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Not Too Sweet

I needed to use up a bag of pecans leftover from holiday baking, so I tried out a new low-sugar pecan crescent cookie recipe (very close to this one; mine just used 5 tblspns. of powdered sugar, and I sprinkled the tops instead of rolling them in more powdered sugar after baking.) After the first batch of crescent-shaped cookies came out they seemed a bit too thick to me, so I rolled the rest of the dough into balls and flattened them with a fork dipped in powdered sugar before baking.

They're like shortbread with nuts, and not too sweet. My guy is not a fan of sweets, so he liked them a lot. I still think they're too thick, but I might try rolling out the dough and doing thinner cutouts next time.

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