There is a tradition in our family, as there is in most families, regarding the baking of very special cookies. Our oldest daughter, with the help of our youngest, make these cookies every year just before Christmas. The recipes for these cookies came from my husband’s mother and there is a unique history about where and how they came about.
There are three different types of these cookie and I must tell you people stand in line hoping they will be a part of the lucky few who will get them for Christmas. Yes, they are that good. One in particular is extremely rare. With the other two there are variations of one type of the other but this one cookie I’ve never tasted anything that comes anywhere close to it. There are recipes for these cookies on the internet but everyone I’ve read, well, it ain’t right.
These delectable little bites of pure heaven come out fill with nothing but air that explodes with a lovely nutty taste in your mouth that almost makes your knees buckle. Now I don’t mean they actually exploded but when you bit into one the taste is so fabulous that there is no other way to put it. But the key word here is explode.
While these two lovely daughters were baking these much looked forward to delights they did explode, in the oven. No, there is nothing in them that should have caused this and to my knowledge, or my husband’s, this has never happened before. I wasn’t there when they were baking them but believe me, I heard all about it when I got to our oldest daughter’s house for the children’s cookie backing circus. I was shown where some of the little bites of delight’s filling, which usually just evaporates into the inside of the cookie and is absorbed by the inner cookie, went shooting out the ends. Others actually exploded, ending up looking like the chest of one of the characters from the movie Aliens after one of the little monsters blasted onto the scene. I’m sorry but I do find this funny. When it comes to making these cookies it’s almost a religious endeavor and to have anything go wrong is sacrilege. The cookies still taste great but some have lost their traditional appearance.
These cookies are not something you can whip together in a few hours, or even a day. It takes at least two days to make these things. These two girls work their bottoms off every year to make these cookies and present them proudly to each and every person who is fortunate enough to receive even a few of them. Our poor girls are now worried that the people who will, if they do share them this year, will find them lacking. To these two wonderful young women I say go ahead and give them out. I promise you most people aren’t going to care what they look like this year. All they are going to be concerned about is how great they taste, and they do, and be more than happy they received them.