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Monday, Dec. 03, 2007 @ 8:31 pm
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After I ran to the bank today and stopped at the grocery store to mail some stuff, I decided I'd been good for long enough. I was due a nice treat, so I headed to the bakery where this store always has my favorite cookie during the holidays. Of course being of half Scandinavian decent, I don't have a normal favorite cookie like most people, ie sugar cookies, gingerbread, etc. Those are all good cookies and I've been known to enjoy them and others quite well. But they don't hold a candle to that diffult to make, but oh so easy to enjoy Swedish treat, known as the rosette.

I'm not the worlds greatest Scaninavian, blame it on the German half, but I am not a big fan of lefse. Oh sure I like it, especially with enough cinnamon and sugar, but I always found it left and odd taste in my mouth. I enjoy it from time to time as it reminds me of my dad's family and my roots.

But when Christmas rolls around, only one cookie can have my heart. That is the Rosette. Oh sure there are also fattigman {a deep fried diamond shaped cookie} or a sandbakkle {which is a baked tart shaped cookie, often filled with fruit or other filling}. Both of which are amazingly good for the soul and bad for the hips.

But for some reason they don't remind me of childhood and my dad and grandparents the way rosettes do. I am not sure why. I have no memory of these cookies associated with either of my grandparents, but I do associate them with my dad. I remember as a kid my mom getting upset and trying to make them for my dad {and us}. I can only imagine what my poor German-Russian mother must have felt trying to make something so different from the cookies she was used to, but they were so good. I have to have them every Christmas. I have never learned to make them, though I know quite well how they are done.

I even know several places where
I could pick up a set of irons {the cookies are made by dipping a specially shaped hot iron in a crepe like batter and then quickly plunging in hot oil to get a light airy crisp cookie}, but I've never actually tried my hand at making them. Every year I tell myself I want to learn, but I never try. I guess I'm afraid. I remember the mess and my mom cussing {well my mom's version of cussing which is more funny than anything else}.

One of these days.. Until then I will be satisfied with the free broken pieces at H0rnb*chers. They only sell them by the dozen and buying a dozen cookies increases the likelihood of eating a dozen cookies, as they have a mouth magnet to them, they also have a notoriously short shelf life of about a day or two, after which they still taste good going down, but leave your mouth afterwards feeling like you licked butter.

Since this time of year is hard for me anyway, at least these cheer me up. They were one of my dad's favorites as I recall, though I know lefse was his true passion. But its one small way to be close to my father's family.

Decemeber is an odd month for our family. Three out of four people in my dad's family {my dad, my aunt and my grandfather} all have December Birthdays. Both my Grandparents died in December as did my father, as well as my Aunt's husband.

December is the one month of the year I would love to sleep thru, if only I could. If a small cookie can brighten things up a little bit, than so be it. A little sugar is good for the soul, and that is at least as important as the butt.


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In every neighborhood there is at least one house that all the neighbors gossip about. This is a diary from the woman who lives in that house. I am a single mother in her mid thirties. I live in North Dakota with my son, Warren.

I tend to be a bit of a slob, and am the opposite of a girly-girl. I am geek girl, who loves Star Wars, Star Trek, Harry Potter, Buffy, Angel, action movies, science fiction, action adventure, Dr. Who, and so on and so on.

I love to write and while I don't post much fiction online anymore I would love to be a writer someday. I am also overweight, bipolar and suffer from allergy induced asthma.