The Butcher’s Daughter

March 6, 2014

Author: Sarah Horowitz

It’s 9 AM. I hear the familiar voice of the nine o’clock newsman on the radio. The pots stop rattling. It’s time for my mother to stop and listen. From my bed the Yiddish news takes over the smells from the kitchen.

The smell was overpowering, the mixture of chopped liver with cooking onions and fresh made cookies. That mixture for sure did not get me out of bed for breakfast. Instead I quietly listened to news from the gentle mans voice. The news about American Jews, Israeli Jews, what the weather was.

I knew my mom would review these news items with my aunts and neighbors. So I listened carefully. It was hot out. The day was waiting for me but I knew that my mom would make me eat. She was going to make me try the fresh meat for breakfast. I hate meat but I love cookies. The only way to get the cookies was to eat the meat.

Tried both and again my mom told me what a good girl I was. The butcher’s daughter has to eat meat for breakfast!

Ingredients:

10 cups flour

4 eggs

2 cups sugar

1tsp vanilla

1tbsp baking soda

1 glass orange juice

1lb margarine (salted)

1 glass oil

Preparation:

Mix-use cookie making machine. Try not to use the cutters with holiday themes e.g. trees, crosses, stars. Drop cookies brush with egg whites. Decorate with sprinkles and sugared nuts. Bake ten minutes. Cool on racks. Store in large pickle jars.