E asked me to make some cookies today, and instead of falling back on the old faithful Chocolate Chip or Ginger cookies I looked through my family cookbook for something a little different. I came across the recipe for “Grandpa’s Favourite Cookies” aka melt in your mouth, brown sugary oatmeal cookie goodness. These are cookies that you will never forget if you had one of the originals made by Grandpa, and I thought I’d at least try to pass that tasty goodness on to E.
My cookies never quite turn out like I remember them, and I’m sure that Grandpa had some secret ingredient that he didn’t share with anyone but they taste just enough like Grandpa’s to remind me of all the great things that I miss about a man that was a huge role model in my life and that is more the point than the cookies themselves. Today however despite using wholewheat flour instead of cake and pastry flour, and steel cut porridge cereal with barley, wheat bran and flax seed instead of just plain old oats my cookies turned out more like Grandpa’s then ever before. Who knew.
I LOVE these cookies. I remember them always being around in my my Grandma and Grandpa Wright’s house growing up. I seem to also remember that is was often Grandpa that made them. I think more than the cookies (although when Grandpa used to make them they really were to die for) the memory of Grandpa is the best part of these cookies. He’s been gone for a long time but these cookies remind me of him like he’s standing next to me and up to his regular mischief.
My Grandparents (on both sides) were a huge part of my life growing up, and while both of my Grandfather’s have been gone for a while now my Grandma’s are still alive and well and I am so blessed to have them in my life and to get to see them interact with E now. I can still see my Grandpa coming out of the back of his van camper with a round blue cookie tin to offer my brother and I a cookie while away on a family camping trip. I remember the mischeivious twinkle in his eye when he would sneak us cookies on visits to his house after school – particularly right before family dinner on Tuesday nights. And I remember him eating just as many – if not more – cookies than my cousins and I combined while “sneaking” cookies. I remember that he listened – truly listened to your heart when you spoke to him, he cared. I remember him always being up for fun. I remember building huge sand castles with him and swimming at the beach when we would go camping with them. He told the best stories around the campfire about all the trouble he got himself into growing up on his family’s farm. I wish that those stories were written in a book now so that I could share them with E!
All that said, the cookies turned out great, E loved them, and I hope that when I make these from time to time I can share with her the stories about her Great Grandpa as we enjoy some good cookies!