Oh, stained glass window cookies. They’re the prettiest cookies on the plate. They’re so pretty, you can use them as ornaments. And, they’re easy to make. But! They’re hard to make pretty.

Sheet after sheet and mistake after mistake, we learned just how hard.

Too thin. Too thick. Too crispy. Too soft. Where’d the window go? What shape is this one supposed to be?

Still, we had fun. And you can, too. Who knows? Maybe you can even make them pretty.

Here’s what you’ll need:

  • Refrigerated cookie dough
  • Flour
  • Rolling pin
  • Hard candies (like Lifesavers or Jolly Ranchers)
  • Sandwich bags
  • Parchment paper
  • Cookie sheets
  • Assorted cookie cutters/Knife


  1. Preheat oven to 375 degrees.
  2. Remove the wrappers from the candies and sort them by color into sandwich bags.
  3. Stained Glass Cookies 1

  4. Crush the candies with a rolling pin.
  5. Stained Glass Cookies 2

  6. Roll out the refrigerated dough on a floured surface to about 1/4 inch thickness. (You can make your own dough or use store-bought to save time, like we did.)
  7. Stained Glass Cookies 3

  8. Use cookies cutters or a knife to cut the dough into shapes.
  9. Transfer the shapes onto parchment paper on a cookie sheet.
  10. Use a smaller cookie cutter or a knife to cut shapes into the center of the cookies.
  11. Stained Glass Cookies 4

  12. If the cookies will be used as ornaments, poke a hole in the top of each cookie with a straw or a toothpick.
  13. Stained Glass Cookies 5

  14. Sprinkle crushed candy into the hollowed parts of the cookies. Fill them all the way to the edges.
  15. Stained Glass Cookies 6

  16. Bake approximately 8 minutes.
  17. Place baking sheets on a wire rack to cool at least 10 minutes.
  18. Eat them, hang them, or store them in an airtight container for later.
  19. Stained Glass Cookies 7

A few tips:

  • Don’t want to use cookie cutters? Roll your dough into strips about 1/4 inch thick and use them to make outlines on parchment paper on a cookie sheet. Fill with candy and bake per the directions above.
  • Keep your cookies thin. If you make them too thick, your stained glass window will nearly disappear when the dough puffs up as it bakes.
  • It’s easy to overbake these cookies, so check them often. They should just be starting to brown when you remove them from the oven.
  • Be sure to let the cookies cool completely before removing them from the sheet, otherwise the candy will separate from the dough.

Originally written for and posted on the now-defunct My OH! Momma website.

On Thanksgiving evening, Dave killed my turkey buzz with the declaration that he’d be returning to a regimen of healthy eating and exercise on Sunday. I was feeling full and a little reckless, so I agreed to join him and ate another piece of pumpkin cheesecake.

Sunday morning, I found him in the kitchen measuring out some cereal. I said “Good morning,” and he invited me to go for a run with him.

Turns out, he was serious. And since I’m a game player, I held up my end of the bargain. I weighed in on the Wii Fit and let it call me obese. I went along for a run. (A mile and a half, yo!) I even pulled out a new notebook and wrote down my calories. I told myself I’d be back in my favorite jeans by New Year’s.

That was day 1.

Day 2 – that’s today – is a bunch of crap. I hate diets. And my legs are sore. When Dave gets home, I’m going to punch him. Hard. And a lot.

Also, a tip: it doesn’t matter if you only eat 1500 calories a day, if that 1500 calories came from Muddy Buddies and sugar cookie dough, you’re not going to feel very well. Even if you go running.

The only thing I do more than change diapers is breathe. (And the two don’t necessarily go so well together). Julia made up a song about it.

The empty places
at our Thanksgiving table
look a little sad.

I’m done shedding tears.
I have my girls and that means
I have everything.

My girls on Thanksgiving 2010 (1)

My girls on Thanksgiving 2010 (2)

My girls on Thanksgiving 2010 (3)

My girls on Thanksgiving 2010 (4)

Yesterday was my father’s birthday. We decided to celebrate with cake because meatloaf didn’t seem very festive. Normally, I would make one. Because I like to make cakes. A lot. But I just didn’t get it done. (Sorry, Dad!) Instead, we decided to pick one up at the store.

Lucy was in charge of choosing the cake. After I talked her out of the $30 sheet cake featuring a John Deere tractor and the Dora the Explorer fake-cake cupcake concotion, she made her selection. Since Phoebe’s car seat was already taking up the official kid seat part of the cart, I had to put the cake next to Lucy in the big basket part. I explained that she must be very careful and look out for the cake. “We don’t want to squish it,” I said. She heeded my words and sat next to the cake patting the plastic top gently as she informed passers-by that it was her Grandpa’s birthday and that was his “wonderful, wonderful cake.”

We made it out of the store without incident. Ha ha! We did it! I thought and I broke into song as I wheeled us up to the car. I was so busy celebrating our success that I didn’t notice Lucy starting to stand as I made a sharp right to pull up along the passenger side. I was reaching for the car door when I heard a crunch and a gasp. My body stiffened and I turned to Lucy. Her wide eyes met mine for a second. I looked down to the cake and back to her face. Her shocked expression crumbled into tears.

“Gwandpa’s cake is bwooookeeeennnnn!” She covered her head and sobbed. I reached down and popped the dented plastic back to it’s regular shape. The damage to the cake was minimal, but Lucy’s heart was clearly broken.

“Look, honey. It’s not that bad. Look. You can hardly notice.”

She looked down at the cake and cried even harder.

“Lucy, Grandpa won’t care. Come on, honey. I’m not mad. Grandpa won’t be mad.”

I tried to hug her and pat her shoulders, but she was fraught with grief. So, I said what I had to say.

“Grandpa will probably like that piece best! It’s like you decorated it with your butt.”

She giggled. “Butt” works every time. It’s like a magic word.

We made our way home and later that night, we had Grandpa’s cake, butt dent and all.

Happy Birthday Grandpa

I thought it seemed like the perfect opportunity to get a picture of my dad “surrounded by women” as he explains it to waitresses when we all go out to eat together. (He also likes to say, “I won’t smoke, but I may smolder,” when they ask for our seat preference. And he determines their tip by holding up his “Presidential flashcards” and asking them which one they like best.)

Here’s the best shot. I think.

Our family on Grandpa's Birthday 2

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