CATEGORY	CUISINE	TAG	YIELD
Grains		Cookie	24	Servings

INGREDIENTS

2		Sticks butter or margarine
1/2	c	Sugar
2	c	Flour
1	tb	Vanilla
2	c	Corn flakes; crushed
1	c	Chopped nuts
		Powdered sugar

INSTRUCTIONS

Combine all ingredients except powdered sugar. Form into balls. Bake at 300
for 30 minutes on ungreased cookie sheet. Let cool. Roll in powdered sugar.
FLORA BELLE ANDERSON
MARVELL, AR
From <Simply Southern>, the Desoto School Mothers' Assn, Helena-West
Helena, AR 72390.  Downloaded from Glen's MM Recipe Archive,
http://www.erols.com/hosey.

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