So there were these 3 blondes in their Granny’s kitchen to create Christmas goodies… sounds like a good joke.
My oldest daughter was there to make sure we didn’t screw up stuff. EdithAnne actually told her husband that she needed to be there becuz, “Mom broils cookies and RubyJune uses baking soda for corn starch in pies!”
When I arrived, EdithAnne and RubyJune were makin’ a double batch of peanut butter cookies. I haven’t had peanut butter cookies in like 30 years!!! I don’t even buy peanut butter. I’m not fond of it. But peanut butter cookies and Reese’s peanut butter cups… Katy Bar The Door! I could eat my weight in them!
And when it came time to bake them, EdithAnne and RubyJune were perplexed at how to bake them… duh. Roll them in your hand and press them with a fork! It may have been 30 years but I know how to make them! They rolled and Granny forked the cookies flat.
The only thing better than Granny’s peanut butter cookies are her homemade Ginger Snaps. These are THE BEST COOKIES ON EARTH!! I know what you’re thinkin’. Ick ginger snaps. MY Granny’s are soft and not bitter! And do not need to be dunked in coffee… unless you want to make your coffee taste better!
After they made the cookies and I made lunch, EdithAnne and RubyJune wanted to make candy. RubyJune gave the praline recipe to EdithAnne and she took the fudge recipe. Fudge is relatively easy. You just melt all the stuff together and pour in a pan. And that’s why RubyJune took it!
EdithAnne read the recipe and asked RubyJune, “what does it mean, soft ball?”
I wasn’t really payin’ all that much attention to her answer as I was cussin’ and discussin’ the weighty issue of wine with my Grandpa. You know I’m an expert. But I did see her motion with her hands… we talk with our hands. I sometimes wonder if we are Italian… and not German Irish Indians. And RubyJune motioned with her hands like she was holdin’ a basketball.
“Oops! I need chocolate chips! I’ll just run home.” And off RubyJune went.
A few minutes later, EdithAnne said, “Mom! Come look at this and tell me what you think?” I’m an expert Candy Maker!
She said, “It’s supposed to be at the softball stage.”
“Do you know how to do that?”
So I asked Granny, “Do you have a candy thermometer?” of course not… she’s old school. She’s made candy for years and never, not one time, used a thermometer.
“Then this is what you do.” I got a small glass and filled it with water and showed EdithAnne what to do by drippin’ the candy mixture into the glass and to watch how the candy reacts… “if it forms a soft ball then it’s ready.”
“THAT is not what RubyJune said at all. She said something about our cookie dough.” I just shrugged it off.
EdithAnne’s pralines turned out very good!! So did the fudge that RubyJune made. EdithAnne decided to treat us to Sonic Vanilla DrPeppers and she went to town.
And that’s when I made the mistake of sayin’, “someone needs to figure out how to make divinity.”
Dun Dun Dun Dunnnnnn…. And Granny’s recipe filled box appeared in front of me.
I found the old recipe and gave it to RubyJune. She read over it and hooray we had all the stuff we needed to make Granny’s Divinity!! I can remember her makin’ it when I was little. She would sit there at the table with her wooden spoon and that big old brown bowl and stir and stir and stir and it was just the best stuff!!! And here we were about to carry on the tradition!
RubyJune said, “it takes egg whites. How do I do that?”
She had never separated eggs! Duh! I can do that!
“Then get over her Miss Fancy Pants and do it!”
And I did! Right into the mix of butter, sugar, and syrup. NOT IN A SEPARTE BOWL!!! RubyJune mixed it up and set it on the stove to cook and reread the recipe.
“We’ve SCREWED UP!!!!”
“I mixed the eggs into wrong stuff!”
I’ll bet EdithAnne hadn’t been gone 5 minutes and we screwed up the divinity!
“Oh Well. Let’s just see what we get.” I told her. And we let it cook… eggs and all.
And let me tell you, it was a cross between pralines and brittle!! There was no white fluffy candy!
When EdithAnne came back, “What did YOU TWO DO?! That’s not white and fluffy!” And she read the recipe… “mix egg whites in separate bowl. How can you not do that?”
All my candy makin’ expertise is shot to hell!
On my way home, it hit me like a ton of bricks! I laughed and laughed for 3 miles before I was calm enough to call my sister and tell her I had finally figured out what she told EdithAnne about soft balls.
RubyJune told her that softball stage meant the candy would form an actual softball like the cookie dough... one lump of goo.
Oh The Memories!