Eats + Molasses Cookies + A Beautiful Poem

Good morning! Have you guys tried my Baked Salmon with Lemon Mustard Dill Sauce yet?

I made it last night and was reminded why it’s one of my favorite blog recipes ever. Soooo good. 

The salmon gets super tender and juicy from the marinade – even Matt absolutely loves it and salmon isn’t normally his fave. 

I made a ton so we had enough for leftovers, which is always a win! 

Paired with some sauteed spinach + string beans + brown rice:

I was craving cookies for dessert, probably because as I mentioned in my weekend recap we are staying at my parent’s house right now while we try to sell our house, and my mom is a really good baker!

Luckily she enjoys baking and offered to help me indulge my craving. 🙂 

She made one of my all-time faves: molasses cookies! 

The recipe comes from this old cookbook from the town where my great grandparents lived – neat!

She uses butter instead of shortening but otherwise follows the recipe.

Be sure to cream your sugar and butter (aka mix them together until they become creamy) before adding in the other ingredients! 

Speaking of my great grandparents, I want to share a beautiful poem written by my great grandfather that my mom stumbled upon last week at my grandmother’s apartment. Every year for their Christmas card my great grandfather used to write a poem; this one was from 1984 when he was 90 years old. 

He was a writer for a living – he wrote over 50 books, and in his younger days he worked at a newspaper. He had a beautiful way with words. 

Anyway – I loved this poem and thought you all might enjoy it, too. 

Remember when? How brightly flares

The torch of memories one shares

With those we love, who cherish then

Years hidden deep in where and when,

Vanished into the unawares.

 

Aye, warmly glows the lamp that bares

Our joys and sorrows, hopes and cares

Through span full four score years and ten.

Remember when?

 

How swift they raced, like hounds and hares,

And yet to hail them back one dares.

Oh, gladdest, saddest words that pen

Or tongue can tell of mortal men,

Such are the glimpses memory spares.

Remember when?