in my mom's kitchen cupboard were some very yummy cookies. a friend of hers has made them. and my memory very quickly scrolling back to childhood. my grandma was frequently serving us "bretzeli" (or i guess it is close to the so called italian pizzelle). right then and there i had to make some for me and who ever else was around...
my mom's iron was quickly found and the dough made, in between some skiing with naomi the work dough needed to rest and then we baked and got the iron to work better and better... (yes it's an old iron, without any heating adjustments...)
they turned out ok, not wonderfully formed and in all kinds of shades.
but of course they were eaten very quickly in the afternoon!
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