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mizarchivistMy mom's family have always made what I've recently been calling "death cookies"-
1 lb. butter
2 lb flour
[EDIT: 11 not] 13 eggs (5 hard boiled yolks, 3 raw yolks, 3 whole raw). Keep some white for finishing.
2 c. sugar
2 tsp baking powder
1/2 tsp salt
1 lemon rind/zest
Once these ingredients are mixed to a dough-like consistancy and chilled, roll out and use cookie cutters. Brush the surfaces with egg wash. Top with crushed walnuts or dense fruit preserve- I've found rasberry butter to be ideal.
I had not realized exactly how critical the egg wash is. I beat it up merange-like for the walnuts so they have a bit of purchase.
So, these lemony, butter fiends are the most comforting, yummy things that bring me back to being an ankle biter at Grandma's. My cousins from the West Coast would be in for the week, and I'd have the bitter-sweet joy of their sometimes torturous company. (I being an only child was really not well-versed in the way of teasing, so in the end would be driven to tears by Jean-Guy being the older brother I never wanted. I've come a long way. And just because JG teased the hell out of me did not lessen the fact he was always my favorite cousin. Hm. Take that, Freud!)
There would be many games of sardines in the cavernous depths of Grandma's house, a huge feast, amazing presents and happily from my imperfect memory, no fighting or ugliness.
If we were lucky, there'd be some thick snow worthy of sledding.
My Uncle Mike would read A Child's Christmas in Wales, which as a theater guy he did with great style. And always more cookies. These are the best cookies I've made yet.
Now that both my mom's parents are dead, the old house sold, and I've moved away, I don't feel like Christmas will ever have the same untainted and innocent joy. Yay, growing up. Or something. I am exceptionally grateful that I had so many happy ones, that my parents are both very healthy and glad of my company, that my new and chosen family is as loving and much larger than I had expected when I was young(er).
M and I will be headed to NY to see my Aunt, her family, and my folks. Apparently, I'm the only one who as made these cookies, so I will be doubly welcome, I am sure.
Love to you all. We all have one thing to be very glad of: The dark is receeding. I hope you are all well (or will be soon), that you find reasons to be happy, and get to spend time with chosen and/or blood family.
1 lb. butter
2 lb flour
[EDIT: 11 not] 13 eggs (5 hard boiled yolks, 3 raw yolks, 3 whole raw). Keep some white for finishing.
2 c. sugar
2 tsp baking powder
1/2 tsp salt
1 lemon rind/zest
Once these ingredients are mixed to a dough-like consistancy and chilled, roll out and use cookie cutters. Brush the surfaces with egg wash. Top with crushed walnuts or dense fruit preserve- I've found rasberry butter to be ideal.
I had not realized exactly how critical the egg wash is. I beat it up merange-like for the walnuts so they have a bit of purchase.
So, these lemony, butter fiends are the most comforting, yummy things that bring me back to being an ankle biter at Grandma's. My cousins from the West Coast would be in for the week, and I'd have the bitter-sweet joy of their sometimes torturous company. (I being an only child was really not well-versed in the way of teasing, so in the end would be driven to tears by Jean-Guy being the older brother I never wanted. I've come a long way. And just because JG teased the hell out of me did not lessen the fact he was always my favorite cousin. Hm. Take that, Freud!)
There would be many games of sardines in the cavernous depths of Grandma's house, a huge feast, amazing presents and happily from my imperfect memory, no fighting or ugliness.
If we were lucky, there'd be some thick snow worthy of sledding.
My Uncle Mike would read A Child's Christmas in Wales, which as a theater guy he did with great style. And always more cookies. These are the best cookies I've made yet.
Now that both my mom's parents are dead, the old house sold, and I've moved away, I don't feel like Christmas will ever have the same untainted and innocent joy. Yay, growing up. Or something. I am exceptionally grateful that I had so many happy ones, that my parents are both very healthy and glad of my company, that my new and chosen family is as loving and much larger than I had expected when I was young(er).
M and I will be headed to NY to see my Aunt, her family, and my folks. Apparently, I'm the only one who as made these cookies, so I will be doubly welcome, I am sure.
Love to you all. We all have one thing to be very glad of: The dark is receeding. I hope you are all well (or will be soon), that you find reasons to be happy, and get to spend time with chosen and/or blood family.
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Anyway, yes. one must crrrrrush the boiled egg yolks. If possible, it adds to the denseness that is this cookie.
Thanks JB for correcting my mathematical blunder.
It's now 1:42 by my computer's clock and I'm SO not sleepy. Fneh.