I've been intrigued by a cookie recipe that I keep running across, most recently here. I couldn't imagine how this could possibly work without adding flour or butter. My curiosity got the best of me and I had to try it for myself.
When I took the first pan from the oven, my eyes told me that it did work. However, I felt the true test was letting my mouth be the judge :-). But, I do feel that to really be able to tell if the recipe was a success I needed a cold glass of milk to accompany that fresh from the oven cookie. Well, while I was performing my taste test I got to reminiscing. . .
How many of you remember the milkman? When I was growing up the milkman was a common sight. Once a week he would leave milk, cream, cottage cheese or any other dairy product my mom had ordered in our milk chute. Our milkman's name was Jack Woltman. I really couldn't tell you much about him except that occasionally one of my siblings would be teased about really being the milkman's son or daughter. I also remember when our neighbor, Marge, locked herself out of her house. Being a skinny little girl, she asked me if I would crawl through her milk chute and open her door. Not a problem, I slid right through there and had that door open in no time. Boy, what I wouldn't give to be able to do that now :-). 
The milkman has pretty much disappeared from the American landscape now, but I think for many of us he conjures up memories of a simpler time. In these days of Swine Flu scares, recessions, etc. I think a freshly baked cookie, a cold glass of milk and sweet memories of days gone by can go a long way in making everything seem right in the world ~ even if it's just for a short while.
I know that recipe! It's amazing isn't it? I'm a peanut butter fan anyway it comes. Nice reminiscing.
ReplyDeleteI don't remember a milkman...my family moved around to often,but I love the ideal of having one...I enjoyed this post,the little graphics are wonderful,and the recipe sounds yummy.....thanks for sharing...
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What an adorable post! I don't remember the milkman but my hubby does. I remember everyone talking about him and the jokes about his children. :) I am definitely going to try that recipe. Peanut butter cookies are hubby's fave!
ReplyDeleteI don't remember the milkman but those cookies do look amazing. :)
ReplyDeleteOh yes, I remember the milk man coming to the house too. I thought it was really neat that my friend Timmy's dad was the milkman. :-)
ReplyDeleteI would like to try that recipe, too. I would probably want to eat the dough! And the milkman was a welcome site at our house, too. We got ice cream sometimes, too! Coincidentally....I bought a quart milk bottle at Goodwill yesterday! I remember playing games at birthday parties, throw a ring over the milk bottle or try to throw a penny inside. Do you remember that?
ReplyDeleteThat's the prettiest cookie picture I've ever seen! We had a milkman growing up, too. If you left an order out a day or two ahead, he'd bring you all sorts of stuff, like chocolate milk or cottage cheese. What a service!
ReplyDeleteAwww, I love this recipe! Back in the early 80's, a student told me about the recipe and said it was from her grandma. She was young --- I couldn't imagine it to be true! So, I called her grandma who reassured me that it was true! For years after, my students baked these cookies and they were delish! We used only three ingredients, though (no baking soda). Great post!
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Dear Kim,
ReplyDeleteThank you for coming by and visiting my blog and for your kind words. I decided to come visit your blog - what a lovely blog! I will be back to visit often!
Oh Kim ~ thanks for the memories of the milkman. I too remember my mom placing her order and him delivering the stuff to our door. Some of the items came in glasses and containers that she ended up using again!
ReplyDeleteI need to try that recipe now..I've seen it too and wondered how it could work without flour!
Have a wonderful weekend!
Hugz,
Michele
Yes, that recipe is a lot of fun and the best part is that it's easy.
ReplyDeleteThis post reminded me of my milkman and our breadman. I liked our breadman the best. He drove a truck with Cushman printed on the side and sometimes, if all was just right in the world, we'd get a treat that wasn't bread...coffeecake or doughnuts.
Fun post and very pleasant, too.
What a cute post! I love peanut butter cookies. :0)
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That's so funny, I saw Barbara's recipe, too and planned to try it! Now I'll have to. The milk man I remember from my childhood was the milk man who picked up the big milk can that my Grandpa left by the road full of milk that he had milked from his cows. Then the milk man would leave an empty one for my grandpa to fill and be picked up the next day. I still have one of those milk cans. Have a wonderful weekend! Twyla
ReplyDeleteWow Kim you brought back alot of memories for me! We had a milkman and his name was Bob (don't know his last name). I always thought it was cool that I got to put our order inside the milkbox and presto when I looked again the order was in there! This is something my kids never got to experience and I'm sorry that they didn't. Thanks for a wonderful walk down memory lane!
ReplyDeleteI'd love to have milk and cookies with you! I do remember the milkman. Those were the good ol' days.
ReplyDeleteHugs,
Donna
Kim, I am in the midst of my blogging break, and I am sitting with a cup of coffee in front of a computer in our hotel. I have just a few minutes break. We are in the Midwest, helping our daughter move, and visiting with her boyfriend's family. Last evening we were talking, and his mother told us that she has a milkman. I was so surprised that anyone existed in this day and age, like a milkman. She says he is a friendly, funny guy who delivers milk every Thursday. Many of her friends use his service. Amazing!! In her beautiful neighborhood...a milkman still delivers. Then in my quick break, I read your post. Life is like that. Missing you, and missing blogging. This is another very creative post!!
ReplyDeleteI remember the milkman. He was a skinny, older man...but the friendliest guy you'd want to meet.
ReplyDeleteThen I remember that when the milkman disappeared...the milkshoot became the "junk drawer". The outside got covered up with aluminum siding - but as far as I know, the "junk drawer" still lives in that house even now.
I enjoyed reading your post. I remember the milkman well. Our's was named Pete and he was such a nice guy. Thanks for the memories ♥
ReplyDeleteOh Kim, that does bring back memories. I remember the milk and the milk shoots on the houses. What fun memories of our childhoods.
ReplyDeleteMay you have a wonderful Mother's day my friend...hugs and smiles Gl♥ria
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