Stirring cookie batter this morning got my mind jogging back to when I was a young girl and I'd watch my mom stir the batter. She'd always let me stir it until it got too hard for me to stir. It was always after the second cup of flour. She'd hand me the yellow bag of chocolate chips and let me pour while she stirred. I always looked forward to this step. After all the cookies were on the baking sheets. She'd let us clean the batter from the bowl.
Stirring the cookie batter this morning I felt her presence next to me. I folded the batter over and over again and I looked at my hand and instead of seeing my hand I saw hers. The cookie recipe I sell at the tea house is my mother's. When people ask for the recipe, I tell them it's my mother's recipe and that there is not a written recipe to share and that I make these cookies slightly differently everyday just going off my memory.
And her ever present guidance.
Stirring the cookie batter this morning I felt her presence next to me. I folded the batter over and over again and I looked at my hand and instead of seeing my hand I saw hers. The cookie recipe I sell at the tea house is my mother's. When people ask for the recipe, I tell them it's my mother's recipe and that there is not a written recipe to share and that I make these cookies slightly differently everyday just going off my memory.
And her ever present guidance.
What a sweet memory, Aimee. It reminds me of making brownies with my mother. I remember as a teen making them by myself for the first time and remembering how hard it had been for me to stir them as a child and how easy it was now that I was an 'adult'.
Posted by: amyhAmyH | May 25, 2008 at 12:24
How lovely to have such a sweet memory become a part of the tea house.
I can almost smell the cookies from here, yummy!
I look forward to trying them out this week - I'm in Paris at last.
Em
Posted by: Emma | May 25, 2008 at 13:58
sweet!
Posted by: that girl | May 25, 2008 at 18:14
i miss your blogging, amy. i am glad you have her with you in those moments.
Posted by: mamie | May 25, 2008 at 19:19
Hi Aimee. I've been lurking for just a bit and this one entry of yours inspired me to say HI. My Dad passed years ago and since then, every time I cook any one of his specialties, I get requests for recipes. I, too, am not able to pass them on since they're by memory and each time, a little different, but always brings a smile to my face.
Posted by: TJ | May 25, 2008 at 20:23
No wonder the cookies are so delicious!
Posted by: The Bold Soul | May 26, 2008 at 10:33
And great cookies they are, too.
Posted by: Bob | May 26, 2008 at 16:00
Beautiful words. I have a soft spot for your Omma posts:(
Posted by: aloha no | May 27, 2008 at 15:39
Lovely memories...your mum would be truly proud of you...
Posted by: anne | May 27, 2008 at 20:21