|The Irish twins celebrating together.|
When my brother and I were growing up at times we celebrated our birthdays togther. It was easier for our parents, since we were a year apart. To some we are Irish twins.
In the late sixties we moved into the house where we grew up. I am not sure of the year 1969 or 1970 my parents threw us a joint birthday party. There must have been 20 or so kids running around the house all jacked up on sugar and ice cream. There were kids climbing on the wrought iron work that we had in the house. It was the sixties after all. It scared my mom to death, and I’m sure that if there was any one incident to drive parents to drink this was it. This was the last party my brother and I had together.
The one gift I remember was from my neighbor across the street. I parted with it long ago, but never fear tracked it down through a rare book seller. It was my very first cookbook. The recipes were very simple. In fact the mac & cheese recipe is the one from the blue box. But I remember the oatmeal raisin cookies as the best ever. I made a lot of them, beside Snickerdoodle cookies these were my favorite.
After all these years did my memory fail me? Were these cookies as good as I remember? Yes, to the memory and yes to taste. They were good and chewy. Although they were small in size they were tasty. Maybe to a kid cookies look bigger then they do when you’re are all grown up.
Happy Birthday to my brother!
|My very first cookbook|
|Move in day. That’s the famous wrought iron work|
|All the ingredients ready to go|
|The mixer hard at work mixing in the oats|