I love this story partly because I bake like your grandmother at Christmas, professional quality, variety, a beautiful collection and still adding to my repertoire. I love my collection. I am only 75 and every year swear it will be my last. Couldn't I just make one kind.?

Of course, I do eat them so must keep them in the freezer after looking at them for a few days. I give them away. I should sell them but... maybe next year. I fantasize about a cookie of the month business. sigh.

My own mother had a reason to get out of bed every morning that kept her going to 95- she couldn't wait to eat "a nice fried egg." She usually had two eggs or sometimes three if possible. Raisin swirl toast, coffee, juice. That was her reason for getting up in the morning at the end. One morning my sister found she had fallen in the night and been on the floor for hours. Thinking she might need medical help, my sister called 911. but when the medics came they asked if she wanted to go to the hospital- "no, I want to go have a nice fried egg for breakfast. " And she did.