Alternatively titled; How I Ate Almost Two Dozen Cookies Worth of Dough.
In making these cookies, I came to several essential conclusions about both my grandmother and great-grandmother. They either had memories like elephants (yes, I know that phrase doesn't hold-up in the court of science), or they had a lot of time to start at the stove. These women wrote nothing useful down, except what they … Continue reading Mrs. Jeffery’s Oatmeal Cookies
So here is the thing about working off of someone else's recipe. The idea sounds deeply romantic. Old family recipes passed down generation to generation, each woman living a different and unexpected life with this one thing in common. I mean, the idea is hallmark movie level awesome. That is until you try it. The … Continue reading Apple Cake 1/2 Recipe
My grandmother was the living, breathing, incarnation of Lucille Bluth.* With one notable difference. My grandmother preferred gin. Outside of gin, my grandmother loved two things. Her pets and food (Yes, I intentionally left her children and eating off this list). Which meant that after she passed, she left a very well stocked kitchen for her … Continue reading Cooking With the Family