When I was newly married (19!), my then-husband and I moved to a farm between Binghamton and Ithaca, New York. His job was being a farmhand. Mine was reading, watching the only television station available (whatever was playing—whether competitive bowling or
You seem like the hero of the story to me. These farm wives were clearly drowning in sugar cookies ruined by a metric ton of royal icing and you threw them a delicious life raft.
i'm sure i would. they seem like traditional florentines and i love those. there's a bakery in arlington that used to sell florentines to S&S deli and I was addicted to them.
I have been making Randy’s lace cookies for about 30 years. They are requested by many and just yesterday my daughter in law requested that I make them when we come for Christmas. Much better than decorated sugar cookies.
I love this story, and I also love French lace cookies--always have and never knew they were so relatively easy to make! But I don't get what you mean by "if talented" (which lets me out anyway, but I'm curious) roll them while still warm and dip... what? roll them into a ball? how would that still be a lace cookie? Wouldn't it be a tooth cracking stone coated in chocolate that you'd suck off (I concede, that's good!) and then treating the cookie like a hard candy to avoid expensive dental work? (It's a serious question, Randy!!) And happy, happy Hanukkah to your and your family.
You cracked me up, Lynne! The cookies, when cold, are crunchy (but not hard!) and thin. You can only roll them (into a vague cylinder) when they are still warm and malleable. But not a big deal and barely worth the work of rolling. :)
A sad and funny tale. I do love Florentines, and yours look yummy. The suburban area I lived in during high school was solidly Republican, waspy, with a recent Jewish influx from Philly. Our guidance counselor, Evelyn Winn Brehm (I could not make up such a name), would have several of us occasionally for breakfast, and served creamed chip beef on toast, aka sh..t on shingles, which I still like. When I made this known to Helene she feared she had married someone from Appalachia.
You seem like the hero of the story to me. These farm wives were clearly drowning in sugar cookies ruined by a metric ton of royal icing and you threw them a delicious life raft.
Oh, I love that POV! xx
You, of all people, Married Old McDonald?
Pretty funny!! My ex was enthralled at the idea of working as a farm hand. And we lived in a trailer. Don't ask!
i'm sure i would. they seem like traditional florentines and i love those. there's a bakery in arlington that used to sell florentines to S&S deli and I was addicted to them.
actually, they're not at all hard to make!
i like the look of your cookies.
And you'd love the taste!
I have been making Randy’s lace cookies for about 30 years. They are requested by many and just yesterday my daughter in law requested that I make them when we come for Christmas. Much better than decorated sugar cookies.
I love French Lace cookies! (I bet some of those farm ladies secretly thought they were delicious)
I should hunt them down and give them the recipes! xx
I love this story, and I also love French lace cookies--always have and never knew they were so relatively easy to make! But I don't get what you mean by "if talented" (which lets me out anyway, but I'm curious) roll them while still warm and dip... what? roll them into a ball? how would that still be a lace cookie? Wouldn't it be a tooth cracking stone coated in chocolate that you'd suck off (I concede, that's good!) and then treating the cookie like a hard candy to avoid expensive dental work? (It's a serious question, Randy!!) And happy, happy Hanukkah to your and your family.
You cracked me up, Lynne! The cookies, when cold, are crunchy (but not hard!) and thin. You can only roll them (into a vague cylinder) when they are still warm and malleable. But not a big deal and barely worth the work of rolling. :)
A sad and funny tale. I do love Florentines, and yours look yummy. The suburban area I lived in during high school was solidly Republican, waspy, with a recent Jewish influx from Philly. Our guidance counselor, Evelyn Winn Brehm (I could not make up such a name), would have several of us occasionally for breakfast, and served creamed chip beef on toast, aka sh..t on shingles, which I still like. When I made this known to Helene she feared she had married someone from Appalachia.
I understand, as I fell in love with Chicken A'La King (similar, but chicken not beef) cause a friend's mother made it. :) xx