Not Your Granny’s Cookie…

Haute Cuisine? No, it isn’t. But before you run off, disgusted that such a simple cookie has been featured on this blog, you should read on. Not only is this NOT your typical no-bake cookie, I am also going to educate you a bit. Maybe.

Where I am from, “No-Bake” Cookies are called Preacher Cookies. I had always assumed I knew the reason they were called this, but after a bit of digging, I found another soul who confirmed it…The Hillbilly Housewife. She states “It got it’s name because it could be prepared quickly when a housewife looked out her window and saw the preacher riding up the mountain on his horse. By the time the preacher arrived, the cookies were cooling.” Nothing like a preacher showing up unannounced. Of course, if a preacher unexpectedly showed up at MY house, he’d more than likely meet a floor full of cabinet contents, toys spread high and low, me in my mismatched pajamas and my little devil standing on top of the oven drawer pushing buttons on the stove. (I know, I am a great Mom.)