There is something quite meaningful when a recipe is shared and given, it truly creates a connection between two hearts, whether the loved ones have been separated by the miles or by death (like Grandma and me), we can think of one another as we create tasty foods.
Like every person that loses a loved one, I wonder, “Can Grandma see me right now?” “Does she know I’m a stay at home mom with seven children?” I would sure love to spend an afternoon with her again and show her the little ones that she didn’t get a chance to meet, Sethie and Sarah Joy.
But, how wonderful, that Sethie and Sarah helped me make HER cookies, yesterday? On a day in which I felt down in the dumps, I found Seth at the mixer, getting ready to make something. I took *the advice*, and even though there was not a fiber in my tired body&soul that wanted to dirty a bowl, or cookie sheets, I pulled out the recipe and got to work.
Ladies, if you’re feeling blue? Get in the kitchen and bake! If you’re anything like me, it will cheer you up as you put your thoughts into a recipe, handle the ingredients, laugh at your babies tasting molasses straight from the jar, and bake something yummy for the children coming home from school.
(Even if you burn the last tray, it’s worth it.)
Thanks, Grandma, for the tried and true recipe. You always seemed to have some yummy baked good for Grandpa, ready for us to share. I love you and can’t wait to see you again someday!
Grandma’s Soft Molasses Cookies
1 cup shortening
1 cup sugar
1 cup molasses
1 egg
(cream these together, then add the following):
4 3/4 cups flour
1/2 tsp. salt
3 tsp. baking soda
2 tsp. ginger
2 tsp. cinnamon
1 tsp. allspice or cloves
3/4 cup sour milk (milk with a little vinegar in it)
Mix well, until smooth. Drop rounded spoonfuls onto greased cookie sheets about 2 inches apart. Bake at 375 until just set (for very soft, chewy cookies) or edges are browned (for more solid, cake-like cookies).
For burned cookies: put your last tray in the oven and then go change a diaper, pick up a mess, and read a book until you smell smoke.
Also yesterday, our baby girl discovered a yellow jacket here in the house on the floor, crawling around so conveniently for nature study. Before I knew what was happening, she was screaming in agony. She had touched the *pretty little buggy* and it stung her terribly! I found the stinger in the tip of her tender middle finger….I pulled it right out and ran her finger under cold water, gave her Motrin, held her, patted her, but it took a while to settle down. Bee stings hurt!
About an hour later, we were outside on the driveway watching the boys play. I happened to look at Sarah, and she was so quietly pitiful, studying her big finger (swollen).
“What’s that over there? This finger feels so strange.”
“It looks strange, too. I’m pretty concerned about it.”
“Maybe I can find something else to do, I don’t know.”
“Ugh. I just can’t get my mind off the pain!”
“Mama, please kiss it! I seem to remember your kisses having magic powers.”
(so that took care of that)……..
…..And this is what the boys were doing:
I know it’s pretty obvious, but just in case you need a clue……(smiles)……they were industriously making valuable money! They have collected bottle caps and they were hammering them flat and thin. (the red ones are worth the most, because there are fewer red ones) Then, Davy was cutting them and folding them into a pie-shape. Why not leave them in circles, you ask? “Because the stuffed animals can’t hold them unless they are folded up!” Oh, yes, why didn’t I think of that myself?
I love busy boys, when they are busy doing something this harmless and precious!
Pictures (taken yesterday) of Seth William, age 2 years and 8 months:
What a boy!
Thank you, dear friends, for stopping by today here at my place in blogland. I hope you try the cookies!
Have a great day,
Love, Shan























































































