A heavenly Aroma

A Special "Ginger" Memory

I can be transported to my Grandmother Jessie's kitchen if ginger cookies are baking in the oven.  Her house was always filled with the heavenly aroma of the plain delicacies.  In fact, she seemed to walk in a cloud of flour.

The round, brown circles--warm from the oven would melt in my mouth and were always in abundant supply on her countertop.  I don't recall ever being disappointed with:  "Sorry, the cookies are all gone."

If I have time for no other baking at Christmastime--I will make ginger cookies.  When the fragrance fills the air--my mind's eye takes me back to Grandma's kitchen, the sound of her kind voice, and the touch of her delicate, soft, wrinkled hands.  Add a light dusting of flour--and I'm a little girl again, enjoying a wonderful memory. 

Her recipe is different than any others I've had.  My sister, Marian has mastered it to perfection--I try my best--but can't quite get it.  But I'll keep trying, and breath deeply while they're baking in the oven.