When I was little, I had a Grandma Ruth. She was an incredible cook. I really wish that she had lived longer than she did ( though she lived to a great age) because I would of loved to of learned some of her recipes from her. Nobody made gravy like her, her pea and potato dish was/is legendary, and how could anybody forget about her incredibly delicious Molasses Cookies! I loved all her foods, but these cookies are extra special to me. When I think about Grandma Ruth, I think about the cute red junior chair that always sat in her kitchen and her soft amazing sweet molasses cookies.
I would like to think that when she knew me and brothers were coming over, she would whip up a batch of these just for us kids. These cookies were soft, perfectly round, and they held up to be dunked in milk. In my opinion, that is the perfect cookie.
So I am beginning a Molasses Cookie quest. The thing is, I have her recipe. My mom was able to get it from my Grandma and then pass it on to me…but there are a few holes in the recipe. For one thing…nobody really seems to know the right temperature. It varies between 375 and 400 degrees. And nobody knows what the correct amount of cooking time is. And to make this cookie matter even more frustrating, my mom has admitted to me on more than one occasion, that nobody…and she meant NOBODY has been able to replicate this cookie the way my grandmother Ruth could. So…I’m a little weary of this recipe. I know that when my mom made these cookies in the past for me that they were good. But she was right…they weren’t exactly like Grandma Ruth’s.
When I began to decide earlier last week what cookie I wanted to make, I realized I was out of a few ingredients. Like brown sugar and an ample amount of butter. I always like to keep a lot of butter and brown sugar on hand but I was running low. So I began flipping through my cookbooks and discovered a Molasses Cookie recipe that had a lot of the ingredients I had on hand. But then my mind of course wandered to my Grandmother’s recipe. I wanted to compare the two together and then make my decision about which one I wanted to attempt to make. Well, as it turned out, I couldn’t find my grandmother’s recipe!!! It was no where to be found in my recipe box…and you know that sinking feeling you get in your gut when you’ve lost something important or maybe broken something that was worth money or was an heirloom? That was the feeling that crept up into my belly and made me feel sick. As it turns out, I did find the recipe hiding in one of my recipe binders tucked behind several other recipes, but that was after the fact that I decided to go with the recipe from a very dear cookbook that is close to my heart.
When I got married, nearly 8 years ago, a cookbook was mailed to my apartment, with an address I didn’t recognize. In fact the receipt inside the box didn’t indicate who sent it. So…that person never got a Thank You card. The cookbook was Betty Crocker’s Cookbook, Bridal Edition! My edition is a bit older than the one in this link, but still just as wonderful. It has so many really cool wedding like information. The reason this book is dear to me is because on the receipt, the only thing that was written was, ” Enjoy this book and enjoy the journey of cooking and creating meals together. My only request of you is to pass the cookbook tradition on to other newly married couples. ” I’ve always thought that was such a cool gift idea and it is something that I have managed to do for quite a few weddings or Bridal Shower gifts.
Now, I didn’t take pictures of the process of making these cookies. I was kind of nervous of how they would turn out because my molasses is on the old side and if the cookies failed then I probably wouldn’t of blogged them. But as it turns out, this recipe was not only easy. But the cookies are quite delightful and an interesting change from my grandmother’s cookies. Josh and the girls are really enjoying munching on them and even days later, they still remain soft, though they are a bit dense. Even my parents who came over the other day couldn’t stop eating them. In fact, they made quite the little dent in my cookies, lol!
I think it’s safe to say, that though these cookies are very different from my grandmother’s, different isn’t always worse. Just different and even surprisingly delicious :)