This magical baking relic of the past that my Millenial mouth has never tasted. But, even though I never personally experienced the magic of Fluffo, you can bet I have heard, on more than one occasion, what a tragedy the loss of its golden fatty goodness was for my family recipes. Especially Mom's pie crust.
Waynesburg is 316 acres in the mid-east of Ohio, south from Akron. I remember very little about it in actuality. I remember it feeling small. But, not in a compressed sort of way. In a freeing way. It was like traveling back in time.
Finding time to just 'Bake For the Fun of It' is a laughable possibility in this house. But, on the rare occasion or holiday, when I have the time to make something, cookies are my go-to.
I don't know where Grandma Radcliff got this recipe. But I love it. And I attribute it to her. It's a great summer cake. Which is funny to post in the dead of winter. But, when you think about all the people it took to create you and how long that took? Summer doesn't seem too far away.