As soon as I was steady enough on my feet to stand on a chair without falling and cracking my head open, my grandmother started teaching me to bake. At first, all I did was mix (I had one heck of an arm for a kid my age). As I have grown I have continued to bake, and while my grandmother has long since passed on I believe that a small piece of my grandmother's love goes into every batch I bake. I truly love passing that feeling on to others. People have been telling me for years that my cookies are good enough to sell, I have finally decided to listen. I bake the comfort cookies you used to get at grandma's house, back when a cookie and a kiss on the boo-boo would make it all better. Come, take a bite and feel the nostalgia.
