Waffle Iron Cookies

 

Waffle irons and instructions

When my sister, Paula Kaser Price, inherited our mother’s waffle irons and the oil-stained recipe , she also inherited memories and tradition. Paula’s story gives us a  great example of how donning an apron can lead us back to our memories of those family members long gone. Besides traveling back in time, the story travels from Hilliard, Ohio to Scottsdale Arizona to her home today in Virginia.

UPDATE: Paula adds, “It is a team effort as one cook frys the other dusts each cookie with powdered sugar. They are delicate so the rule is if any break the cooks must eat them immediately.”  And what a shame that would be!

A Note From My Sister, Paula Kaser Price

In later years Mom and I spent  a day making waffle iron cookies. The boys were sent away and we started cookin’. We had a wonderful time especially when the “boys” (Dad, Wayne, Eric and Aaron) showed up and gobbled them up getting powered sugar everywhere. Several dozen cookies were carefully hidden away before their arrival.

  Dad, Paul Kaser; Wayne Price (my sister’s husband); Eric and Aaron (my sister’s sons. Aaron’s name is Paul Aaron and he now goes by Paul.).

Paul and I carry on the tradition spending a day making them then distributing waffle iron cookies to friends. Still use the stained recipe paper with Mom’s handwritten notes.

The Original Recipe

Because each cookie is made individually, given time to dry then sprinkled with powdered sugar, it is a time consuming and messy project. We always made at least a double batch, many times a double double batch. Mom wrote the doubled amounts on the recipe. The recipe came with the box of irons that are  in the shape of a snow flake and a Christmas tree.

Waffle Iron Cookie Recipe

Recipe for waffle iron cookies with Mother’s hand-written doubling amounts

The past several years, because the recipe paper is torn in half and so oil soaked as to be difficult to read, I have thought I should rewrite it on clean paper. Then I reject the idea because using that recipe paper with Mom’s calculations is like having her spirit there watching over Paul and me and joining in with our fun listening to Christmas music, laughing, getting powdered sugar everywhere, anticipating the joy our labor will bring and the happy exhaustion at the end of the day.

So like Mom and I did In the 80s standing around the counter in my little house on Latham [Street, Scottsdale, AZ],  Paul and I  stand around the counter in our little house in the woods and fry us up some Christmas cookies.

Waffle Iron cookies with Santa

Sorry they don’t ship well. Also sorry I wondered down memory lane. Oh well, it is that time of year.

PS. Do you recognize the table cloth under the waffle box? It was always on the Christmas dining table in Hilliard. I think I remember being with Mom when she bought it at Lazarus [Department Store in Columbus OH].  Unfortunately now I can only use it folded in half as there is an ever growing hole on one side.

Recipe for Waffle Iron Cookies, AKA Rosettes

Waffle Iron Cookies

Allergy Egg, Milk, Wheat
Meal type Dessert
Misc Child Friendly, Pre-preparable
Occasion Christmas
Region Swedish
Mother made "waffle cookies", a deep fried confection known as rosettes in Scandinavian countries.

Ingredients

  • 2lb shortening or oil (For frying)
  • 1 cup flour (Sifted or fluffed before measuring)
  • 1/2 cup evaporated milk
  • 1/2 cup water
  • 1 teaspoon sugar
  • 1/2 teaspoon salt
  • 1 egg (Beaten)
  • confectioner's sugar (To sprinkle over finished waffle cookie.)

Directions

1. Heat about 2 inches of oil or shortening 350 degrees
2. Mix milk, water, sugar, salt and egg together. Stir slowly into flour, then beat until smooth. Batter should be smooth and alost as thick as cream.
3. Heat waffle iron (rosette) in hot oil.
4. Dip iron into batter being careful not to get batter on top of the iron.
5. Dip the battered iron into the oil. As soon as batter begins to separate from the iron, gradually lift it up and allow Waffle to drop off into oil. When waffle is brown on one side, turn to brown on other side. Remove waffle from oil. Drain on paper towel.
6. Sift confectioner's sugar over the waffle when cooled. (Optional: add cinnamon and/or nutmeg to the sugar)
7. Store in air tightly covered container. May be reheated in warm oven.

A reader asks about the term “fluffing the flour”. Here’s my source.  I suggest this alternate because I realize to younger cooks, the flour sifter is a relic of the past.  Sifting is no longer “a thing.”  Do you use a flour sifter?

 

Happy Holidays

Time to take a bit of a break. Actually, because I have been presenting Grandma Vera’s letters from 1943 near the dates that she wrote them, I have kept the doors open here longer than I usually do during the holidays.

After the first of the year, I’ll be back with some statistics about the last year and a look forward at what may happen at Ancestors in Aprons in the new year.

Thanks for reading. Thanks for commenting. Thanks for asking questions and adding information.

I hope you and your family have a wonderful New Year.

 

Scandal Comes to Killbuck: Family Letters 1943

When the F.B.I. arrives in town, they create a momentary distraction from war worries and thoughts of family far away at Christmas time.

I estimate my grandmother Vera Anderson wrote this letter  to my mother, Harriette Anderson Kaser, about December 22 1943.  (The first page of the letter is missing and Grandma usually wrote the date or day of the week on that page).

Vera confirms the date that her son William (Bill) had sailed away from the states , December 11, and her plaint is that of so many during World War II. “Only wonder how he is and where he is tonight.” (That sounds kind of like a lyric to a WWII-era song.) Click on the image to get yourself some appropriate music)

I suspect I am missing two pages in this letter  since there is no greeting, and she usually starts with the date or the day she wrote the letter. Grandma  fills at least four pages with the usual rather mundane mentions of family–news that has arrived in letters, including a death of a cousin; the gas company leasing a right of way at the farm and the money goes for taxes; Grandma Vera , who has been working long hours, will send money rather than shopping for presents.

News of Family

She mentions a card from her brother Will and sister-in-law, Jean.  Vera’s brother recently retired from work as a company lawyer, and does not send her a check as he has in the past.

The girls and Sonny refers to her grand daughters JoAnn and Romona and “Sonny”, their brother Herb who frequently stayed overnight at her house when they had school activities that kept them later than the school bus that headed out toward their farm. They had a nice Christmas program (probably at school) and Grandma had attended.

The news of a death in the family arrives in a note from an elderly aunt, “Aunt Lib”–Elizabeth Stout Cunningham who has been living with her daughter Mary because of Aunt Lib’s poor health.  May Hayes, the cousin who died, had signed Vera’s autoraph book when they were young girls. These members of the Stout branch of the family lived in Guernsey County, but May had moved to Columbus where she died, and no one sent word to the family members back in Guernsey County.,

Town Scandal

But aside from family doings, the big news is the bank scandal, which Grandma Vera has pieced together from the various rumors racing through town.

From what Grandma has heard, the Killbuck Savings Bank was short of money, and at first it was believed that someone had robbed the bank. But when the F.B.I. investigators could not find anyone on the outside, they investigated employees. That is when they discovered that an employee had been forging bank notes.  Although he offered to pay the money back, he was arrested anyway, and is currently out on bail, thanks to his father-in-law.  Grandma feels sorry for his wife, but has no pity for him.

The story turns out to be even more dramatic than that told by Grandma.  I found articles in the Coshocton Tribune that spelled out the sequence of events.

Newspaper article

December 21 1943, front page article about Killbuck bank embezzlement.

December 21, a front page story in the Tribune tells us that in late 1942, Bernard Click, a clerk at the Killbuck bank had reported two robbers came in an knocked him over the head and stole $5,500.  He was found lying on the floor with a gash on his head, apparently unconcious.  But as Grandma said, no outside source of the missing funds could be found. Ironically, when Click was fired by the bank, he went to work for the Goodyear plant in Millersburg–the place that Grandma Vera Anderson worked.

On the day Grandma wrote her letter, December 22, the Tribune revealed that when he was fingered, Click offered to pay back the $5,500. Nobody knew how that would affect his case, but he was out on bail and the Grand Jury would hear the case.

December 30, the paper reported that Click was charged with stealing $16,000 from the bank and would serve four years in jail.

Transcript of Letter

Yes Wm sailed Sat Dec. 11. Only woder where he is and how he is tonight.  I know he would have been dissapointed if he couldn’t have gone.  He sent Bob a beautiful pen for Xmas.

I bet the dolly is cute. I hope I get a letter telling me your letter got there with the money.  Willa Berta intended to register that letter and she was sick that morning and Emmit sent it on not knowing I wanted it registered.  It will just be my luck for it to be lost.  I thought you could get what you wanted better than I could.  I do hope you got it. I sent it last week.

I never told you the Gas Co gave me $90.00, so much a rod for going across farm with a gas line. I paid it on taxes at farm.  I also paid the taxes on house here in town today. They have made a location for a deep well not far from where Wm had that gas well so lets hope we will get something good.

Now for the scandal.

The F.B.I. men picked up Click last Fri.  They say he has forged one note after another.  I heard first the bank was short but now they say he has made these notes.  Mr. Williamson just told me he heard he had the money to give them but they wouldn’t take it.  He is out on bail. I guess her father helped him.  Clifford Hyatt is in [the] bank.  The Inspectors have been here for several days. I understand they said they did not find anything out about the robbery on outside so decided they would look inside.

I feel sorry for ____[wife of the man accused] and girls but I don’t pity him.  Will let you know about it as it develops.

Sarah is at a sorority supper tonight.  I guess they are going down home this weekend.  Irene just came in Thought I would go to show but I don’t want to go.

A nice Xmas card from Will and Jean but not the usual check.  I expect they don’t have as much as they used to when he was working.  I hope he keeps well.

Haven’t heard from Maude. She owes me a letter.

The girls and Sonny was here last night. They had a nice Xmas program last night. I went for once.

A card from Aunt Lib telling of cousin May Hayes death.  She was still in Columbus and they never sent word until after she was burried.  Aund Lib said they was at Mary’s as she wasn’t able to do anything.

I must send them a card. I will not be writing you again before Xmas so want to thank you again and hope you get my letter with your Xmas. And hope Bunny gets her box.  Wish I could have sent you all more. I just gave Sarah and Bob also Herberts money and told them to get what they need most.

Wish you could be with us but as you can’t I wish you a happy Xmas. Give Bunny a big Hug (I don’t care if you squeeze her so hard as ‘the mudder’ did in the poetry.)  I know I could give her a big one if I had a hold of her.

Again wishing you a very Happy Xmas. We will be thinking about you.

With lots of love to you all and many thanks.

Your loving

Mother and Dad

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