Thursday, May 27, 2010

MONSTER Revelations and other nonsense

I made a HUUUUGE batch of cookies the other day.  (And by huge batch I mean I used a dozen eggs, 18 cups of oats and 4 cups of sugars!) We have a bake sale this Sunday at church to raise some money for the Worship Dept.  So I'm making MONSTER cookies.  And let me tell you!  They ARE MONSTERS! Easily as big as the Boy Wonder's head.

This is just half of the batch and the smallest cookie up there is still 5 inches in diameter! Those Amish sure know how to double, triple, quadruple a recipe!

Here's the funny thing...when I tasted them, I was instantly transported back in time to Valentine's Days as a kid.  That's when my grandparents would send each of us kids a monster cookie of our own.  VERY special memory for me.  These cookies have such deep roots in my heart.

See, my grandpa who made these with my grandma every year passed away a few years back and now my other grandpa is really struggling with his health.  I don't know how long he'll be with us.  Loosing them is like loosing a piece of my heritage; so treasured are they to me!   I know it's inevitable--death, but losing a whole generation is hard.

These cookies represent so much more than just sugar and calories to me.  They're family.  They're connection.  They're my past and they'll be my future.  They're everything that's good in life and make all the hard stuff easier to handle.

So today, I will eat a MONSTER cookie in honor of my grandparents.  And Sunday I will sell the rest of the giant buggers.  I hope the legacy my grandparents left me with will raise much money to support the next generation of heritage-builders.


What foods evoke strong emotions and memories for you?


  1. HUH. Question. Were...or are your grandparents Amish!? AND your cookies look amazing. YUM!

  2. Yes! On my mom's side. Well actually my great grandparents were until they were about 23 when they decided to leave. I don't know why. My grandma was just three at the time. My grandma and mom were raised Mennonite. When my mom was 16 she stopped wearing a covering. She was the first in her church. My dad was raised Mennonite too. I was raised Baptist and CMA until I was 12 when we went to the local AG church. We were shocked out of our wits to see people raising their hands and speaking all crazy. We never left. Ha! Now I'm married to an AG pastor. Crazy how lives twist and turn.

  3. That is so crazy! What an interesting story! and I agree, the cookies look amazing! my dad has a recipe for monster cookies. it has outrageous amounts of everything in it. like a bag of chocolate chips and m&m's.

  4. I did not know that about your family heritage. That is very interesting! I like the rainbow flip flops below too!

  5. I teared up when I read the part about Grandpa making those cookies. I haven't thought about that in a while. I really need to make those cookies. Do you have Grandpa's recipe?


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