So, I was thinking of a topic for today’s slice. “Write what you know” the famous advice for all writers. What do I know? Hmm. If I were to compile an expert list, I would surely name “baking cookies” as number one. I am a cookie-baking Mom-Mom.
My Grandchildren don’t request birthday cakes, they want Mom-Mom cookies. These cookies are ones my Italian immigrant mother used to make. They are “S” shaped, iced with vanilla royal icing, and sprinkled with nonpareils. The recipe makes over 200 cookies and uses only 1 cup of sugar. So, I convinced the parents (my children) that they were healthy. Never mind that I use a dozen eggs and a pound of butter.
I love baking those cookies because doing it reminds me of my mother and the times she spent baking with me after I was married and the mother of young children of my own. I hear her voice, “Bringa the eggs outa the fridge so they no be too cold, Diana.” I was the youngest of 11 children, born when my mom was 40 years old. I miss my mom every day, even though she will have been gone 35 years this September. These cookies are a tangible connection to her.
I bake other cookies too, of course: Double chocolate chip, pecan sandies, snickerdoodles. But Mom-Mom cookies are everyone’s favorite.