Yes, the first batch of my crackle-top molasses cookies is ready for me to take to the staff room tomorrow. These cookies are special to me, not the least because they are super easy to make. But the essential reason is that when I make these cookies, I remember. I remember when I got the recipe for them. One of my room-mates during my fourth and final year of university had made them with her mother in our apartment and I tasted one, and immediately needed the recipe. I wrote it on yellow paper and still read it to this day, more than twenty-five years later. I remember baking them with the man who became my husband and we had this idiotic conversation about how the cookies were lined up like kids in a classroom which led to a dissection on the shortcomings of modern education. I remember filling the tall cookie tin that can easily hold a hundred cookies with this cookies and days later, picking up the tin to hear two cookies skid around the bottom. I remember filling Christmas tins with them to give to the bachelors in my life.This evening, when the second pan of them came out of the oven, I joked with my daughter that we needed to taste them to ensure they were at my usual high standards. I hope I remember that when she took a bite and said, "Mmmm. They are."Every time I share them, I get a memory as sweet and addictive as the cookie itself.