So, today was the day to bake my peanut butter cookies.
I have been baking these cookies all my adult life. I’ve no idea where my mother got the recipe, I’ve never thought about asking her that until this moment, and it’s way too late for that.
My mother had good qualities and bad, though I tend to remember the bad ones. She was smart and educated, which was good. She was not pleasant, which was bad.
When she liked something I did, I got that from her. When she didn’t, I was just like my father.
She never told me I was stupid. She frequently told me I was lazy, and often told me I was fat and not pretty, though she rarely used those words. The message was there, however.
She loved poetry and passed on a love of it to me. She hated cleaning and was perfectly fine living in clutter of unimaginable proportions.
I use some of her recipes and have since I learned to cook, but she never taught me to cook. I taught myself.
On that note, however, here are her peanut butter cookies. They are the best ones I’ve ever had, crunchy and crumbly around the edges, soft and a bit chewy in the center.
Lucye’s Peanut Butter Cookies
1 cup butter
2 cups brown sugar
5 cups flour
1 cup oil
2 cups white sugar
1 tablespoon baking soda
2 cup peanut butter
2 teaspoons baking powder
Mix peanut butter, shortening, sugar and eggs thoroughly. Blend in flour, soda and baking powder. Cover and chill. Heat oven to 375 degrees. Shape dough into 1″ balls. Place 3″ apart on a lightly greased baking sheet. Flatten with a fork dipped in flour. Bake 10-12 minutes, or until set, but not hard. Makes about 6 dozen.
In a maternal sort of vein, I looked through slave drew’s grandmother’s recipe box tonight. Lots of old recipes, written by hand, recipes that call for a small cream or a pound of confectioner’s sugar. What it had, though, that I especially liked, was this little thing tucked in the front.
There were also some dividers I particularly liked, and since I am still fighting a cold and still feel under the weather, I’m going to dazzle you with photos rather than my usual bullshit.