I’ve been mentored by good cooks. My mom has the ability to put together an amazing meal at what seems to be a moment’s notice. There’s a place at her table for anyone who happens to be around. Growing up on the farm, we pulled up an extra chair for visiting family members to seed salesmen and she always managed to make it work and make it wonderful.
Aunt Verna, Dad’s oldest sister, was also an amazing cook. Over the years, when the Springer cousins came to Kansas to attend Hesston College, it was Aunt Verna who took us in when we needed a home cooked meal. She fed the multitudes. We put our feet under her beautifully set table and after Uncle Orval offered the blessing – always ending with “Forgive us when we have sinned. Help us to forgive others” – we gratefully ate all the things she put before us. She remembered what we liked, whipped up extra mashed potatoes when her nephews were in attendance, and humbly accepted our gratitude for every delicious mouthful. Dinner at Aunt Verna’s also included a prolonged time of fellowship at the kitchen sink after the meal to help clean up. I still marvel at the sheer number of people she entertained during her lifetime, and that she did it in such a tiny kitchen and without the benefit of a microwave or dishwasher.
In addition to showing me how to cook, both Mom and Aunt Verna both modeled an easy, open hospitality. They inspire me to open our home to others and share food and fellowship. I’m only beginning to understand how important their example has been in the way we live today.
This recipe for Molasses Crinkles started with Aunt Verna, who shared it with Mom. Mom made a few changes and shared it with me. We served these at a recent Knitting Savant Retreat and they didn’t last – the best compliment a cook can receive!