Swedish Cakes & Cookies for Momma
Today would have been Bean's 85th Birthday! Bean, aka my Mom, Lill-Sie Knower, loved this affectionate nickname and Grandma Bean especially. She was a self proclaimed 'cookie monster'. She loved her cookies in any way, shape or form. To have a cookie with a cup of hot, black coffee was sheer ambrosia to her. Oatmeal raisin was probably her favorite but she did not discriminate. If offered dessert at a restaurant her question was always the hopeful "do you have any cookies?" Why more restaurants don't offer a fancy cookie plate I do not understand but anyway... so assuredly for us kids it meant never finding the cookie jar empty. Speaking of cookie jars I found a picture on-line of the one I grew up with. The classic 1960s log- look jar with fruit and vine...it held a lot of cookies. She had the matching cannister set. Eventually she found her favorite which graced the countertop evermore...the chubby monk, "Thou shalt not Steal cookies",