While I was searching through photos yesterday, I also came across these from last December when Bean & Button brought their parents to our house. Of course we had the requisite cookie-baking marathon, which included rugelach, these little Jewish pastry things filled with crushed walnuts that are so good we only make them once a year lest we all wind up the size of a Mac truck. We made tray after tray after tray of them.
Look at that flaky, powdered-sugar-crusted goodness all wrapped around the warm, oozing walnut-and-honey-and-cinnamon filling. Mmmmmmmm . . .
Sorry. Where was I? Oh yes, at the time of these pictures, Bean had never had a cookie. Yes, you read that right.
But now we're at Grammy's house, and special things happen there. Mama lets us have cookies!
And you know what happens when Mama gives us a bite of warm-out-of-the-oven rugelach? That's right . . . we want more.
Oh, the pleading. The begging. The puppy-dog eyes.
It's a good thing Grammy's not in charge here. He would have gotten the whole tray.
Be thankful ~