Handwritten on the back page of this cookbook is the family recipe, with the title "Rocks" inside quotation marks. It's in my grandmother's handwriting. I can see her write it. I can sense the warmth of the kitchen at the big house. I can see my mother and my cousin cutting the fruit for the batter. Pecans need chopping and I'm up for that.
Rocks in the Raw |
Wal-Mart, however, can ruin a full batch of Rocks. The major retailer sells pre-cut candied fruit in large tubs. I bought some, as I have done in previous years. Trouble is, the fruit was dry and old. I discovered this fact when as I tasted a cookie, fresh from the oven. I had not taste-tested prior to dumping the entire tub into the batter. What a big mistake. The fruit was like...pebbles...ah, rocks.
About to rid the house of the contents of a large cookie tin of Rocks after sampling cookies from random batches to prove that all the fruit was bad, I was stopped at the trash can by a hand. Marvin said, "Don't throw them out. They are not that bad; we just have to be careful not to crack a tooth! You know I'll eat anything you cook and call it delicious. So will your boys."
"But," I said, "I can't serve these to the general public! And I won't serve them to Santa!"
Cookies for Santa (Gordon Family's Rocks) |
Christmas Day may march forward. Santa can fill his sleigh and head our way knowing that the little plate "Cookies for Santa" will have those few special cookies: Rocks in the old-time Gordon Tradition!,
You should have delivered a plate of that first batch to the manager of that Walmart store! I'm glad the second batch turned out. Also, what a sweet husband!
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