Last night we watched The Santa Claus. It took me back to 1994 — my sister and I on that brown couch in that little brown house. Dressed in red PJs, hot chocolate in hand, faces smothered in confectioner’s sugar from mom’s Russian Teacakes.
These have always been one of my favorite Christmas cookies. Yeah, the chocolate and peppermint and red and green sprinkles are wonderful, but these sly little cookies are unassuming. They’re soft, not too sugary, a bit nutty, and they melt in your mouth. You can easily eat several without noticing. For that reason, I adore them.
They’ve always been there, and will always be there. My grandma made them, my mom made them, and now I make them. They always have a spot on my Christmas cookie plate.
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