Those of you who follow along regularly probably remember that things got a little nuts here in October. We had a chili cook-off planned and invites had been sent almost two full months in advance so people could work out their prize winning recipes. My sister, who was newly engaged (like the end of September newly) decided to go ahead and get married in December.
So there was a shower to plan and wedding details to work out. I turned in my resignation at the lab I had worked in for over 10 years and started a new job.
And my parents bought the farmstead and moved. All in October. Since then it has been a whirlwind of showers, weddings, moving, remodels, holidays, going out of town for training, and baking up a storm for all of the above.
have been are crazy! And fun! And a little bit crazy!
I really should do a post on my parents’ new place sometime. I mean, it’s not really new, but it is new to them.
It is actually a giant brick farmhouse built in the 1860s along with a few barns and outbuildings, a few acres and a lot of pipe dream plans! The first of which is turning a bedroom into a master bathroom and laundry room.
My husband is leading the crew of craftsmen who are bringing it together. It is really coming along, but it means we are chasing our tails a bit more than usual.
A couple of weeks after they moved in, we were all visiting. We still have family dinners most weekends and we had lots of nooks and crannies to explore.
As we were milling about in the backyard, the new neighbors took the opportunity to walk over and introduce themselves. They brought cookies and were instantly liked!
It turns out the new neighbor, Amy, had grown up in the vicinity. The cookies she brought were from Mrs. Wittler, the lady who had lived in my parents’s new house when she was growing up.
Isn’t that cool? You know what is even better? They were delicious!
Here is what MiMi had to say about them:
The recipe came from my new neighbor who brought it over as a welcome to the neighborhood gift. As we were still introducing ourselves I put the tray of cookies on the picnic table where my kids were sitting and they started right in on them.
I have a reputation for being a pretty good baker so imagine my surprise when Collin said ” hey mom, these cookies are even better than yours.” What? Seriously?
Luckily for us they brought the recipe along with the cookies. She was excited to tell me that her recipe came from a lady who lived in our home a long time ago. That made the recipe even more enticing.
MiMi just had to compare the recipe to the family favorites in her recipe box. They really weren’t that far off from one of our favorites, maybe enough for a bit of a texture change but she didn’t think it was enough to account for the reaction of my brothers.
So she hypothesized that it had to be the chocolate chips. She normally uses semi sweet and she figured Amy had to have used something else.
She called Amy to confirm. We neeeeeded to be able to recreate these cookies. Just as she suspected, Amy had used Ghiradelli milk chocolate chips.
So that is the story of how these cookies came into our family. I wouldn’t be surprised if there are many more batches in our future!