Soft Molasses Cookies

Return to Pooh Corner by Kenny Loggins
Today's recipe takes me back to my children's childhood - so I needed a song to reflect that time of our life.  This CD played on an endless loop in the house as well as on the road.  It made everyone happy - especially in the car.  Although it is a children's album, it appeals to all listener's.  For years it was my gift of choice for baby showers as I was eager for others to experience it's soulful and calming charm.  Call it the "Child Whisperer," if you will.  It was hard for me to settle on one particular song from the collection, but in the end I've decided to go with the title track - mostly, to be honest, because of the recorded child's giggle at the 2:18 mark.  Who can resist a giggling child?!  And that's Amy Grant making a contribution on one of the verses and harmony.  I'd say to just get the whole album, have a listen, and just try to be grumpy.  It's impossible!  All is well in the world at Pooh Corner!  And in my kitchen at the moment ~

My children used to get a kid's magazine in the mail.  It was filled with fun stories, quick crafts, and, often, a recipe.  For the most part, the recipes were elementary things like peanut butter and jelly sandwiches or chocolate milk.  But, now and then, they had something that caught my eye.

I'm not certain, but I think that this recipe came from that magazine.  You see, I copied it off, by hand - and then have recopied it several times, by hand, and, over the years, I just can't remember for sure how it landed in my recipe box.  Let's just say I'm glad it did!  And you will be, too!

The molasses cookies in my life, up to the point of finding this recipe, had been the hard kind - crispy - a bit harsh in flavor.  The molasses would bowl you right over with it's strappy flavor.  Nothing like a mouth full of sulphur, right?  But these cookies are soft!  And the molasses, while prevalent, is luxuriously alluring - almost like chocolate.

Cranberry Orange Scones

Gotta Have You by The Weepies

So there I was, enjoying an episode of One Tree Hill, when a song starts playing and I am captivated!  Well, more like, OBSESSED!  Who IS this?!  I didn't rest until I tracked it down (thank you, internet!) and stepped into the world of The Weepies - a very happy day for me!  I discovered a treasure trove of songs that I knew I HAD to have in my life RIGHT NOW!  Since then, I've recognized their songs in the backgrounds of all sorts of other TV shows, movies, and commercials.  They are also often playing in the background of my daily life - like Gotta Have You.  Whenever I come across something that is highly desirable, this song starts playing.  When I pulled these scones from the oven, it was what was playing in my head - as I did a little happy dance, of course!

It was time for another flavor of scone.  I could feel it in my bones.  I'm a scone-loving fool anymore.  But when the texture and flavor are perfect, it's hard not to be!

A flavor profile that is plentiful right now is cranberries and orange.  They love each other's company and I enjoy hanging out with them when they are together!  Most people have cranberries hanging around the house in some shape or form after Thanksgiving.  I'd be willing to bet, though, that the most popular form is the dried cranberry popularly known as a Craisin.  These little snacks have catapulted cranberries from the "No, thank you, Grandma" category into the "Yes, please!  And what else can I throw these into" category.  They are yummy as is or do wonders as an add-in for salads, side dishes, and desserts.  No pantry should be without them!

Happy Thanksgiving!!

Happy Thanksgiving ~ from my fork to yours!  Wishing you a blessed holiday!  See you next Monday with more music and recipes!

Apple Walnut Salad

(You Make Me Feel Like A) Natural Woman by Carole King

So what IS a natural woman anyway?  Does it involve a way of life?  Does it embody a point of view? Are we embracing a particular stage of life here or are all stages eligible?  Are natural women sans silicone or artificial joints or must they be as they were on the day they were born?  I was on my way to making this favorite holiday salad and I ran into a women's issue.  Read on ~

So, last post I was raving about my Dad's stuffing and how he was Commander-In-Chief in the kitchen on Thanksgiving Day.  Today I'd like to give my mother her fair share of kudos for creating some of those wonderful dishes that graced our feasting table as well.  

I can't remember a single Thanksgiving growing up that didn't have a Waldorf Salad on the table.  I remember my approach to eating the salad - I would eat each ingredient one at a time.  For instance, I'd pick out all the apple pieces and eat them and then I'd move on to the celery, then the raisins, and then, if I was feeling like it, I'd eat the walnuts.  And those are pretty much the ingredients that make up the salad.  It's mixed with a mayonnaise-based dressing and you have a tasty dish with tarts, sweets, and texture.  Every bite is satisfaction!

Roasted Chestnut and Apple Stuffing

Grandpa (Tell Me 'Bout the Good Old Days) by The Judds
I probably spend more time reminiscing at Thanksgiving time than any other time of the year - Christmas included.  It is crammed full of memories of my father.  The images of him in his apron at the stove - bustling around the kitchen, always quick with a corny joke, teasing my mom.  I loved being in the kitchen with him.  Oh dear - the tears are flowing already.  It's gonna be one of those posts today.  This song by The Judds has always pulled at my heartstrings as well.  It's purpose is one of reflection - and hopefully, by reflecting, we can glean some insight as to how to bring those very good parts of the not-so-long-ago back to the present.  I can do it by closing my eyes - or making the stuffing on Thanksgiving Day!

My father was not one of those guys who expected dinner on the table when he got home from work - although it usually was.  He would frequently get home, take off his suit coat, roll up his sleeves, grab an apron, and help finish up what needed finishing.  I thought all dads did this.

Although he did help a great deal with meals, still, I considered the kitchen my mother's domain.  Except on Thanksgiving Day!