I grew up with these “cookies” … one of the earliest homemade treats I remember eating. We had them at home, at relatives’ houses, while out camping. I loved them. I hadn’t had them in decades, and it wasn’t until last week I managed to pester my mom enough to find the recipe for me. Naturally, when I set everything out to make them the other night, I was mostly out of white flour, so I had to use wheat, but they turned out pretty tasty just the same. I didn’t think Lin would like them, because they tasted really healthy, if you get my drift. He did like them though (after putting some maple syrup on them, of course).

We got talking about them. All I really know about the recipe is that it’s been in the family forever. I always thought it came from my mom’s German side of the family, but after doing a little research, they aren’t really cookies at all (in the American sense of the word). They are, in fact, scones, and now I know the recipe had to have come from my dad’s Scots-Irish side of the family.

All these years I have been whining about wanting to eat some of the cookies of my youth, and they weren’t actually cookies at all. We’d been eating scones. Who knew?! Doesn’t matter what you call them really, they are yummy! I still have half the dough in the fridge. Tomorrow I am going to fry up the last of it for breakfast. Lin says they are awesome with maple syrup and jam.