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Growing up, I always used to bake. It is something I remember doing with my Mom. As a little girl, I would sit barefoot on the cold counter top and study her every move as she heaped, dashed, mixed, and danced her way around the kitchen. I got to help too. "Gently," she said, as my small hands learned to crack an egg.Nostalgia aside, baking will always be happiness to me, for many reasons. I love being able to create a delicious something from scratch. I love trying new recipes, and dabbling in old ones that have been passed on from my Grandmother, and perfected by Mother. I love licking the dough off the spoon after all the ingredients have been combined, and the sweet smells that permeate through rooms as my creation is baking. I love biting into a warm, gooey dessert, and enjoying it with a tall glass of milk.
But, I don't bake for just myself. I bake to share with others. To me, baking is love, love is happiness, and happiness is just a couple spoonfuls of sugar away!
P.S. I found this recipe in my recipe box. I wrote it when I was a little. My Mom saved it after all these years. Gosh, it sounds like a really amazing cookie. After reading it too, I now understand why I never was a spelling bee queen. Lost to the word mildew. "M-I-L-D-......O?" Fail.