When I was little girl, growing up in Minneapolis, I was often awoken by the smell of Thumbs being made by my mom, Barb, the original Thumb-Maker. As long as I can remember, my mom's Thumbs have been a permanent request at any and all occasions. As I watched her roll dough into perfect circles and then finish each one with a perfect thumbprint, I realized these Thumbs had to be more than just any
cookie. My mom wasn't just baking these cookies because they tasted good, but also to share her love for family and friends--just like my grandmothers, great-grandmothers and the other matriarchs in our family had done. In honor of the talented, inspirational and caring ladies who have made me who I am today, I hope you'll enjoy these Thumbs. I promise that they were made with Barb's thumbprint of approval.
**Yes. Still acting. Not a quitter, just adding another title to my life: Thumb Maker
