A few months ago, my son emailed me and my husband asking about our family traditions. It was for a paper for one of his college classes. After thinking about it for a bit, I had to respond something like, “Geez, the only traditions I can think of involve food!” He answered that’s what he’d come up with.
I thought more about it in the days that followed. There had
been traditions when the kids were little—annual pumpkin picking, tree
decorating, the usual holiday stuff. But as the kids aged and began to spend
holidays with girlfriends, then moved away altogether, the traditions seemed to
go with them. All except for the ones that ended with us stuffing our faces.
Then I realized that even going back into my childhood, most
of my memories of tradition were the same—food focused.
One of my earliest memories of my grandmother has me
standing on a chair next to her at the kitchen table. We’re putting together
apple pies to bake. She has a regular pie pan (glass), and I’m working with a
miniature version, about half the size. I remember the aroma of the baking pie,
but most of all, I remember the fun of spending time with my grandmother and
feeling like a big girl, baking my own little pie. (I still have that plate and
think of Grandma every time I use it…although it’s been years since I’ve
attempted a pie!)
Grandma didn’t bake just pies. She also baked cookies, and
my favorite was one she called “Pecan Crescent Cookies.” Made of lots of fat
and sugar, they’re mixed, rolled into a log, then cut, shaped into a crescent,
then baked. I still remember Grandma showing me her pinkie finger to use as a
measure for the size. This was my
hands-down favorite cookie anytime of the year, but especially at Christmas.
My sister and I carried that love into our adulthood. Every
December we’d take a day off from work to bake massive batches of cookies. For at
least a month in advance, we’d comb through cookie and holiday recipe books to
make our selections—a total of about 10 or 12 different cookies, from the drop
kind, to the roll-and-cut kind, and we even tried some with a cookie
press. Then we’d split them up into gift
trays for co-workers, teachers at school and Sunday school, and for the staff
at a local nursing home where our mom lived. No matter what else we baked,
Grandma’s crescent cookies were a staple.
Now she and I live an 18-hour drive apart. I miss her, but
every year when I make Grandma’s crescent cookies, I think of the fun we had.
Here’s the recipe for any who’d like to try them, now or
during the holidays.
Pecan Crescent Cookies
(Makes about 3 dozen, depending on the width of your
finger.)
Ingredients
- 2 cups shortening (Grandma used 1 cup of Crisco, 1 cup of butter. I use butter or margarine.)
- 2/3 cup white granulated sugar
- 1/2 teaspoon salt
- 3-1/3 cups flour
- 1-1/3 cups finely chopped pecans (If the pieces are too large, it’s harder to form the crescent shape.)
Thoroughly mix all ingredients – and don’t be afraid to dig
your hands in and get messy. Everything should be well blended.
Separate the dough in half and form into two “logs.” Wrap
the logs in waxed paper or plastic wrap and chill in the refrigerator at least
a couple hours (I leave overnight).
To form cookies, cut slices of the chilled dough and roll in
your hands until about the size of your pinkie. Bend into a slight crescent
shape.
Place cookies about 2 inches apart on ungreased cookie
sheet. Bake at 350 ° about 15 minutes, or until the edges are golden
brown. (The bigger the cookies, the
longer it takes. :))
Set the cookies (still on the sheet) aside to cool for a few
minutes. Until they set, they’re fragile and liable to fall apart.
Combine sugar and cinnamon in a bowl, mix thoroughly. I
start with about a third of a cup of sugar and add cinnamon to
taste. If you run out, you can always make more.
While the cookies are still warm, but after they have firmed
up a little (about 5 minutes or so), roll each cookie in the sugar/cinnamon
mixture (careful handling still required!), then place on some waxed paper (or
paper towel) in single layer to finish cooling.
These are probably one of the few cookies I’ve ever made
that taste better after they’ve cooled, so you might want to wait before
sampling.
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| Grandma's Pecan Crescent Cookies - in Grandma's Mini Pie Plate :) |
Let’s face it, food is fun—whether you’re making/baking or
eating. I think we all have family food traditions. What are yours?
