04/05/2026
Grandmas Easter cookies 🐣
Every Palm Sunday, she would wake me up at 5:30 in the morning so we could go down to the little bakery next to the house and make Easter cookies. She always wanted to be the first in the neighborhood!!! We never made them at home because she would bake huge batches, so we had nowhere to bake them.
So we’d go to the bakery, she’d tie my apron, and we’d begin…
No matter how many years pass, no matter that she’s gone… with that very first taste of the dough, I always feel like we’re still there together in that bakery.
And when that smell fills the air as they bake, I’ll always be climbing the stairs with trays full of cookies, covered and warm.
It’s strange how moments work… they pass, but they never really leave us 🤍
Come and give it a try, they are delicious!!!
