There are moments when time finds us present with each other—with the urge to make something, to stand still in between the enormous amounts of busy. So with butter, sugar, vanilla, flour, loose and falling through our fingers, we rolled, shaped, and baked—colored each cookie with sparkle and shine. We made a pleasant mess and shared it with everyone.
“There was a mood of magic and frenzy to the room. Crystalline swirls of sugar and flour still lingered in the air like kite tails. And then there was the smell-the smell of hope, the kind of smell that brought people home.” -Sarah Addison Allen