My grandma passed away on Thursday. She was 92.
Not too long ago we went out to lunch. She ordered the bang-bang shrimp. She couldn’t hear too well, so talking in a crowded restaurant was tricky, but she leaned over at one point and told me that once, when she was delivering Meals on Wheels, her wig blew right off her head and down the street. This is a story I will remember for the rest of my life.
Being a part of a big Italian family and suffering from undiagnosed SOCIAL AWKWARDNESS DISEASE, holiday visits always sent me into panic. As a kid, these visits were completely overwhelming, but my Grandma was the one shining light in the crowd. She’d find me and give me the biggest, warmest hugs and I would hang out with her and work through my giant Snoopy activity books.
I went to visit her last spring when I was still unemployed and she pulled out this spiral notebook full of her recipes. I had no idea she had such a thing and I’m still not sure how she knew that this was by far the best gift she could’ve ever given me, but it happened and I’ve been reading it over and over for the past few weeks. On one of the last pages is the recipe for these kiss cookies. She made these every Christmas.
Here’s the recipe from her book. And that’s about all I have this week.