Here’s the poem in a hundred-year-old cookbook at the beginning of the Cookies and Small Cakes chapter. Enjoy!
Hundred-Year-Old Poem About First Attempt at Making Cookies
Here’s the poem in a hundred-year-old cookbook at the beginning of the Cookies and Small Cakes chapter. Enjoy!
My husband apparently did that many years ago, before he met me. He still dines out on it …
It fun how some family stories are remembered and repeated many times over the years.
Yes. The older they get, the more they’re wheeled out …
How cute!
I’m glad you liked it. I also thought that it was cute.
I did that once, too! But they looked like those “lacy” cookies from years back, and it was just the one dozen, because I saw the bowl with the measured flour and stirred it in for the remaining batch. That one dozen wasn’t bad and the kids got a kick out of it! Hubby wouldn’t try them.
What a fun story! It’s interesting that the cookies without the flour were similar to those old-time “lacy” cookies.
Hilarious!
Agree 🙂
Too funny Sheryl! Thanks for the chuckle!
🙂 I’m glad you enjoyed it.
Hehe! I can relate – there are still murmurings about the time I omitted the sugar from my pumpkin pie. With a dab of ice cream it was still delicious… But forgetting the flour in the cookies would spell disaster!
I can relate to the time you forgot to put sugar in your pumpking pie. I did that once (unfortately I didn’t think of topping with ice cream) – and heard about it for a long time afterwards.
That poem is so cute – no matter how careful we think we are going things can be missed. Guilty of forgetting the sugar in a blueberry coffee cake once.
Oh dear – it’s so easy to miss an ingredient.