Sarah Connell Sanders
Correspondent
This year for the holidays, my grandmother gave me her personal copy of the family cookbook. Some lineages pass down jewels, candlesticks or fine China. We hold dear our recipes for snickerdoodles and Great Nana Lucille’s pecan butter balls.
Grandma never eats what she bakes grandpa, on the other hand, we lovingly refer to as the Cookie Monster. The year 2020 was enough for her to declare she was too old for the kitchen, but grandpa’s sweet tooth endured. Guess who was left holding the (flour) bag?
My first few attempts at preserving grandma’s sweet legacy were feeble. An explosive bread dough and a batch of deflated shortbread left me searching for professional guidance. I didn’t have to look far. Two local women sensed my baker’s bat call and took me under their proverbial wings.