I’ve previously mentioned how I like Joanna Fluke’s Hannah Swenson books. I’m rereading some of the books in the series. As I was reading Key Lime Murder, she included this recipe. I was instantly intrigued. I’ve made other oatmeal cookies that included chocolate chips and M&M’s. This year I wanted something simple. This cookie fit the bill!!!
Stars of the recipe:
1 c. butter (2 sticks)
3/4 c. white sugar (granulated)
1 tsp. baking soda
1 c. unsifted flour (all-purpose or white whole wheat)
2 c. oatmeal (I used old-fashioned oatmeal. I love that texture.)
1 egg yolk
Pre-heat the oven to 350 degrees.
Melt the butter in a microwave safe bowl on high for 1 1/2 minutes.
Let the butter cool to room temperature.
Mix in the white sugar.
Add the baking soda, flour, and oatmeal. Stir thoroughly.
In a small bowl, beat the egg yolk with a fork until it’s thoroughly mixed.
Add the yolk to the bowl and stir until it’s incorporated.
Grease or spray with cooking spray cookie sheet.
Make small balls of dough and place them on the cookie sheet, 12 to a sheet.
Press them down with a fork in a crisscross pattern.
Bake at 350 degrees for 10 to 12 minutes.
Let cool for 1 or 2 minutes before transferring them to a wire rack.
Every year I bake and create Christmas goodies. My grandma used to do the same thing and then share with family and friends. I have her bench she used to pile the containers onto and the Kitchen aid mixer she used to whip up the batches of delicious cookies. Once I was an adult living in a place where I could bake, I started the tradition. I have my tied and true cookies I bake every year and then I try new recipes.
Four years ago, I lost my grandma on Christmas Eve. For five days before her death, my family sat by her bedside. When I couldn’t be there, I baked and created in my kitchen as a way to keep my mind off of losing her. I then brought the goodies with me when I was at the nursing home. The family shared the treats. It was a wonderful way to honor her.
On Christmas Eve of 2008, after everyone had left the nursing home when God welcomed her home. I was at the Christmas Eve service when I got the call that she had died. I remember breaking down into tears. Grandma so loved Christmas that she took her last breath the night before Jesus’ birth.
Another tradition we hold dear is baking a cake, cupcakes, or brownies to celebrate Jesus’ birth. We sing “Happy Birthday” to him as a way to remember him. The tradition started when the Imaginative One was a baby and has continued ever since. However I was introduced to the concept almost 20 years ago. I had worked at McDonald’s as a college student and was trained to host birthday parties. One party I hosted was a birthday party for Jesus. It was held during the holiday season and stuck with me.
The Wee One and I were baking snickerdoodles right before Thanksgiving. His words were that it smelled like Christmas. His memories of Christmas are going to include the smell of cinnamon.