ne of my fondest memories of my grandmother was baking cookies every fall. We made at least 15 different varieties of cookies, and as she made them, we would divide them into small tins on her living room table. These tins would be hand-delivered to neighbors, teachers, and friends. Her baking was unmatched, and ever since she passed away in 2009, I’ve been looking
Rugelach Recollections
Jul 25, 2023
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