Other Recipes : Desserts

This recipe always makes me smile because I can still picture my mom and dad tackling it together in the kitchen. Back then, making this cookie dough was practically a workout—the kind that required real teamwork and a lot of arm strength. One would start kneading, then the other would jump in when their arms got tired, laughing and carrying on as they went. 

These days, of course, we let the mixer do most of the heavy lifting, but somehow it doesn’t feel quite as entertaining as watching the two of them take turns like it was a relay race. The recipe itself came from our longtime Scottish neighbour, who shared it with my mom years ago, and it quickly became one of those treasured recipes that stuck with our family. Every time I make it now (by hand the right way), I think of where it started—but also how special those moments in the kitchen used to be.