Grits and Purls

Spinning yarns about the grit of life

iStock_000015672284XSmallA few weeks ago, my husband, daughter and I drove to Madison to do some furniture shopping. One of the furniture stores boasted a great play area, complete with books. On top of that, they offer hot, fresh-baked cookies.

“Any chocolate chip cookies?” my daughter asked enthusiastically.

“No, but I think you might really like these soft ginger cookies.” I recommended.

“Umm. They smell great.” She inhaled deeply and picked up a cookie.

“They’re great!”

I walked back to find my husband who was speaking with a salesperson and left my daughter with the plate of cookies. When we returned to the “kitchen” to check on her, she had this sheepish grin on her face and another cookie in her hand.

“How many?” I asked.


Fast forward to this weekend when I mentioned that we needed to go pick up paint color cards at the hardware store for a painting project that my husband and I have planned.

“Are we going to the place with the cookies?” she asked.

“No that’s in Madison. We are going to the local hardware store.”

“Oh, I wanted some more of those ginger cookies. Can’t we go to Madison?”

“All the way to Madison for ginger cookies?”

“We can get paint cards too.” She offered.

“Tell you what, let’s go get the paint color cards at the hardware store. Then maybe we can find a recipe for the ginger cookies and make some ourselves at home.”

We did just that. A quick Google search immediately yielded a recipe for soft ginger cookies. We searched the cabinets, gathering ingredients. We pulled out the Kitchen Aid mixer and the cookie sheets. We softened butter, measured sugar, cracked eggs and waited on molasses to pour from the measuring cup. We even discussed the origin of the phrase “slow as molasses”. That day pretty much everything was slow as molasses, which by the way, isn’t nearly as slow as honey. In less than an hour the house filled with the smells of baking cinnamon and cloves, and soon we had the most delicious, soft ginger cookies.

It was a delightful experience. We mixed together and watched the cookies bake. When they were done and cooled she even delivered one to her Dad for a taste test.

Most of the cookies didn’t make it through the weekend, but that’s okay. We have a wonderful memory of a great time in the kitchen. She now knows what molasses is, and what it means to say that something is “slower than molasses”, and we have a new favorite recipe.

It was nice to have a day together, to spend time creating something from scratch, to try something brand new with my daughter at my side—to discover alongside her.

These are the things that make life truly worthwhile and cold March days, when you are longing for springtime warmth, survivable: warm, soft ginger cookies.

© 2013 Michele Arduengo. All rights reserved.

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