We have had some serious adjustments in our lives lately. My Dad accepted a job at Yosemite National Park, and moved to California a couple of weeks ago. My Mom is staying with us through the end of the year in order to tie-up lose ends at work and be here for the holidays. Every one of us is heartbroken and counting down the days till we can all live close together again. I knew my Dad was going to be upset about leaving, so I decided to make him a sweet treat for him to enjoy on the drive there.
Now, these are no ordinary cookies. These little fellas are special and have a long history in our family. I started making these cookies when I was in the 5th grade. During my Summer break from school, I would stay up late experimenting with my cooking. That's when I discovered this cookie recipe. I made these cookies all the time. I had perfected the recipe to the point where all my family would request them. If fact when my Aunt Rondia and Uncle Mike would come to visit us, Uncle Mike would do my chores for me in exchange for his own batch of these cookies.
After Miss O was born I acquired the cookbook that this cookie recipe came from. The book just opens up to the recipe. The pages are no longer connected and it's covered with stains. When I decided to make these cookies for my Dad, I was out of practice. I had not made these cookies in years. I was feeling pretty insecure about how they turned out. They were not as pretty as I remembered them to be, but I packaged them up anyways and sent them on their way. A couple of hours later I got a call from my Dad telling me how amazing they were, and how happy he was to have them as his road trip snack.
Now I have a feeling that he is going to request them every time he comes back to visit!
No comments:
Post a Comment