Navy Cookies

Don't worry, they are not blue. These cookies were a favorite of my Dad when he was a young man. When he went into the service, my Grandma Oney would make them and send them to him....as he was in the Navy. Now that stupid song from the Village people is running through my head-great. They are a brown sugar ice box cookie. The recipe I have is not my Grandma G's; however, the one that my step-mom makes may be. I have her recipe (Sue's) but it calls for 4 cups brown sugar, 8 cups flour and 3 cups of Crisco. I didn't have enough flour on hand for them since I needed to make dessert for our dinner tonight and it makes A LOT of cookies. They freeze well, but I sometimes struggle with self control. I know that after today, most of these cookies will be gone so I won't have to worry about eating 5 of them for breakfast tomorrow.

Navy Cookies

1-3/4 cup flour

1/2 tsp baking soda

1/4 tsp salt

1/2 cup butter, softened

1 cup brown sugar

1 egg

1 tsp vanilla (I love vanilla-I add a squoash more)

2/3 cup finely chopped walnuts

Preheat oven to 375 degree F.

Combine flour, baking soda and salt in a small bowl. In medium mixing bowl, or bowl on your stand mixer, cream butter and sugar. Add egg, then vanilla. Mix well. Gradually add dry ingredients. Fold in walnuts. Dough will be sticky.

Divide dough in half. Place each half on a sheet of waxed paper that is about 18 inches long. Roll dough into a log and wrap the waxed paper around it. You should see what my early attempts looked like-I couldn't make a nice round log ever. 19 years have taught me a lot. Tuck ends of paper under and set in fridge to chill. The bare minimum chill time is 4 hours, but I let my dough stand at least a day.

Remove one log at a time from fridge. Dough needs to stay chilled for them to keep their shape and bake evenly.

Cut into slices that are 1/4 inch thick. Only cut off enough dough for two sheets of cookies and return rest of dough to fridge.

Place on ungreased cookie sheet and bake 7 to 10 minutes. After 7 minutes, I usually rotate pans on racks in oven and finish baking to make sure they are a uniform color. Bake until a pale golden color.

These are not an overly sweet cookie. They are crisp around the edges and a little chewy in the middle. They rock with a cold glass of milk, but I was having coffee this morning.

On to other exciting news........

Look what was delivered yesterday afternoon!!

action shot!


If you would have told me 20 years ago that I would be panting like a dog over appliances, I would have whacked you on the back of the head and ordered another Sloe Screw. I have matured. Now I love to get new appliances, and I can't drink sloe gin to save my life. It is rum now people. With lime. And a little Pepsi. I know, I can't drink it with Coke unless we are at a bar and it comes out of the spigot where it isn't so sweet as in the can. And now I have veered completely off track. The washer and dryer. I have been coveting them for about 10 years, when they first showed up for home use. The sticker shock nearly gave me the vapors. They have come down in price, but it was still a shock to write the check. It is as much as our property taxes that are due-don't even want to think about writing another check like this. I love that it takes very little water and soap. We live in the country and have a septic system, so I could only wash a couple loads in a certain time period so the water wouldn't back up into the house. Now, I can wash about 4 loads right in a row and not have to worry. I am most excited that I can wash my comforter at home. For 19 years I have had to drag that bad boy to the laundry mat, wait an hour and a half to wash and dry it, and drag it back home. Have you seen some of those people at the laundry mat? When I lived on my own (for about 3 months) I would go to the laundry mat because I wouldn't go in the basement of my apartment complex alone. Now when I go it weirds me out a bit-some strange folks there. I heard it was suppose to be a good place to meet people so maybe they were all looking for love at the fluff and fold. I got my own love at home and now I can wash my blankie at home too.

Ahh, I hear the beep of dry socks and tees. It is like a song. After the hard work of trudging down the stairs, I will have to reward my efforts with another cookie!