Momma’s Sugar Cookies.
I’ve had this post in draft form for 6 years. It just never seemed right to share because I didn’t think I could do the writing or the photography justice to convey how special this is for me. Let me say, I still don’t think I’ve done the photography justice, not really possible, it was taken with shaky hands, I just needed to do this for me. It’s taken me an entire week to cook and shoot because, as the title implies, this is my Momma’s recipe. I’m still missing her beyond belief. This is my first Christmas without her. It’s been a year of firsts without her. They’ve all stung.
I finally understand what it means when people say to remember those hurting and/or alone during the holidays. Growing up, I was aware of this, because my Mom was a natural mother hen. She would always invite people over (mostly the stray Air Force personnel) that didn’t have family, either at all, or close by and they couldn’t get home for the holidays. It was something we just got used to. Having extra people at the house.
There was always room at her table. Always. I was aware, but didn’t fully understand what it meant to feel that way until now. I used to love Christmas. This year it’s just,well, different. I’m trying to find joy in the little things, and making these cookies was one of them.
It’s a cookie I’ve eaten every holiday season my entire life. One I’ve made with her so many times I can’t count. They’re soft and chewy with a hint of vanilla. Vanilla extract that I make myself.
I like my cookies on the thicker side for a better cookie to icing ratio. You can make them as thick or thin as you’d like. Obviously the quantity you get will depend on the thickness you choose and the size of the cookie cutters you use.
Also, I am NOT a cookie decorator. These are perfectly imperfect and I’m okay with that. They are, however, delicious. I used Sweetopia’s Royal Icing Recipe. It has never failed me.
Now if only I could decorate like she does (dare to dream). I can, however, bake cookies. They just look like they were decorated by middle schoolers. We can’t win them all now can we. We can have cookies though.
Momma’s Sugar Cookies
Perfectly imperfect. Just like me. Why not consider, baking and sharing some cookies this month. It’s something so small, yet incredibly meaningful.