Clove Cookies


clove cookes

I have books and folders and boxes full of recipes that I must make.  I am constantly ripping pages out of magazines, scribbling food ideas in my notebooks, knocking up a list of ingredients on my phone.  I love pulling them out and perusing my options in my search for inspiration. This cookie recipe has been lurking towards the top of one pile for about 6 months, but I have finally gotten to it.  And it is a good one!

The source of this recipe is a blog called The Runaway Spoon (, which is a blog full of delicious food.

You need to like cloves to enjoy this recipe, but if you do, you will find them delicious and wonderfully simple to make.


  • 1/2 c  melted  butter
  • 1 c sugar
  • 1 t vanilla
  • 1 egg
  • 1 c flour
  • 1 t ground cloves

Stire the melted butter into the sugar in a large bowl until well blended. Beat in egg and vanilla until smooth.

Sift flour and cloves into the butter mixture and mix until well blended.  Chill the dough in the refridgerator for at least 15 minutes to firm.

Pre-heat oven to 180C. Line two baking trays with baking paper. Drop small teaspoon of dough onto the trays and space them about an inch apart. Press down lightly. Bake for 7-9 minutes, until the cookies have spread and the edges start to brown. Leave to cool for one minute and then carefully transfer to a wire rack to cool.

Can be stored in an airtight container for up to a week.  Makes approximately 2 dozen.


About baking bohemian

My name is Jen and I am the baking bohemian. My blog identity comes from the cultural background of my mother’s family, (Bohemian), and my mother’s more left wing lifestyle (bohemian). The big ‘B’ Bohemian refers to the rich cultural heritage of our family that emigrated from Bohemia when it was still its own country (it now comprises two thirds of the Czech Republic). Food featured prominently in the family and broader social life of that part of my family. No social interaction was without sustenance, and any celebration, large or small, was an invitation to cook up a storm. My own family emigrated from the United States to Australia when I was a child. For the most part we lived with our mother, and my dad eventually moved back to the US. The little ‘b’ bohemian relates to the semi-alternative lifestyle we led with our mother. I hesitate to refer to her as a hippy, for that conjures up so many misconceptions, but certainly she was on that side of the fence. She was probably more eccentric than radical at the end of the day, but she could really cook. We always set extra plates at the dinner table because inevitably people would visit at dinner time. I started cooking when I was about eight. Cookies. Obviously I was motivated by desire! I loved cooking, I loved that the kitchen was always, in every way, the heart of the house, so I was always part of anything else that was happening while I was cooking. I loved people loving my food. With all the different things that I have done in my life and am interested in, food has remained my most consistent and enduring passion.

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