Mom, what is this? Anthony said. Its a sugar cookie with chocolate chips in it. Tatiana tried again. She put in an extra cupful of chocolate chips. Anthony was critical. Vikki less so, but she said, Tania, wheres the brown sugar? The what? See, thats your problem right there. Buy some brown sugar, and youll fix these right up. Brown Sugar? White sugar was what the aristocracy ate in Russia because it was refined and expensive, just right for their delicate palates. Centuries were spent in technocratic morass trying to work out a way to make brown sugar white. And now, suddenly, when she had the kingly white sugar in abundance, she needed brown sugar, in America? Dutifully she went and bought brown sugar. Anthony declared them too chewy. Anthony, you too picky, Tatiana said to him in English. Just eat cookie and say thank you. But the next evening, she made them crispy by adding a tiny bit of water to the mix. A finally approving Anthony wanted to bring some for snack the next day, but he and Vikki devoured them. It was Rebeccas mother who called Tatiana and asked if Rebecca could come over. Oh, and shes raving about the cookies your son brought to school the other day. You wouldnt happen to have the recipe, would you? Oh, sure. And what about the little ones with the jam in them? She brought one home last week, it was excellent. Sure, you come, I give you cookies. May I have the recipe? I want to make them for my husband. He just came back from war and has a terrible sweet-tooth. Youd think they didnt feed him in the army. Quietly Tatiana said, Probably they not give him cookies with jam. Tatianas Table pg 100-101 ~Shannon
Posted on: Thu, 09 Oct 2014 22:17:19 +0000
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