You see before you the fabulous Olive Oyl cookie jar of my dreams, currently being sold on ebay. If you can afford a couple hundred bucks for a cookie jar-it's all yours, I'm not in a bracket to compete. Or, you could just enjoy it my way, by gazing upon it and marveling, and lusting after it shamelessly.
It is here as a symbol of the emptiness of my (lesser) cookie jar. I'd better let you know from the start that a recipe for genuine guerilla cookies is not available here. Or anywhere else, except possibly for pilgrims to a sort of legendary hermit guy..but that may be an urban legend...or not.
Guerilla cookies were large, individually wrapped cookies I often bought in Madison, Wisconsin during my years as a student there in the early seventies. They were sold at the Mifflin Street Co-op, by street vendors, and in the Rathskeller at the Student Union. They were not cheap, but they were almost a meal. There was lots of stuff in them, and I'm not sure what all of it was, but they were delicious.
I know there was oatmeal and there was coconut, because I could taste both. Besides, they had that quality of tasting like real food, and not just a dessert, which makes oatmeal cookies so satisfying. Sometime ago, I vainly thought that it would surely be possible to find the original recipe and/or its creator, on the internet.
Instead, I found emails with varying interesting versions of this saga in the Wisconsin State Journal and the wisconsin.com websites. The story seems to be that the recipe is in the hands of, and possibly is the creation of one Ted Odell. He lives, some say, sort of in the woods, with no phone and so on. He purportedly doesn't want the recipe in the public domain, because it could be exploited for profit by the unscrupulous, who I guess would most likely be imperialist running dogs and their evil minions-that sort of person. I'm not entirely unsympathetic.
However, assuming this story is true, I would suggest to (or beg) Ted O. to pass the recipe on to some nonprofit enterprise of which he approves, for use in fund raising. I'll bet such an organization could make a bundle for a cause he didn't loathe, mail-ordering genuine guerilla cookies to Madisonians and ex-Madisonians. I, for one, am ready to order some right now. They keep well too, so they'd be perfect for a mail order fund raising. I sure could go for a real guerilla cookie.
I can't hoist on a knapsack and search out Ted Odell, begging for the recipe with promises of secrecy. And I wouldn't if I could, because you see, Mr. O, it is my firm belief that Recipes are for The People! I'd feel honor bound to liberate that recipe, and won't be pretending otherwise.*
In any event, I am hoping to make for personal and friendly consumption something not unlike the original, and invite anyone who harbours memories of the Guerilla Cookie, whether it be of ingredients they believe they noticed, or any other Guerilla Cookie memories , to comment here, or send me an email, by March 1st, so I can consider any available information.
'Til then, a girl can dream. Omigod, the beret/lid is so wonderful.
*I'm not actually kidding about this; I don't like the whole concept of hoarded secret recipes, and firmly believe that the sharing and preparing of real food is an important human link.