Every Christmas my grandmother used to make butter balls. Essentially the Polish version of Mexican wedding cookies, these little treasures involve tons of butter, walnuts, and powdered sugar. And they are awesome. I've made a batch once before, for Christmas two years ago, and they were a big hit. I'm pretty short on time this year so I won't be able to spend hours and hours making and decorating sugar cookies, so I decided to just make butter balls.
When I told my mom this, she asked me to bring her some back for Christmas. I guess it makes perfect sense now. My sister had been helping Grandma the last several years, but she is in Arizona now. Nobody can make the butter balls. So I spent the last four hours mixing, rolling, baking, and powdering. The tips of my fingers are bright pink and my hands are soft from all the butter. The last batch is in the oven now. I made about 140 butter balls. Or, since they wound up not-so-round, 140 butter normal-cookie-shapes.
Some of them will make the journey with me across the Atlantic to Pennsylvania, as their forebears so often made the trip to wherever we were living from Pennsylvania. I like how traditions change, but still continue on.
When I told my mom this, she asked me to bring her some back for Christmas. I guess it makes perfect sense now. My sister had been helping Grandma the last several years, but she is in Arizona now. Nobody can make the butter balls. So I spent the last four hours mixing, rolling, baking, and powdering. The tips of my fingers are bright pink and my hands are soft from all the butter. The last batch is in the oven now. I made about 140 butter balls. Or, since they wound up not-so-round, 140 butter normal-cookie-shapes.
Some of them will make the journey with me across the Atlantic to Pennsylvania, as their forebears so often made the trip to wherever we were living from Pennsylvania. I like how traditions change, but still continue on.
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Thanks honey. Have a safe flight home. Love and miss you, Mom o0xo0x
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