If you’ve read some of my previous posts, you already know that my husband and I moved into our forever home in September. We didn’t just move to a different neighborhood or a different city within the state, we moved just outside the city limits of a much smaller city IN A TOTALLY DIFFERENT STATE.… Continue reading SHOWING GRATITUDE WITH COOKIES
When Christmas baking time rolled around, my grandfather had two traditional responsibilities: 1) pick me up at home after the bus dropped me off from school, and 2) chief cookie taste tester.
At least for me, this is where it all began. My earliest memories of Christmas cookie baking were set in my grandmother’s kitchen. She would mix the dough for the first of the many batches of Christmas cookies after the Thanksgiving company left. The first? Pepperkakor. To her they were the ones that took the… Continue reading PEPPERKAKOR ON FRIDAY
It was a warm early summer Sunday, I suppose, but I don’t remember clearly. What I do remember, or so I think, is that it was the end of Sunday School for the year. That Sunday there was usually a church picnic at one of the larger local parks. My mother had prepared what she… Continue reading CHURCH PICNIC SALAD