I loved my Nana. She was strong and steady. She was practical and smart. She played a mean game of Scrabble. And boy, did she hate to cook (a fact I didn’t learn until years after she died).
Nonetheless, she was amazing at it. She made great pot pie (I’ve adapted her chicken pot pie to a vegetable version here: Vegetable Pot Pie Recipe). My grandpa was a farmer, and Nana was always canning something. Her creamed potatoes were to die for, and we ate her blackeyed peas like they were going out of style.
When I would go spend summers with my Nana and Papa, there was usually a canister of these cookies on the kitchen counter. She made them in the tiny oven of their white porcelain 1930s Chambers gas range.
Today I make them in my modern-home-standard-issue electric oven using her old recipe. I take a bite and find myself right back at that kitchen table, squared off against a robust gray-haired lady bent on my ultimate Scrabble destruction. Miss you, Nana.