Once upon a time, in a little Midwest town, there lived a German grandma named Lucia. She was 85 and made the best crackle-ginger cookies in all of the land. For more than 70 years, she made these cookies...but just once a year, at Christmastime. Kids, grandkids and great-grandkids always eagerly awaited the presentation of the cookie tray. Some had even been known to secretly spy, then sneak a couple of these ginger gems. It seemed Lucia was unaware of the prestige of her homemade goodies, so when asked by two grand-girls if they could "watch" her make her ordinary cookies, she was a bit taken aback, but agreed anyhow.
The grand-girls couldn't quite put their finger on just where the magic resided. The special dough, the gently-aged cookie sheets, the rolling of the logs, the sprinkling of sugar, the distinctive diagonal cut? Magic. It was in there somewhere.
We love you, Grandma! Thanks for sharing one of the most special days with us...we can't wait to eat those cookies on Saturday!
More sweet memories like this are what I hope our new year will be made of. Happy 2010!