Chasing grandma's elusive cookie recipe... again.
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My husband has fond memories of his Italian grandmother's chocolate spice cookies. My SIL has the recipe, but won't share. Why? Who knows. So every year I try again to find and make a recipe that will bring him those happy cookie memories. At this point it's sort of a unicorn hunt, but it's a labor of love! by MotorCityMich in Six-Word Memoirs on Dec 08, 2012 | 
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NumbrOneAunt says,
just googled the term and found a site caled "what's cookin' Italian style cuisine" that had a recipe. The cookies are small and have a white icing - does that sound right? best of luck, MCM! (lovely SIL you got...)accidentaltourist says,
Family recipes are often closely guarded secrets. My grandmother had a lot of them written, which I painstakingly copied onto cards before she died, so I would have them too. Ironically, in my family, we share recipes all the time...but we never actually make the item exactly the way the recipe reads, and Gram was as guilty of that as the rest of us. We all have our own little tweaks....a bit more of this or one ingredient exhanged for another....so the expression "I made your recipe, but mine didn't come out like yours" is commonly heard.canadafreeze says,
I've never understood not sharing a recipe - seems very selfish. Your SIL is just plain mean ... Too much?:-)MotorCityMich says,
@NumberOneAunt- how funny! that is precisely the site I have open and am going to try this year. It's pretty close to the ones my SIL sends my hub in the mail, so maybe they'll be close.My great-grandmother was famous for sharing her recipes, but only most of the recipe. She would conveniently forget one ingredient so that no one else's tasted quite like hers. My mom tells the story of watching her make stuff and catching her put in the missing ingredient!
I guess it's SIL's choice not to share, and I guess I have to respect that, but it's her reasoning that hurts. It's a "family" recipe and she doesn't want other people having it, so I guess that means I'm not family yet. Nor is her brother apparently. *shrug* I can't get upset about it because that won't change anything. Hubs always tells me the rest of his family is not like him.