Every year, one month out of the year ever since I can remember, my dad will take over the kitchen to make his mother’s special sugar cookie recipe for Christmas. As soon as December first, my birthday, rolls around, out comes the wax paper, roller, dough, and sugar. Our entire house smells like nutmeg and sugar, a smell that will instantly get me excited for the coming of Christmas. No amount of Christmas music or ornaments can make me feel the joy of Christmas like my grandmother’s Christmas cookie recipe.
The two special things about these cookies are the history and the preparation. My grandmother would make these cookies with my dad and his siblings when they were were little. Every year they would each have their own job in what looked like an assembly line of Christmas cookies. I was only five years old when Mama Pat passed away, so it is especially important to my dad and the rest of the family that we keep the tradition going in her memory.
What makes the cookies so special to me is the way that they are made. The three of us each have our own job. My dad’s is to make the dough from scratch and roll it out, my job is to spread the sugar evenly over the cookie, and my mom’s job is to make sure the cookies get in and out of the oven on time. The cookies remind me of how lucky I am to have such an amazing family.
The fact that these cookies are covered in sugar definitely makes it a comfort food. Whenever I’m in the kitchen over the next couple months I grab one of the hundreds of cookies that we make. All of our close friends and family look forward to the tin of cookies we bake for them. These cookies also give me a way to remember my grandmother. Even though I was very young I can still remember her face and most of the things we did together. Whenever we make her cookies I know she will never be forgotten.
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Lauren Boone
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