Baking My Grandma’s Christmas Cookies (a/k/a Why We Need Grandmothers)

This happened many years ago when my oldest son was in Kindergarten. My grandmother read it soon afterward and thought it was such a great story. So, as embarrassing as it is, here’s the story. I hope you enjoy it as much as my grandmother did.

So, here’s the deal. My 5-year-old son had his class Christmas party today. I, being the loving Mommy that I am, promised him I would bake some cookies for the party. My grandma, being the awesome Grandma that she is, has this incredible sugar cookie recipe that is out of this world — cut into shapes, frosted with homemade frosting, utter deliciousness. For years, she made these cookies each and every year, for our entire family. We live in Florida, and she in Michigan, but she would send a batch to us in Florida. She’s gotten quite a bit older now, though, and unfortunately doesn’t make the cookies anymore.

So, I thought I’d give my son a special treat, and make my grandmother’s recipe. I followed her recipe precisely. I had to refrigerate the dough for two hours, it said. It lied. After two…