How does one start? The beginning? Probably, I guess.
An ode to a special lady.
My love of cookies and baking began in the kitchen of my mothers mother, whom I call Gran. My fondest memories of her take place with her old sunbeam mixer, flour, sugar, and softened butter. We would bake these cookies together, with warm afternoon light spilling in through her kitchen window. It is probably the most meaningful thing a grandmother could ever do. The cookies of course were delicious, but I never knew back then how meaningful that time spent with Gran would be to me later on. The cookies, simply put, are the humble beginning to my love of baking, and the foundation of my passion for homemade, fresh from the oven goodness.
Seems like a pretty good place to start to me!
I re-discovered her recipe in her old red recipe-card tin. I love seeing her familiar, shaky (but sure) handwriting. When I make these, I am instantly transported back to her kitchen and happy memories of my childhood.
ALSO, they are called Ginger Sparklers and is that not the cutest name for a cookie? They are rolled in granulated sugar before they are baked, which gives them their signature sparkly glam to live up to the name.
Recipe from Anne Marie Barclay (AKA Gran)