Good morning, all! I hope the BIG EVENT in the West of Wood is a triumph, just a veritable triumph. And more photos this time, please!
Today's topic, cookies; I feel like Pavlav's dog already. I remember my grandmother's icebox cookies quite fondly from my early childhood. She called them icebox cookies because the dough was chilled till it hardened and then my grandmother with a butcher knife sliced the dough into long thin slices, baked them, and served a wonderful spicy, chewy, raisin- and nut-filled concoction that put this little kid into nirvana. The recipe vanished with her death, around 1961, and I wish I had a copy to share with all of you.
My two faves: oatmeal raisin and peanut butter
Most disliked: chocolate chip; loathe them, and they seem to be everyone's favorite but mine. My mother's sister Jean used to bake tollhouse cookies for me and replace the chocolate chips with candied fruit, and I loved those.
My mother made a mean sugar cookie around Christmas, but her two good pastries were doughnuts and pecan pie, topics for another day.