When I was a kid in the eighties, this blue tin of little butter cookies was a staple in my paternal grandparents’ home.
My grandma was an amazing cook. She was an old fashioned Appalachian cook who was always prepared to throw together a great meal with homemade noodles, potatoes and fried meat of some kind. She made delicious pies and cakes including a Mandarin Orange Cake that I attempt to recreate every Easter.
For all her amazing qualities in the kitchen, cookies weren’t her thing. She tried but they were just never that good. Isn’t that funny? She could can a garden full of vegetables and make homemade pie crust with her eyes closed but couldn’t pull off a decent sugar cookie.
She mostly filled the cookie jar on her vinyl tablecloth clad table with store bought cookies and there was frequently a tin of these little butter cookies on hand too.
I hadn’t thought about them in years but was recently transported back to that old kitchen with the African violets in the window and a jar full of bacon grease on the stove. That’s because I found small tins of these cookies at the Dollar Tree. This package is about a fourth the size that she always bought but it was the perfect amount of cookies to make me smile.
Honestly, they aren’t that good but I enjoyed dunking them in a mug of hot chocolate. My grandpa always dunked his cookies in cup of coffee and now I understand that they taste a little better with the extra punch of flavor.
I feel no need to run out and buy more but, golly, I did enjoy this batch. And now I have the tin to remind me of those happy days!
Is so interesting how a simple object can mean so much to us, based on the memories it evokes. She clearly couldn’t make good cookies despite her other culinary talents. Hope you are having a great day 🙂
Yes! It’s nice when those memories pop up when we least expect them.
Isn’t it funny the memories that can be evoked by such simple things?
Sometimes those are the best memories. And to think it just cost me $1.25!