that I had a batch of shortbread cookie dough ready for pressing.
Her dear friend and roommate was cleaning out a cupboard and thought of me. Should I be this tickled to be associated with cupboard cleaning? "Send these to Keri and the girls!" the dear friend declared.
I love her declarations.
And I love the synergy between my mother-in-law and her long-time creative comrade.
Back to the cookie presses:
Seeing these made me reach almost reflexively for the butter.
Earthy, yet shiny. Strong, yet delicate.
The girls had a blast pressing the quaint images into the dough.
Alas, the shapes tended to spread and the cuteness was mostly lost. It's a good thing the cookies tasted like a crisp, buttery heaven.
Oh, well, it's a good excuse to try a new recipe.