- 2 1/2 cup flour
- 1/2 tsp. salt
- 1/2 cup baking (powder) soda
- 1 cup margarine
- 1 cup peanut butter
- 1 cup white sugar
- 1 cup brown sugar
- 2 eggs
Preparation:
Into a medium or large bowl, mix the flour, salt, baking soda, margarine, peanut butter, white sugar, brown sugar, and eggs. Mix this thoroughly and pour it onto the cookie sheet.
Grandma always found a way for me to do some type of work in the kitchen. Whether it was washing dishes, taking out materials, or mixing; I had something to do. Due to this, I have tried with all my agility to duck and dodge the kitchen. However, this was no ordinary day. This was my mother's thirty-fifth birthday.
As I was strolling by the living room, I heard Grandma singing "Praise is What I Do." I knew that she had to be thinking because that was the only time she listened to gospel music. Curious, I walked into the kitchen to ask her what she was thinking about.
"Grandma, what are you thinking about?"
"Oh hey A.J. I was just thinking about what would a great gift for your mom," she replied.
"What about your peanut butter cookies? Mama always nags me to death about how she craves to have those cookies like she did when she was a little girl."
I was so ecstatic that Grandma thought this idea was amazing. In fact, she immediately told me to start getting out the ingredients. After we mixed them, we put them on the cookie sheet. She loved cutting to the chase and had a creative mind like when cutting the cookies into specific shapes.
After you get done cutting the cookies in your own style, place them in the oven for fifteen to twenty minutes. After they're done, let them sit our for ten minutes to cool off.
Papa was extremely fond of Grandma's cookies, which made it a bad idea to tell him. He would yell and say "Emma hurry up on them cookies so I can test them out!" Grandma and I would chuckle. He especially loved them when they were smooth. Trust me, he wasn't lying. They were as smooth as a baby's bottom. Unfortunately, he wasn't able to obtain them since they were sincerely for Mama.
During this process, I asked Grandma "How are we going to surprise Mama with these cookies?"
"Easily, since she's staying a night in Hughes, we put the cookies in her car and tell her to go to her car to get my comb."
How brilliant and clever she was! That idea was fantastic. I couldn't have done it better myself. However, painfully, I burned my hand taking the cookies out of the oven. I cried so bad it felt as if it felt as if neighbors had heard it! Luckily, Grandma put peroxide and bandages on me to make it all better.
How magnificent the aroma of the cookies was! Even her dog was intrigued by the smell. I could tell from all that barking and jumping up and down. After we had calmed her down, we wrapped up the cookies, drove to her house, and placed them in her car.
I called Mama and anxiously yelled "Mama! Look in your car for a surprise!" We watched from across the streetas tears had suddenly rolled down Mama's cheek. We appeared and gave her a hug.
"Thank you, son!" she cried. "This is the best gift ever!"
To this very day, Mama and I love reflecting on this event. She nearly cries over the recipe she craved for as a child. This brings her back so many memories and we always share them.
