
Maple Drop Cookies...sound delicious? I thought so...I picked up this recipe at a county fair last Autumn and have since been patiently waiting for maple syrup season here in Maine to give it a try...yes, I do realize I could have purchased pure maple syrup at the grocery store, but it's just not the same as buying it locally...newly bottled...straight from the dairy farm down the road...

amber gold in color...blended with my girl's farm fresh eggs...both ingredients used sparingly...my kitchen soon became fragrant with the sweetness of maple, such as that found in a sugar house...

out of the hot oven they came... Winslow Homer front and center...well, really all I can say... what a disappointment...one whole cup of liquid gold wasted...directions were followed to the "T" the cookies took on the appearance of a hockey puck (they were heavy too) and the texture, that of a Bisquick biscuit...

The Maple Drop Cookies were a bust...but by the look in Gladys' eye, I think she would offer a slightly different opinion...

a perk to owning one's own flock of chickens...almost nothing ever goes to waste...just ask Gladys...