I like to think cookies were an accident of culinary evolution. Some Middle Ages chef spilled some grainy flour on the cutting board, tried to wipe it away with some butter on his hand, got distracted, gave a hunk of sugar to a kid underfoot to get him to go away for awhile…then licked his hand and thought, “Hey….”. This time of year especially, how many memorable conversations start over a bowl of dough? Roll it between your hand this way, see? Now take a little more flour on your hands, like that, yeah. O.K.; shall we do another batch? Cream the butter just like I did. See why we left it out for awhile? Half with walnuts, half plain? So, who do you like best in your class now? Really…you used to say she was yucky….
Years later, taste, smell and memory will coalesce like a dough taking shape. Innocent little cakes, sweet or tangy or fruity or chocolatey. It’s all good. For now, it’s all about the time together, buttery floury hands, and waiting for them to cool enough to try. Joy to our worlds. — Adam Barr