I can’t cook to save my life, but I was born to bake my grandmother’s ginger cookies! When I was little, Grandma Lois would bake her silver-dollar sized cookies and mail them to us for the holidays. They’d arrive layered on wax paper, filled to the rim of a random tin box she’d bought at the thrift store. They were tiny, round, sweet, sugary and with a hint of spice. They were perfect. 

Long after she passed, I found her cookie recipe tucked in one of her favorite cookbooks that we’d inherited. I knew what I’d stumbled on instantly. Having the recipe in her own very distinctive handwriting is an incredible gift. 

I admit that I love people’s reactions. My favorite accolades from tasters: 

“Come on!” 

“They’re like cookie crack!”

“Can’t. Stop. Eating. Them.”

“They taste just like Grandma’s.”

I'm working on a plan to bring “Gingers” to the masses. I know Grandma Lois would be tickled.