When my brother and I were kids, Grandma used to make butter cookies. Lately I've been having a craving for them as I do from time to time. I decided to whip up a batch after work today. I'm not sure why I'm bothering because no matter how many times I try, I can't get my cookies to taste quite like hers. I have her recipe and it's very basic. I consider myself a fair cook so you'd think this would be easy, right?
I've tried numerous times over the years. I've tried different brands of butter and flour. Different pans, etc. It's not like anything is "wrong" with my cookies, they just aren't quite her cookies.
My Mother has tried to make them as well with the same results. Good cookies but not like Grandma's. Finally we resigned ourselves to the fact that without Grandma here to stick her fingers in the dough, the cookies are just never going to be the same. Still, every time I make them, I feel a little twinge of hope.
I've been letting the cookies cool as I write this blog. It's time for the taste test.
As expected, not bad but not the same.
I sure miss my Grandma (and not just for her cookies). I wonder if she could bake me a batch when I get to Heaven.