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Useful Knowledge for the Season - #2
Dec. 16th, 2009 01:39 pmThese are my people:
http://www.nytimes.com/2009/12/16/dining/16cookies.html?em
Really. Pittsburgh is not far from my hometown of Cumberland, MD. I don't particularly recall cookie tables at weddings... I recall cookie tables at every event. I remember St. Paul's Lutheran Church when they held an after-service reception for a retiring pastor. Everyone apologized to me (the Daughter Visiting From Chicago) because it wasn't going to be a big spread like the potluck dinners, just punch and cookies. Now, picture a gymnasium. There is a 4-foot wide table running from under one basketball net to the mid-court line. There are a few punch bowls on this table, and some stacks of plates and cups. Every remaining square inch is covered with cookies. Tiered serving racks 3, 4 and 5 levels high. Your only clue as to the color of the tablecloth is to look at the sides hanging down because you cannot see the top of the table. Every shape, color and ingredient you can imagine in a cookie is here. Busy ladies replenish the platters with more cookies as others are taken away. And as you graze down this table, people keep apologizing because it's nothing much.
With this as my cultural heritage, I fall pathetically, miserably short but do my best. Here is a recipe for last night's experiment. My son proclaims these are ready to publish. Since "Oatmeal Cinnamon Orange Chocolate Chip Cookies Using Canola Oil Instead of Butter So You Can Eat More" is far too many adjectives, I will name these after a blended tea and call them "Chocolate Comments." Or, since![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
e_m_b insists on calling the tea "Constant Complaint" perhaps these are "Chocolate Complaints."
( Beta test... )
http://www.nytimes.com/2009/12/16/dining/16cookies.html?em
Really. Pittsburgh is not far from my hometown of Cumberland, MD. I don't particularly recall cookie tables at weddings... I recall cookie tables at every event. I remember St. Paul's Lutheran Church when they held an after-service reception for a retiring pastor. Everyone apologized to me (the Daughter Visiting From Chicago) because it wasn't going to be a big spread like the potluck dinners, just punch and cookies. Now, picture a gymnasium. There is a 4-foot wide table running from under one basketball net to the mid-court line. There are a few punch bowls on this table, and some stacks of plates and cups. Every remaining square inch is covered with cookies. Tiered serving racks 3, 4 and 5 levels high. Your only clue as to the color of the tablecloth is to look at the sides hanging down because you cannot see the top of the table. Every shape, color and ingredient you can imagine in a cookie is here. Busy ladies replenish the platters with more cookies as others are taken away. And as you graze down this table, people keep apologizing because it's nothing much.
With this as my cultural heritage, I fall pathetically, miserably short but do my best. Here is a recipe for last night's experiment. My son proclaims these are ready to publish. Since "Oatmeal Cinnamon Orange Chocolate Chip Cookies Using Canola Oil Instead of Butter So You Can Eat More" is far too many adjectives, I will name these after a blended tea and call them "Chocolate Comments." Or, since
e_m_b insists on calling the tea "Constant Complaint" perhaps these are "Chocolate Complaints." ( Beta test... )
