Mama's Stickies

Larry and I had a quiet relaxing day on Thanksgiving as we wait until the Sunday following Thanksgiving to celebrate along with Larry's birthday. That gives Robby, Helen and Jessica an opportunity to celebrate with her family on Thanksgiving Day. Larry watched instant western movies most of the day and I watched a special about the Walton Family. That was one of our favorite programs some years ago. They had the characters that had played the different parts together except for Grandma and Grandpa who are now deceased. Also, John Boy could not be with them in person but they used modern technology so he could share his story. It brought back so many memories of the way things used to be and it was amazing how much they enjoyed being together and sharing how the set was produced. It also showed a special Thanksgiving program from the past that was so meaningful.

Today when I was preparing lunch I still had the program on my mind. I was making Chicken/Rice Tarts using flacky biscuits as my crust. I had some biscuits left over and I thought of the Stickies mama used to make.
I separated the biscuits into two peices and rolled them out very thin like mama used to do, of course, she made stickies from the dough left over from making her big pan of biscuits. I then sprinkled sugar over them, added little pats of butter, rolled it up and cut it into small peices. I placed those in an alumunium pie pan; sprinkled a cinnamon sugar mixture over them and added a few pats of butter. I then put them in the oven at 350% and baked them until brown; about 15 minutes. The cinnamon and sugar and butter made a glaze in the pan that stuck to the bottom, mmm.....delicious. I can just hear Renee now if I let it slip that I made them saying "Mama, you made stickies and did not call me!!!" While I was doing all this Rosie, our dog, was sitting at my feet watching every move I made and hoping I would drop something she could snatch up. That reminded me of all the times when I had three little ones standing behind me hoping to get to lick a bowl or a spoon. They would keep count as to whose turn it was to get to lick the bowl from making a cake or the pot from making fudge, etc. Now they just give me a "hard time" if they catch me doing something the simple way instead of "from scratch" like mama used to do. We really do need to come up with a way to capture some of the family recipes.