Dec 19th 2013, 18:00, by Sara Kate Gillingham-Ryan
When she was still with us, my grandmother Mexican wedding cookies every Christmas eve. Today, these nutty, ping-pong ball shaped, powdered sugar-coated cookies take me back to her little house in San Fernando where the sun shone on most Southern Californian Christmases and I sensed that they were her way of giving us snow for Christmas. She had a heavy hand with the powdered sugar, and though I loved the nutty confections, I'd have a coughing fit with each bite as I inhaled — literally — the sweet dusty exterior. And then I'd take another.
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