Thank goodness I inherited my mother's handwriting and spelling skills.
(If you're new, this post explains.)
Unfortunately, at this stage, it's rare to unearth new memories. Instead, we cling to what we already have (cards, videotapes, etc.). Lucky for me, my mom found a recipe card in my dad's handwriting.
(It should be understood that my dad was neither a cook nor a writer.)
To hear my mom tell it, my dad had a craving some 1.5 decades ago for cookies that were one of his mother's specialties. My paternal grandmother has a way of making any combination of ingredients taste wonderful. Her chocolate chips cookies helped sustain me during my college years.
I really, really loved college. But I digress.
The recipe was for shiny bottom cookies. We lived within 30 miles of my dad's parents for most of my childhood, but we abandoned our fair Cleveland for a five-year stint in Toledo at one point.
(Cleveland wins that battle, let me tell you.)
From across the state of Ohio, Grandma Mabel dictated her recipe for shiny bottoms over the phone and my dad jotted down the instructions on a recipe card, which was then tucked away in the most secure of recipe boxes. When my mom, aunt, and I did our cookie baking a couple of weeks ago, the recipe card was passed along to me.
I currently have the card on my fridge, held against its will by magnets, but I am certain there's a better place for it. I just don't know what that might be.
Do you?
I hope so, otherwise this post will have been quite pointless.
Oh, I know what will make it better! Babies!
Remember this little nephew guy?
Well, he has been mysteriously replaced by this guy:
Suspicious, isn't it? I understand horizontal growth every time I look in the mirror, but growth of the vertical variety catches me off guard every time.
He looks as if he is being held against his will, and, in the last three shots that is not entirely incorrect. By the third frame, I think he realized if he smiled for a moment, he would be released from my captivity. I sure do love that baby toddler though.
Babies and recipes aside, I hope you had a wonderful Christmas, Yule, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, or just plain old December.
I have a mental list of resolutions for the new year and one is to blog more. All I can say is, thank you for your patience!
Happy holidays to you and you and you!
P.S. What did Santa bring you? He brought me an elusive Carolina white Christmas, bless him!
P.P.S. I'm soooo close to turning 27. If that's not old, I don't know what is.
