From The Heart

{A great recipe option can be found here}

My paternal Grandmother made these cookies every year for all of her five children. They each were given their very own tin. She made sugar butter cookies and peanut butter ones, in all shapes and colors, using a traditional metal cookie press. Watching my father and his siblings faux fighting over who had been given more than the other...with my decidedly plump, mumu wearing Polish Grandmother gazing lovingly at her babies, is without a doubt one of my fondest holiday memories. Even after she passed, while I was in college, they argued over which one of them was more deserving of the recipe, the baking sheets and the tins. Funny what people fight over after losing someone they love. For a couple years, when I was lucky enough to live near my father, he and I would get together to carry on the tradition. Sharing memories cloaked in laughter, hovering over a big batch of butter cookies. <3

{Cutting in the butter}

{So many choices she never had}

{Finding just the right amount of pressure}

{Two clicks and then hold for 5 seconds}

{Ready and waiting}