My Grandmother’s Macaroons

Around this time of year I find myself remembering my Grandmother.  It was the cherry blossoms that really drove it home this year.  One of my clearest memories of my Grandma is of her cookies.  I’m reasonably certain that the instant you become a grandmother, you are granted some arcane knowledge in the area of cookie making.  There are no cookies quite like those made by a grandma.  Continue reading