When I was a child (and even now) the last thing I did before going to bed on December 23rd was making Forgotten Cookies. Before she died, my grandmother and I spent at least a couple of days making food for Christmas. Every year my family would gather at my grandparents house and we would have an epic feast. One of my favorite things about Christmas has always been enjoying time with family (and all the friends we have adopted into our family).
Food brings people together. A dish made with love and care for the sole purpose of making someone else smile is the greatest gift ever. Making Forgotten Cookies every year is a tradition that has endured. It’s not about the cookies (which are AMAZING) as much as it is the culmination of days spent in the kitchen making sure that we had “something for everyone.” Mamaw and I would make these cookies, put them in the oven, turn out the lights in the kitchen, give each other a hug and go to bed….every single year….