My grandmother used to make this amazing Christmas cookie - I don't think it ever had a name, but if you wanted one, you just said "I want THE cookie." People knew what you were talking about. They were that good. A few years ago I decided to begin making this cookie as a new Drescher family tradition, and like all foods I make, I named it after myself - thus the Druffle was born. The Druffle was met with rave reviews by all who enjoyed it's Christmas cookie goodness and there are rumors that at times certain people in certain homes would hide Druffles around the house in secret stashes so as not to run out - it is that good....
Last year, Karin's youngest sibling (Katie) and her husband (Graham) decided to jump into what had been up to that point a singly dominated holiday uffle cookie market. The Clarks introduced their cookie creation to the family as a direct competitor to the Druffle - the Cluffle. The Cluffle had some appeal, but really didn't match the Druffle for sophisticated holiday cookie yumminess. My opinion only.
Then came the biggest and most unexpected of 2008 holiday announcements - there was to be an Uffleoff on the eve of Christmas morn. Each family was to bring their Uffle creation to the Christmas Eve family celebration to do battle and once and for all (at least for this year) to determine the best uffle in the land.
The Franks brought the Fruffle, the Clarks brought Cluffle 2.0, the Wray's brought the Wruffle, the Dueces brought the Muffle, and the Dreschers of course brought the Druffle. The uffles were placed on a platter of pure crystal so as not to interfere with the complex mixtures of flavors and textures and was presented to the group for a taste testing vote. Official voting slips were handed to all participants of uffle age and the competition was ON!
When the ohhh'ing and ahhhh'ing were over and the votes were tallied, and the results were announced to an anxious group by Dr Peter M Frank PhD. This years winner was the Wruffle, followed by the Cluffle, and finally with the Fruffle coming in third. The official and final tally sheet can be seen below.
'll be honest, there were some tears shed and a few uffles thrown at the wall in indignant disbelief, but the talley sheet does not lie - unless Pete counted the votes incorrectly... There were many pats on my back that evening assuring me that the only reason the Druffle was pushed from the champion's seat was b/c of the economic downturn and that it will surely be back on top next year.
The Druffle tied the Muffle for last place this year. However, per the uffle code, a tie vote is broken by whomever comes up with a more catchy uffle rhyme. Since the Druffle does not and will not ever have a rhyme, the Muffle has been awarded the prestigous award of "Not Last Place" Congratulations Dan and Amy on your orange-liquer "not last place" victory and below is your rhyme to be enjoyed by all.
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There needs to be a slight correction in the origins of the druffle....it was made by Nono when James was little It is true that they did not have a name; however, Nono got the recipe from our neighbor in Decatur, IL, named Gail. Let's give credit where credit is due: NONO made the first druffles for which James became very fond of. I rest my case, Nono. As retribution for this grievous oversight please ship Nono one case of druffles ASAP!
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