I wonder if my mother turned over in her grave when you wrote that her ginger cookies were slabs. They were made in the shapes of gingerbread men, stars, circles with fluted egdes, halfmoons, and many other shapes but never, never slabs. For that matter I never made them in slabs either. Believe me on this one. I grew up with those cookies and help make them and frost them many, many,many times and never were they slabs. My mother was not that kind of person---to cut corners. She was a perfectionist!! She made the refridgerator cookies that were slabs but they were supposed to bethat way. Perhaps you were thinking of those.
We talked about it on the phone and finally decided that maybe I am remembering diamond shapes.
My perfectionist Grandmother Leta Sabin Trepal
She died thirty-five years ago, but in a funny way I still miss my Grandmother. I want to eat pink cookies and ask her to tell me again all the stories no one else seems to remember.
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Well said by a soon-to-be-grandmother!!! Now you will have your own traditions to impress upon the younguns!! Maybe you're own version of the pink cookies??
Yay for traditions! But maybe we better try to keep our traditions savory - I'm entirely too fond of cookies for my own good. :-)
I missed meeting Grandma Leta by a few years, and have always felt a sense of loss because of it- I obviously missed one of the great influences on my wife's life.
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