Molasses arrived in the Maritimes aboard the trading ships that carried fish south to the Caribbean, and it came back north in barrels — cheaper than sugar and twice as flavourful. Atlantic bakers folded it into everything, but nothing took to it like a cookie. The old folks still call them lassy cookies.
These are the soft, dark, spice-scented cookies that sat in every Maritime cookie jar: ginger and cinnamon against that deep, almost smoky molasses sweetness. They keep for days, travel well, and taste like a kitchen that smells of baking on a rainy afternoon.

