Now that we're expecting Henne-baby number 2 (who, we found out, is actually Henne-Girl!) I've been thinking a lot about the things that I used to do with my mom when I was growing up. Every mother tries to be the best she can be, and I've been thinking a lot about what that means to me. I haven't come up with anything that would make a coherent post yet, just a lot of disjointed ideas and manic lists running through my brain, and I'll sort all that out at a later date. The only thing my pregnant mind could think of today was No Bake Cookies.
I haven't made these cookies for at least 15 years, but I think about them a lot. To me, they symbolize childhood. My mom would make up the mixture and we would spoon them onto wax paper and wait patiently (hahaha) for them to set up in the fridge before devouring as many as we could. The leftovers would go in the flat red Tupperware container with the opaque lid, where they would sit, quietly tempting us, until after dinner when my father got to them and they were no more.