Ann Roger’s Christmas Cookies
A slice of sweet, buttery nostalgia (with cherries on top) I can still hear the rustle of wax paper and Bing Crosby crooning from the radio when I make these cookies. Every December, like clockwork, my mom would pull out her old recipe tin—you know the kind, metal, dented, with a rainbow of handwritten cards inside—and out would come this gem: Ann Roger’s Christmas Cookies. I don’t know who Ann Roger was, not exactly. Maybe a neighbor. Maybe someone from church. But her name was on that little card in my mom’s writing, and year after year, her cookies showed …