Growing up, my Grandma made her Scottish Shortbread for most family gatherings, and always at Christmas. That's when I think about most when I think of her shortbread: Christmas. For some reason, I didn't make it last year and I can't remember making it the year before that, either. Imagine tasting something you love after not having tasted it for more than 2 years!
I dug out Grandma's old cookie tin (it even has her name and address on the bottom). I also found her hand written recipe card for the shortbread. Three special memories in one photograph.
Yesterday, Eric went to Ella's school to help make a Gingerbread house. I couldn't wait to see it!
This is something I do not have memories of making as a child (which doesn't necessarily mean I never made one). So, it was fun to see what eric and Ella made. All week, she's been singing: "You can't catch me, nobody can. I'm the Gingerbread Man!" Sweet!
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