The cookie mix looked forlorn by itself on the post-Christmas markdown aisle. It came home and sat in my pantry for a while, then on the kitchen counter for a few days. The strategic time for solo baking is when you know you are about to go somewhere where people will be, so you can take most of them while they’re still warm and get them out of your house.
Mom made dozens and dozens of all sorts of cookies in the weeks of December. This was her cooling method — newspapers instead of racks. Cooled just as well, and soaked up a little bit of the grease, and made a second use of something we already had at hand.
The kitchen table would be covered. Date-nut pinwheels, and hermits, and candy canes, and spritz cookies, and these peanut butter things dipped in chocolate, and others I’m forgetting, mostly out of Betty Crocker’s cookie book. But not gingersnaps.
Until I brought this cookie mix home it never occurred to me that there was any kind of gingersnaps other than storebought. Now, well, that bag was a gateway. I’m evaluating recipes. So of course I turned to the urtext.
Almost all the gingery cookies say to buy a packaged gingerbread mix. But I want to get from-scratchier than that. So a quest begins.
And a question. What cookies do you associate with your mom?