Anyway, as Teresa flips through the pages, I notice the pictures of cookie’s my mom often makes. My mother, her mother, as a matter of fact, probably a lot of Italian mothers. Who cares? She doesn’t even have a pizzelle recipe in that book, just a recipe using store bought! Isn’t it a family cookbook? Why so defensive? I know my mother and her mother are not sisters, which she made such a vivid point of in her blog last week. I never claimed that they were sisters. Again, who cares? None the less, they are family and family shares recipes all the time. Are we now going to start a war over a teaspoon of vanilla or 1/2 cup of sugar? Please, Teresa, get over it! Stop being so petty! But I guess that’s just how the cookie crumbles. No pun intended (or should I say no crumbs intended).
Hold onto whatever you need to, because California here we come!