Soft Ginger Cookies

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Dog Tales, Everyday Life, In the Kitchen, Soft Ginger Cookies

I once thought of these as my cookies.

Not as in … all mine… but more as what comes out of youthful innocence…to keep one unaware of the likes and dislikes of others. I don’t recall Mom making these as she did her Peanut Butter cookies. So who knows but that perhaps it was my passion that fed my sibling’s desire for these cookies.

I became aware of our common feeling about this cookie only last summer, when my sister baked a batch for my brother’s birthday, then ended up keeping half the batch for herself. Recalling the memory of her half and half methodology, I baked a batch of these cookies on her birthday a few days ago, with a plan to keep half — and with a slight refinement of my sister’s formula — give the remaining half to my sister to share with my brother.

Sharing these cookies is something I’ve done for years. In part because they are my favorite — but also because they sit pretty on a serving dish, they transport easily and stay fresh for days. I’ve shared these cookies at church gatherings, work parties and even given them away as Christmas gifts. I don’t know how many times I’ve given away the recipe.

It was one of the first I gathered from my mother, back when I began my collection in the early seventies. The recipe was one Mom clipped from a local newspaper — now mustard brown with age, the clipping is pasted into Mom’s favorite cookbook, one of the few things of Mom’s that Christi has chosen to keep.

Like any good recipe, this one is splattered with forty years of use. But unlike most, this recipe has also survived a hit and run casualty from a collision with two canines, that began with Max’s foray on the kitchen counter top.

Pilfering food from the counter is one of Max’s favorite past-times that has netted him many tasty morsels. Unfortunately for Max, the counter was bare that day but for the recipe card. So when Max swept the counter clean with his huge paws, the card took flight and landed at Cosmo’s feet, who quickly nabbed the prize and ran like mad for her hidey hole. By sheer luck, I saw her running away from the scene of the crime and got to the card in time to save it from certain death. Carefully, I pulled the card from Cosmo’s clenched jaws, extricating all but one small bite that she refused to part with.

Keeping a share of the recipe is obviously something Cosmo subscribes to also. Or is it just something that comes natural to all dogs?

Try it and see. From my life to yours.