everyone so let’s move on to the apple sauce recipe. I originally found this one off the label of a Juicy Juice bottle. Super easy and, besides tasting good, will make your house smell o-mazing.
A couple of things to note:
I don’t like super chunky apples sauce so I used my potato masher to break down the larger apple pieces. Also, I don’t exactly measure out my cranberries~I just add what looks like a good cranberry to apple ratio. And as long as I am admitting that I don’t follow directions exactly my brown sugar wasn’t exactly packed down and if measured out was probably a little closer to 3/4 a cup.