Yesterday I baked sugar cookies. It was somewhat of a struggle with new cookie sheets, new gas oven and higher altitude, but only burnt the first batch. I have seen a darling little boy on his bike and figured out he lived next door. I decided my random act of kindess would be to take him some cookies which we did before our walk today. Wish I had gotten his picture. He was so polite and thrilled with the cookies.
One of my reasons for doing this was because when I was I was young girl we had neighbor, Mrs. Nelson, she always brought over a small basket with these powder sugar cookies in it. I remember sneaking in the kitchen and stealing cookies. They were so good and I have never tasted anything like them. You would take one bite and powder sugar went everywhere. Then one year, many years later, as a married woman I saw on the cover of Family Circle Magazine a picture that looked like these cookies from my past. I bought the magazine and make the cookies from the picture. I was so thrilled. It was them. Those lovely cookies. It turns out they are a Norwegian cookie called Fattigman. Which means poor man. Should be named fat man because they are strips of dough tied in a bow and fried. I use to make them for my mom every year. Haven't made them since she passed. Anyway, I hope the little boy remembers the lady who brought him cookies at Christmas. I almost forgot. His name was Dashel. How cute.
Merry Christmas everyone. Off to Florida for a week with Vicky and John. I promise to be a better blogger when I return. Love and miss you all.
You are always so sweet and thoughtful to your neighbors! He's one lucky boy to be living next to you! Xoxo Merry Christmas!!
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you have a darling neighbor to share with! And with a name like Dashel, how could he NOT be cute!!
ReplyDeleteHope you had a wonderful Christmas and a safe trip.
Happy New Year!!!