When I was very young (probably between 4 and 6) my mom walked in on me reading two Nancy Drew books at the same time. I would read one page of one book and then one page of the other book and then turn both pages at the same time. I have a vague memory of this. I explained to her that the stories were too formulaic and boring and therefore needed to be spiced up. (Not quite in those words, but that was the thought.)
From a very early age, I loved a good mystery. More often than not, the books I have checked out in Overdrive are mysteries. The really good ones have twists that you never see coming. The silly ones are fairly obvious from early on and I spend most of the book waiting for the characters to catch up to where I already am.There was one book I read a few years back where the main character knew who the killer was by asking for them for an answer to a cryptic crossword. I was confounded at the time, but have since learned to do cryptics. Not nearly as well as my friend that takes existing crossword puzzles and then writes his own clues to the answers. Also, not nearly as well, as our other friend who just has the sort of brain that overthinks everything (Yes, mom, even worse than I do.) I do best when I have someone else with whom I can discuss the possibilities. 
I am usually pretty good at sussing out secrets. Not always to my benefit. Occasionally, though, there are things that I just never see coming. Like when my half-brother became my half-sister. Never saw that coming.
Some of these recipes are like that. Where I just have no idea what it is that I’m supposed to expect. Like “Japanese” Chicken or Deviled Hot Dogs. Then there are others that give me an idea, but don’t give me a lot of details. Unbaked Cookies is a good example, as are most of the cake recipes. I spend a lot of time assessing what I know about cooking and applying that logic. That’s part of the appeal about doing this blog for me. Solving the mystery of these recipes, taking some pictures, trying them out so people know what to expect. It’s so easy these days to search for a recipe online. Most of them have explicit how-tos and pictures. It wasn’t always quite so easy. 
This recipe was an easy one. It just didn’t have a title. Or instructions. It’s probably a good thing that the thing I like to read best after mysteries is cookbooks. Yep. Just read them like novels. It’s a great way to see how ingredients are supposed to go together and which foods pair well with other foods. It gives you an idea of the culture and values of populations. Shows you how much time people have to cook or bake. It’s an anthropological study (read: mystery). 
Another note about these cookies, I don’t like creamy peanut butter. I know, I know, it might call one to question all sorts of things about me, but I said it. Peanut butter without nuts is just like paste. Texture needs to happen for me. It needs some crunch. It needs to be more than just glue that sticks to the roof of your mouth. You may point out that this recipe calls for cornflake crumbs and that should provide the texture I say I need, but that’s crisp, not crunch. Incidentally, these cookies are delicious.
Mystery Cookies
I cup margarine (2 sticks) creamed with 1/2 cup peanut butter, 1/2 cup granulated sugar, 1/2 cup brown sugar. When while creamed, add one egg and 1 tsp vanilla. Add 1/2 tsp baking soda, 1 1/3 cups of flour, 1/4 tsp salt. After everything is mixed together, gently mix in 1 cup of cornflake crumbs. Bake for 12-15 minutes at 350°. Yield is 4 dozen.
A recipe without a name but a “Recipe from the kitchen of Opal”. I love that! In looking at my great grandmother’s recipe cards and seeing her put which friend she got the recipe from just makes me smile. I love recipes I get from friends too! Thus, I love your blog, dear friend!
Opal is my grandma’s sister. And, incidentally also my grandma’s birthstone.