Every December

Every December

My kitchen fills with sweet scents

of sandbakkel* cookies.

(*pronounced like sun buckle)

Reindeer prance across

the lid of my box of tins,

tiny, fluted tins.

 

 

Butter softening,

Tins sorted into three lines

To rotate baking.

 

 

 

Old Mix Master from

Grandmother begins mixing.

First, softened butter.

 

 

Sugar is added.

Flour addition thickens dough,

use muscles to stir.

 

 

 

Thumbs push and press dough.

Bake until golden brown, cool.

Will cookies crumble?

 

 

Unfortunately,

Some cookies shatter when pressed.

Who will eat those? Me!

 

 

Sandbakkels to share,

Sandbakkels to enjoy with

my morning coffee.

 

 

Every December,

these Norwegian cookies keep

traditions alive.

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