This last week, I took out the homemade cookbook my grandmother created and gave to me on my wedding day.
I opened it to the one cookie recipe that takes me back 50 years to childhood holiday visits in her Cincinnati house.
The Temptation Was Too Much
I could not resist my Memaw’s Viennese Crescent cookies. I’d slip down the staircase at her home during the holidays before anyone else woke up in the house, to sneak a couple of the cookies out of the round cookie tin.
I wasn’t a very good cookie thief. I always left a trail of evidence including a trail of crumbs and sugary little fingerprints. Still, getting caught rarely stopped me. It was a cookie but it felt like love, like my Memaw’s love for me. A petite, redhead with blue eyes and an easy laugh, she would hug me so hard with her apron covered in flour. She smelled like cookies too.
Such Wonderful Memories
Today, I just take a bite or smell the crescents in the oven and I am back in my Memaw’s kitchen, the memory of her baking with me at her side, strong and sweet.
I was thinking about those memories as I served the cookies at Thanksgiving, watching our niece’s children pretend to be butterflies in our living room; everything warm and bellies full; games played, pictures taken.
Everyone goes home with a plate of leftovers but I know the best leftovers are the memories.
I touch the recipe pages my Memaw typed and even though she passed away 30 years ago, I still have her with me, her cookbook and her Viennese crescent cookies.
Dare to share your memories and create new ones this holiday season.