Monday, November 13, 2006
comforts of home
On a cold, blustery day, nothing beats mom's cookies.
She would make them for our birthday party goodie bags, Christmas give-aways and exchanges, and recently for church bazaars.
Our dining room area would look like a factory with baking racks on the dining room table and cookie sheets anywhere they could be placed--on chairs, other tables....Of course, when she made her spritz cookies, we would have to help put the sprinkles on them. (At the time, I rebeled helping, but now I look back and am glad to have such nice baking memories with her.)
She had the "gun" like gadget that pressed out her spritz cookies, which I could never get the right pressure to get them out--she had the special touch.
Earlier this year, we celebrated my grandmother's birthday, which I posted about here, I hand carried these cookies back to Japan and put them into my freezer.
Recently, I took a couple out for us to eat, warmed them up in a low heat oven, put some mac nut ice cream on the side and voila! comforts of home!