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Easy Mint Thins — Thin, Sweet, and Baked With the Weight of What We Carry Forward

Five years. Week 258. The anniversary arrives without ceremony because the ceremony is every week — every entry, every meal, every time I stand at the stove and write about the standing. The ceremony is not the anniversary. The ceremony is the practice. And the practice has been five years of the same thing: cook, write, love, repeat. The repetition is the life. The life is the repetition. And neither one apologizes for the other.

I have been thinking about the cookbook with increasing seriousness — not just the outline but the execution, the actual writing of the actual book, the sitting at the desk every morning and producing pages that are not journal entries but chapters. The journal has been the rehearsal. The rehearsal is over. The performance — the book — is waiting for me to begin, and the beginning is the hardest part, because the beginning requires believing that the book is worth writing, and the believing requires the faith that what I know about Mama's cooking is worth preserving, and the preserving requires the hope that someone besides me will care, and the caring requires the reader, and the reader requires the book, and the book requires the beginning, and the beginning is now.

Mama was quiet all week — not agitated, not confused, just quiet. She sat in the kitchen and watched the light change and did not speak. The silence was not alarming. It was the silence of a woman who has used up most of her words and who is conserving the remaining ones for the moments that require them. The conservation is not choice. It is the disease. But the result looks like wisdom, and the looking is enough.

Robert has been reading to Mama from "Their Eyes Were Watching God" — the Hurston novel that the library gave me at my retirement party, the novel about a woman who finds her voice after years of silence. The reading is both ironic and perfect: a novel about finding voice being read to a woman who is losing hers, the words of Janie Crawford entering the room where Carolyn Simmons sits in a silence that Hurston would have understood, because Hurston understood that silence is not emptiness. It is waiting. And the waiting is for the story that the silence is carrying.

I made Mama's benne wafers — the sesame seed cookies that are Charleston's oldest recipe, brought from West Africa, baked in Lowcountry kitchens for three hundred years. The wafers are thin and sweet and carry more history per square inch than any other cookie in America. I baked them because the anniversary required something that honored the past, and the benne wafers are the past — the African past, the Southern past, the Mama past — baked in the present, for the future.

The benne wafers were for Mama — for the three hundred years they carry, for the African past folded into every thin, sesame-seeded layer — but after I set them out and watched her sit in her quiet kitchen light, I found myself at the counter again, needing to bake something that was just mine, something for the five years and the book that is waiting to begin. These Easy Mint Thins have that same quality I love in the benne wafer: thin, precise, sweet with intention, the kind of cookie that does not overstay its welcome but leaves something behind. Baking them felt like signing my own name at the bottom of a very long letter.

Easy Mint Thins

Prep Time: 15 min | Cook Time: 12 min | Total Time: 27 min | Servings: 36 cookies

Ingredients

  • 1 cup all-purpose flour
  • 1/2 cup unsweetened cocoa powder
  • 1/4 teaspoon salt
  • 1/2 cup (1 stick) unsalted butter, softened
  • 3/4 cup granulated sugar
  • 1 large egg
  • 1 teaspoon pure peppermint extract
  • 1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract
  • 6 oz dark chocolate (60–70% cacao), finely chopped
  • 1 teaspoon coconut oil or neutral oil (for thinning the chocolate)

Instructions

  1. Make the dough. In a medium bowl, whisk together flour, cocoa powder, and salt. In a separate large bowl, beat butter and sugar together until light and fluffy, about 2–3 minutes. Add the egg, peppermint extract, and vanilla extract and beat until combined. Gradually mix in the flour mixture until a smooth dough forms.
  2. Chill. Flatten the dough into a disk, wrap in plastic, and refrigerate for at least 30 minutes until firm enough to roll.
  3. Preheat and prepare. Preheat oven to 350°F. Line two baking sheets with parchment paper.
  4. Roll thin. On a lightly floured surface, roll dough out to about 1/8-inch thickness — as thin as you can manage without tearing. Use a 2-inch round cutter to cut into circles and transfer to prepared baking sheets.
  5. Bake. Bake 10–12 minutes until set and the edges are firm. The cookies will crisp further as they cool. Transfer to a wire rack and cool completely.
  6. Melt the chocolate. In a small saucepan over very low heat, or in a double boiler, melt chopped dark chocolate with the oil, stirring until smooth and glossy. Remove from heat and let cool slightly.
  7. Coat. Dip each cooled cookie into the melted chocolate, letting the excess drip off, then place on parchment. Alternatively, spread a thin layer of chocolate over each cookie with a small offset spatula. Let set at room temperature or refrigerate for 10 minutes until firm.

Nutrition (per serving)

Calories: 78 | Protein: 1g | Fat: 4g | Carbs: 10g | Fiber: 1g | Sodium: 20mg

Naomi Blackwood
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Naomi Blackwood
Week 258 of Naomi’s 30-year story · Charleston, South Carolina
Naomi is a retired librarian from Charleston who spent thirty-one years putting books in people's hands and now spends her days putting her mother's Lowcountry recipes on paper before they're lost. She survived her husband's affair, her father's sudden death, and the long goodbye of her mother's final years. She cooks she-crab soup in a bowl that Carolyn brought from Beaufort, and in every spoonful you can taste the marsh and the memory and the grace of a woman who chose to stay and rebuild.

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