Grampa Joe's Cookies

If you are a cousin, aunt, uncle or other relative, I hope that these will bring you back to that kitchen table when you taste them.  It took me about 3 years to develop the recipe, based on my mom's recollection.  When I first got the bee in my bonnet to make these, I asked her what she remembered about when her dad mixed up a batch.  "Well," she answered, "he started with a dozen eggs and a 5 lb bag of flour..."  Yeah, I did mine on a smaller scale!  I hope that you will enjoy them!
I typed up the recipe a couple years back, printed it, and
then never sent it to my beloved family...forgive me?
Ingredients:
--- 3 c. flour
--- 1 tsp. Baking Powder
--- 1/2 tsp. salt
--- 2 eggs
--- 1/2 c. vegetable oil
--- 1/2 c. maple syrup
--- 1 tsp. Anise extract

Preheat oven to 350 F.

In a large bowl, mix together flour, baking powder and salt.  Make a large well in the center.

In a small bowl, whisk together eggs, oil and syrup.  Add extract, and whisk until blended.  Pour into well in center of dry ingredients, and mix well.

Turn onto floured surface and knead, adding additional flour (if necessary) until dough is not sticky.

Cut into small pieces, roll into ropes, and shape as desired.  (I make approximately 64 small cookies; if I want them to be about the size of Grandpa Joe's, I only make 32.)

Bake 10-15 minutes (15-20 minutes for larger cookies), until bottoms of cookies are browned.  (See photos below.)
These are not quite as "done" as Grandpa's...
Some of these are darker...I now know why they were always
burned...it's hard to check the bottom of a hot cookie!
If you are related to me, these are a delicacy.  However, they will be much better if you let them get stale for a week or two first...even fresh, have a hot cup of coffee handy...these are "dunking" cookies!  (They can also be choking cookies, if you take too big a bite without dunking!)  

If you are not related to me, you may not understand.  That's ok.  But, if you have any Italian in you at all, or if you have a Grandpa Joe, you still might want to give them a try.  They are something else, and every batch takes me right back to my grandparents' kitchen...with coffee percolating, sauce simmering, and water boiling on the stove for pasta that is just waiting for me to arrive.  

That kitchen was a little piece of Heaven on earth for this granddaughter.

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