This morning G and I made some of my grandmother's sugar cookies to send to my dad. He's had a pretty rough year and he has amazed me with how positive and strong he has stayed through it all. In my family we only give gifts to the kids and the adults rotate picking a charity to give to instead of one another. Even so I wanted to do something special for my dad.
His mother's cookies are the stuff of legend in my family. After Grandma wasn't able to make them anymore, my mother started making them for us. G and I used to help I but got bored rather quickly and after the first batch I would rather eat them then make more.
Since my mother passed away g and I have been the ones to make them. Its taken a few years for us to get them just right, they have to be very very thin and just the right amount of browning at the edges.
This year I stuck to it up until the last batch so G finished them off. He got a little creative and made a shack and Maggie cookie. Of course that meant we had to stage a whole scene with the shack and Maggie, complete with snowflakes and trees. It must have been from all the sugar in the cookies we ate.
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