I love traditions and those grand women I hold so dear are often wrappped up sweetly by a tradition of their own. Mimi - my extraordinary grandmother - had help so she wasn't in the kitchen. But she loved a good sweet and one of her favorites was a lace cookie. Mmm - the perfect crunch; light and delicate!
Next came Aggie, the grandmother in Texas that "adopted" me - she was my cousin's, but I latched onto her when we moved to the Panhandle. Christmas & Aggie = Hershey Pudding. Oh, vanilla ice cream has never been better dressed by this warm, gooey, thick chocolate sauce.
My Mother had been a gourmet cook. I have her cookbooks to prove it.
However, when she made the move that changed her life, she changed dramatically as well. She was not drinking the last 12 (???) years of her life and replaced her evening toddy with a chocolate chip cookie. How mundane, you say? Well...these tins were coveted by all. She would make a batch and bring them to whomever she visited. My oldest would see her drive up: "Here comes Mimi...and THE COOKIES!"
I wonder...what will I be remembered for?