It’s a Saturday.
That means your Nana will be making cookies. For YEARS, she has prepared homemade chocolate chip and snickerdoodle cookies to take to Central Farmers Supply on Saturday mornings. Their customers know they can expect a tasty snack along with the great service at Nana and Papa’s store. I actually met someone a couple years ago when we were in KY visiting who said, “Oh! You’re David and Evelyn’s daughter-in-law. I know who you are now. She makes the cookies every Saturday!”
Nana makes two more weekly batches to take to church on Sunday mornings. On the way to Sunday School, everyone grabs a cookie or two. The cookies are quite a gift.
As is your Nana.
When I recently watched her make cookies, she told me it is VERY important to get Gold Medal flour. It’s good “cookie” flour according to Nana. I made a batch of cookies after she told me this. When I saw that I didn’t have Gold Medal flour, I decided to make them anyway without going to the store.
Mistake. Sure enough. Nana was right. They spread out and were very thin and had a less-than-appealing texture.
Lesson for us all. Listen to your grandmother. Or your mother-in-law. Or whoever has been doing something so long that they know just how it’s done.
With that in mind, this is how chocolate chip cookies are done:
Measure and add 3/4 cup packed brown sugar.
Measure and add 3/4 cup white sugar.
Add 2 eggs.
Mix with electric mixer.
In separate bowl, measure
1 teaspoon baking soda,
1 teaspoon salt, and
and a 12-0z. package chocolate chips.
Add all of this to the mixing bowl and mix until blended.
Share cookie dough with a cousin or anyone who asks. Nana is always generous with the cookie dough.
Form dough into balls and
place on an ungreased cookie sheet.
Bake at 375 degrees for 7-9 minutes or until
they look like this.
Place them on a cooling rack and continue until you have baked all the dough.
Serve them up on a platter and share with hungry friends.
If you get the chance, make cookies with your Nana and listen to her stories and advice. Here are the nuggets from the day I watched her make cookies.
Y’all were going bowling later the day we were there, and one of you asked Nana to go with you. She said, “Oh, I don’t bowl. The last time I did that, the ball went the wrong way. It ended up going out the door and hit someone and then rolled down the street.”
Her advice that day is wise indeed: “The less you say, the less you have to take back.”
I love you,