Like any other cookie recipe in our house at that time, we would have to make triple batches to have enough to share with the neighbors.
My mother loved to hear the bagpipes playing and would make us listen to records of songs on bagpipes.
My grandfather had a kilt, and I have pictures of him wearing it. Around the holidays, when my mother would get into a cookie baking mood, she would grab her cookbooks off the shelf and make a list.
Since my mother has passed, it’s not really quite the same. I miss the ways her eyes would light up when she saw her grandchildren. Once you get started, you are sure to want to make them over and over again.
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