Thursday, January 13, 2011

The Turtle Cookie story

My mother was a terrific baker. She had a large assortment of recipes and we loved them all. There was the thumb print cookies, the Sonja Henie cookies, the little curved cookies rolled in powdered sugar that melted in your mouth, and more. BUT our favorite of her recipes was the turtle cookie. We loved how it looked and how it tasted. Yum. We assumed, and she never said anything to the contrary, that she invented this cookie. One year, my family encouraged me to enter a baking contest with "mom's recipe," which I did. I didn't win, thank goodness. Last year, my older sister sent me a copy of a page in a cookbook that she got. It was the story of the Snappy Turtle Cookies. Yes, that's right, Mom's cookies were originated by another person. Her name was Beatrice Harlib and she lived in Chicago, Illinois,  just like our Mom. Did Mom know her? I doubt it.  Well, my sister and I had a laugh about that. We can't talk to Mom about it, because at nearly 97 (in 6 days) she won't remember  where she got the recipe or even the cookies themselves, though she'd love to eat them. I've posted the cookies on my other blog, here.

5 comments:

VioletSky said...

a bit of mystery might be the secret ingredient that adds to the taste!

Paula said...

Good Lord, you're killing me posting photos like that!

Rainbow Painter said...

Awww such sweet memories with a little flavor to them. Does make me hungry looking at them.

Anke Martin said...

Hi Mim, I see you are really busy creating! Great idea with the limitation!
What a nice story about the Turtle Cookies.....something to remember for a lifetime! Hope you enjoyed eating them! Have a great weekend, smiles, Anke ;)

Unknown said...

I just wanted to say that this is a very cute story and put a smile on my face. I think that my grandmother would have loved this story.

Tammie (Harlib) Roitman

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