Tag: cookies

into the woods.

Fresh Scratch, Rosemary Meyer Lemon Drop

Finally, a new season. Winter, how the heck are ya?! I’m coming at you from my hiding spot this week in a log cabin in the middle of Idaho, wood stove going, wrapped in a quilt, flannel pajama pants on, surrounded by snow and books and good company. This is my reset button.

In other words, hello – it’s me. I’m back. I’m happy. I’m more than okay. I want to thank you for all of your thoughtful words after my last post an entire season ago. I shouldn’t have been so surprised by all the people who reached out to me – because I am a lucky girl who has all the best people – but I was touched in a way that may sound odd, given the circumstances. Those of you who have had the experience of walking down the aisle to get married may know what I mean: you looked at all the people smiling at you and felt so loved. So supported. I know this wasn’t that, but it felt the same somehow. I still have all that matters.

After sharing the news with you that my family was changing, the sands beneath my feet really shifted in a matter of days; things went from bad to worse, and I truly needed all the nice things you said, all the hugs, all the good vibes. I didn’t think anything would bring me more consuming grief than losing my dad, but these events did. They brought the heat in a not-nice way. But you know what? It’s in those kinds of battles where we become warriors.

I feel stronger than ever. I feel resolute. I feel solid. I feel more kind. My girls are thriving. I got that house I was hoping for – gingerbread and all – and we’ve settled into a new normal over the last six weeks or so. It feels right. And if I can just follow what feels right and never stray from that, I’m golden.

Fresh Scratch, winter field

I was getting tired of just surviving, and I was really starting to miss the things that make me feel twinkly {is that a word? who cares! it is now.}. Then a couple weeks ago, the snow just started dumping on my drive home. I had stuck my big camera up high in my closet upon moving in, but on this day I dragged in the stool, climbed up, and greeted my old buddy. As we walked toward that pretty field up there, I felt something familiar: excitement. It’d been a while. I snapped that shot and just knew my magic was back. Just like you know all the things you just know.

Here’s what happened after:

I thought of this.

I sat in front of the Christmas tree I had cut down by myself {so much harder than it looks! the girls made so much fun of me, especially when I said, “Quit talking! I am trying to cut down this tree!”}, read a book {I just finished this one, and just started that one}, and remembered this.

I recreated my exact cookie party components from last year, then had like 20+ of my ladies over to my house on a school night, where we boozed it up and got so loud I had to shout across the kitchen to Emily. It felt like a christening of laughter for my house. Promptly at 9:30, they all went home. That’s how we moms party.

And now I’m at the cabin. Because in the quiet moments of my storm, I knew that this was the place to wash ashore.

What’s next? Well, checking on the fire, for starters.

The rest is wide open.

Thanks for making my heart grow three times as big.

xoxo, ms. fresh scratch



my grammy’s no-bake cookies.

Fresh Scratch, No-Bake Cookies

Fresh Scratch, Grammy

Today would’ve been my Grammy’s 92nd birthday. Since her passing a little over a year ago, I have found myself flipping open the lid to her little tin recipe box whenever I miss her, inhaling the smell of her house and then closing it really fast so the magic doesn’t run out.

Her greatest hits were the baked goods, not the dinners. Spaghetti with huge pieces of leftover KFC tucked into the sauce comes to mind…

Nope, it was the berry pies, the banana bread, the cobblers, the cookies. For my grandpa’s birthday {he’s the Dewey mentioned in the card above} this month, all he wants is her apple pie, and so I will do my best. It won’t be the same, but he’ll pretend that it is.

Fresh Scratch, No-Bake Cookies

My favorite little gem in that recipe box is for these no-bake cookies, which I honestly do not recall her making. This is something the girls and I can whip up a batch of in no time, something that can happen after our days at school and before my energy level slides to less than zero.

Grammy's No-Bake Cookies


  • 1 stick of butter
  • 2 c. sugar
  • 3 T cocoa powder
  • 1/2 c. milk
  • 2/3 c. peanut butter
  • 3 c. quick cooking oats
  • 1 T vanilla


  1. Melt butter, sugar, cocoa powder, and milk together. Bring to a boil for 1 minute.
  2. Remove pan from heat and add peanut butter, oats, and vanilla.
  3. Stir.
  4. Let thicken and cool a few minutes.
  5. Drop by the teaspoon full onto wax paper.
  6. Eat when cool.


Grammy originally used margarine - I don't. She also called for less oatmeal than is listed here - I found them to be a bit runny. I line cookie sheets with was paper and then chill them after dropping the cookies on them, just to hurry up the process. These keep just fine covered at room temperature for a few days. If they last...

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