These cookies bring back some of my most found childhood memories. Carefree summers, picnics in the park, and the best of the times I had with my mother. Now I enjoy them, too often maybe, with my children making new memories for myself and for them. If I keep making these memories so often I will be as big as a house soon This picture is actually comprised of two childhood memories the canisters behind the cookies were my mothers. She used them in the first place we lived together when I was a kid. More good times.
Oh, I know fellow knitters will appreciate this. The night before graduation I packed everything that I would need. My bag felt remarkably light and I couldn’t figure out why. Suddenly it occurred to me that I hadn’t packed my knitting. So I tossed it in the bag and my sister laughed and said she was going to take it out. In the morning I felt silly so I took it out. Well the whole nervous cab ride to the school, the entire squelching hot gradation and on the ride home all I could think was “I wish I had my knitting”. I could have finished Ms. Marigold. When I said this to my sister she just rolled her eyes at me. The nerve. It was her fault that I left it. The lesson here: Don’t let muggles talk you out of packing your knitting.