1/2 tbsp. crushed anise seeds
3 1/2 cups all-purpose flour
1 tsp. baking powder
4 eggs
2 cups sugar
1/2 tsp. vanilla extract
1/4 cup confectioners’ sugar
Lightly grease cookie sheets and sprinkle with anise seeds. Set aside until needed.Mix the flour and baking powder together in a bowl until well blended. Place the eggs, sugar, and vanilla in a large bowl; beat until light and frothy, 5 to 8 minutes. Stir in the flour mixture until thick dough forms.
Roll out the dough onto a lightly floured surface until 1/4 inch thick. Lightly sift confectioners’ sugar over the dough. Place springerle molds onto the dough and press so the design registers in the dough evenly. Remove the mold and use a knife to cut around each cookie. Place on prepared cookie sheets. Cover the cookies with a lightweight cotton cloth, and allow to dry at least 8 hours or overnight.
Preheat oven to 250 degrees F (120 degrees C).
Bake in preheated oven 25 to 30 minutes or until tops are pale brown and set. Cool on a rack. Store in an airtight
container for up to a month with apples.
................................................................................................................................
An old co-worker of mine experienced a tragedy right before Thanksgiving one year. My best friend and I worked on a Thanksgiving dinner for my co-worker and her family, staying up until 2AM baking a turkey and pies. We delivered the meal to the burn ward at Legacy Emanuel the next day. This memory is one of my most cherished Thanksgiving memories.
Apparently, I am nostalgic for Thanksgiving. I can think of my first Thanksgiving not with my mom, my freshman year of college. I had an aunt who lives in town; she invited me to her Thanksgiving. Talk about a fish out of water, a frozen-food fed girl has dinner in the big city. I remember feeling alone and crying in the bathroom.
I am not sure I can define love. I know it has many different flavors--family, friendship, fraternity among others. Love stories in my life: my mom putting my hair in curlers the night before my college graduation, an old boyfriend kissing me on the forehead before leaving my life forever, buying gloves for a homeless man, and eating sandwiches after hiking to a secret swimming hole.
My grandfather is allergic to peanuts; my grandmother reads the label on every food item that enters their home.
3 1/2 cups all-purpose flour
1 tsp. baking powder
4 eggs
2 cups sugar
1/2 tsp. vanilla extract
1/4 cup confectioners’ sugar
Lightly grease cookie sheets and sprinkle with anise seeds. Set aside until needed.Mix the flour and baking powder together in a bowl until well blended. Place the eggs, sugar, and vanilla in a large bowl; beat until light and frothy, 5 to 8 minutes. Stir in the flour mixture until thick dough forms.
Roll out the dough onto a lightly floured surface until 1/4 inch thick. Lightly sift confectioners’ sugar over the dough. Place springerle molds onto the dough and press so the design registers in the dough evenly. Remove the mold and use a knife to cut around each cookie. Place on prepared cookie sheets. Cover the cookies with a lightweight cotton cloth, and allow to dry at least 8 hours or overnight.
Preheat oven to 250 degrees F (120 degrees C).
Bake in preheated oven 25 to 30 minutes or until tops are pale brown and set. Cool on a rack. Store in an airtight
container for up to a month with apples.
................................................................................................................................
An old co-worker of mine experienced a tragedy right before Thanksgiving one year. My best friend and I worked on a Thanksgiving dinner for my co-worker and her family, staying up until 2AM baking a turkey and pies. We delivered the meal to the burn ward at Legacy Emanuel the next day. This memory is one of my most cherished Thanksgiving memories.
Apparently, I am nostalgic for Thanksgiving. I can think of my first Thanksgiving not with my mom, my freshman year of college. I had an aunt who lives in town; she invited me to her Thanksgiving. Talk about a fish out of water, a frozen-food fed girl has dinner in the big city. I remember feeling alone and crying in the bathroom.
I am not sure I can define love. I know it has many different flavors--family, friendship, fraternity among others. Love stories in my life: my mom putting my hair in curlers the night before my college graduation, an old boyfriend kissing me on the forehead before leaving my life forever, buying gloves for a homeless man, and eating sandwiches after hiking to a secret swimming hole.
My grandfather is allergic to peanuts; my grandmother reads the label on every food item that enters their home.
My great grandmother would make us all springele, before we lost her in February at 96. A San Francisco native, she survived two Southern husbands. She loved Christmas, spinach dip, making cookies, and having everyone around one table.
No comments:
Post a Comment