
In the picture you see both my grandmother's rolling pin and her bread board, as she called it, which I roll out my dough on. It's funny, when I was small I thought both objects where huge. Time has made them smaller.
Making cookies is a long family tradition. One that my cousin Sandy and I kept going. I remember the one time, she brought tons of cookie sheets and we rolled and stacked and roll and stacked and then baked, we practically looked professional. Ah the good times. This year we almost lost her, and as I rolled out the cookies and scraped the dough I thought constantly of her. It is funny how something so small can hold so many memories.
Here is wishing you many merry memories this holiday season.
and that's another day in Catasauqua.
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