this life for rent

The "Wham, Bam, Thank you, M'am." Winter Tour 2007 of the Hellmouth went without a hitch. Now I am back in dear old tallytown, where I am freezing my toesies off.

(I went from 80 degree weather in the Hellmouth to the current temperature of 35 degrees.)


Today, I will go to the grocery store and get ingredients for Christmas Eve dinner. (Salmon steaks, steamed asparagus, something the Frugal Gourmet calls "Christmas Eve Pasta" a dish consisting of penne pasta, cream sauce, fresh peas, red bell peppers and onions. It certainly looks festive.)


An exciting addition to the meal and my life, "Grandma cookies".

This has to be the best winter ever because I received the sacred "Grandma cookies" recipe. (For my own personal gluttony and not commercial use, of course.)

I have been gorging myself on these morsels of love and awesome since the first Christmas I knew belismakr and first stumbled upon the "Grandma cookie".

And what is a "Grandma cookie"? At it's root definition it is a sour cream cookie with icing, but that simple definition does it no justice.

When you first bite into a "Grandma cookie" you notice the delicate crunch softening by the delicate schmear of icing. After that you feel the flaky soft inner cookie play with the mons of your tongue. At this point, if you are quiet enough, you can hear your taste buds sing the second verse of Handel's "Messiah".

Yes, they are that good.

Today I will make my first attempt at recreating the "Grandma cookie". Personally, I think the reason they taste so incredible is due to the amount of Grandma love she puts into each cookie. Here is hoping I can replicate that love.