I came from a cookie-baking tradition and raised three children and some of my seven grandchildren in my flour-dusted kitchen. Cookies were not just a holiday phenomenon. We baked cookies year-round and had our favorites for Christmas, of course, for after school snacks, for camping, for taking on the boat at the lake, for gift-giving, for secret midnight snacking, for college care packages, for 4-H meeting treats, and for thank you gifts to others who’d done favors for us. I still have a huge tub filled with cookie cutters I’ve collected over the years as well as a variety of baking pans specific to certain recipes. I even have a Springerle rolling pin.
Whether baking or enjoying the results with tea, coffee, or ice cold milk, our cookie tradition always has been sprinkled with stories and memories from my childhood — the family history, I suppose.
Do not look for recipes on this blog. What I am posting are the precious stories of a lifetime — stories a little smudged by cookie crumbs.