My friend Christina is a thrift store wizard. She can find the most amazing things that I would walk right past. Last month, she presented me with this:
It is utterly amazing. A quick check on the inside cover reveals the publication:
Yes, that’s Christmas 1960. What was the world like then? JFK was just elected president, a loaf of bread was $.20, Chubby Checker introduced “The Twist”, and The Flinstones first aired on television.
A little math on my end reveals that my grandmother–a 4’10” beauty full of sass and crass–was 45 that year. Though that’s still 10 years older than I am right now, I decided I’d try and channel Grandma to make this recipe.
The first three ingredients show just how far removed we are from the olden days. I beg you to find me a recipe still in circulation that calls for this:
(We’re in black and white now because it’s 1960. Duh.)
I even sifted the flour, as written. I normally don’t do that unless I’m combining it with something else. I don’t know what difference it makes in 2014, but I did it anyway.
I mixed it all up (in my crazy mixer from the future), and let it chill in my brand new sea-green refrigerator/freezer.
When I was ready to start, I put my apron on, poured a tumbler of scotch and lit a cigarette. (Just like Grandma surely did.)
Rolled out the dough and cut it with a round biscuit cutter. Poked them a few times with the tines of my best silver. And then lit another cigarette and yelled at my kids to get off the green feather couch.
One thing I forgot to do was cover both sides in sugar, which may explain why these turned out more like biscuits. I blame the scotch.
Threw them in my oven and reapplied my lipstick.
I don’t know why they came out oval when they went in as circles. If you know, please tell me.
To make the filling, I found Marty McFly and he brought me back this crazy contraption. I hear it’s to grind coffee beans, but I used it to grind almonds for cookies.
I threw all of the filling ingredients together. And in the interest of not having an entirely beige cookie, I added some of 1960s best bright toxic food coloring. (Or 2014’s non-toxic, yet equally bright equivalent.)
Somewhere around then, I poured myself another scotch and fed my poodle. I also read the minutes of the last Glenview Botanical Society meeting.
I piped some filling on a cookie/biscuit and topped it with another cookie/biscuit.
Oh here, see it in color.
Even though I forgot to dip the cookies in sugar, I thought the sweetness of the almond filling made up for it.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a luncheon to get to.
Cookies today: 16 (but remember, they are sandwich cookies)
Cookies this year: 246
(**Dedicated to my late grandmother, Eleanor Frank, who would be both appalled and amused by my imitation of her.)