Showing posts with label Memories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Memories. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Cookies Anyone

As a child, two of my favorite cookies were my mother's "Dad's Cookies" and my grandmother's "Soft Molasses Cookies". While I have made my mother's cookie recipe numerous times over the years with great success, I could never turn out a molasses cookie to measure up to my memory Grammie Wile's Soft Molasses Cookies. I think I am missing an important ingredient
...the wood stove!

My mother's recipe:

 

...but not my mother's Dad's Cookie!

 

Expanding waistlines have necessitated some revisions to the basic recipe...we could just resist eating cookies period, but what's the fun in that...so I made some changes to cut down a little on the fat and sugar, making them a little healthier. 

Dad's Cookies
1/4 c. butter or margarine
1/4 c. applesauce
1 c. brown sugar 
1 c. sugar replacement (I used Compliments) ***
2 eggs
1 tsp. vanilla
2 c. flour
1\2 tsp. salt
1\2 tsp. baking soda
1 tsp. baking powder
1 c. coconut
2 c. rolled oats (I used the old fashion kind)
2 Tbsp.ground flax seed
1/2 c. dried cranberries

Preheat oven to 375 degrees.
Cream the butter, brown sugar, and sugar replacement. Add eggs, apple sauce and vanilla and mix together. In a separate bowl, mix all the dry ingredients together. Stir the dry ingredients into the wet and mix until combined. Roll dough into balls, place on a cookie sheet and flatten balls with a fork dipped in milk. Or...you can be lazy like me and just drop the dough from a spoon onto the cookie sheet and press down with a fork.  Bake for 12 minutes or until slightly browned. Remove from cookie sheet a cool onto a rack.

*** You are supposed to be able to replace sugar measure for measure using this product but don't. I find it leaves an after taste but using it to replace half the sugar called for in a recipe works fine.





Thursday, May 8, 2014

Dad and Goliath

Paul Merril Hiltz
Nov. 28th, 1926 - May 8th, 1997 

My dad was many things, 
and while he was not always the father
he could have been,
 he had a kind and loving heart, 
a keen and witty mind, 
and 
an uncanny ability to tell a great story.
 

Dad and Goliath

A slingshot,
my father's constant companion,
lovingly whittled from forked branch,
traveled in his pocket
from youth throughout manhood.
...a witness to his life,
the loss of an eye,
a brother-in-law's death
delivered by my father's hand,
and rejection by army recruiters
who had no use
for a one eyed soldier.
 Carried in his pocket
during vows softly spoken,
the birth of eight children,
at bootlegger's 
and Legion Halls,
and on the job,
one night in Cape Breton,
in a boarding house room
cold enough to freeze
 piss in a bucket.
Men hastily stripped down to 
long-johned bodies
rushed under blankets of wool,
only to realize
no one had turned out the light!
None brave enough to venture
back out into the cold,
my one eyed father
 faced Goliath that night.
With a button ripped from his chest
he loaded up his sling...
and eye to glowing eye
took aim...
and
"PING"
turned out the light.