I spent a lot of time with my Grandma when I was younger. Look at us. Cute, huh? Just a side note: when I wore that denim outfit and put on a pair of my dad’s long, black socks, I thought I turned into a horse. Just letting you know what you’re getting into if you visit here on a regular basis.
My second grade year, I was saddled with the meanest teacher on the face of the earth. Not only did this woman act like a witch, but she looked like one too. I know this is all very un-Christian of me to say. This teacher caused me such anxiety, that most days I ended up getting sick while walking into school. Yes, just thinking about this lady made me sick to my stomach. It was a miserable time. The upside was that as I took the walk back to my mom’s green Pinto, I knew that I was going to get to go to Grandma’s.
Grandma would sit me on the tall stool in the kitchen and I’d watch her cook. She would make me green jello and I would get to drink it warm. Doesn’t that sound strange? Back then that green jello “drink” was the perfect antidote to my queasy tummy and guilty feelings of missing school.
Usually, when people ask me where I got my love of cooking, I say it came from Grandma. She seemed to enjoy being in the kitchen, creating simple, yet hearty and nutritious meals for my Grandpa, the farmer, and my brother and I, or anyone else who happened to be there. I saw her take great joy and pride in her cooking. It didn’t seem to be a chore to her at all.
I was still fairly young when she started giving me cookbooks as gifts. She bought me a Taste of Home subscription that I pored over when I was single and living in my little apartment. I would dog-ear half the pages, even with no one for whom to cook those foods.
One of the cookbooks Grandma gave me included a recipe for chewy molasses cookies. I don’t know that I had ever eaten a molasses cookie before I made that recipe, but they instantly became my very favorite cookies in the whole wide world. I could eat eight of them at once. Probably more. I took them everywhere I was asked to take a dessert and EVERYONE, I mean EVERYONE loved them and asked for the recipe.
Well, I’ve tweaked that recipe over the years, and when it came time to make gingerbread cookies with my kids, I knew I had to start with that molasses cookie recipe. Sure enough, they came out great and again, they were favorites everywhere they went. I hope that doesn’t sound arrogant, but it’s the cookies that are good, not me. Was that enough humility to balance all the boasting?
Re-creating this to be acceptable for a paleo diet was a must do, but I figured they would not even come close to the originals. Well, surprise! They are just as good, maybe even better.
See how cute they are all dressed up in their holiday best? They do look a little like they’re standing in a police lineup in this picture though!
Please make these cookies. Your family will love you. You will be so proud of yourself. People will cheer for you everywhere you go. You’ll be a hero. Go bake these cookies and be the Christmas cookie hero you were meant to be.