I was reminded of a story recently about a trip to the grocery store with my grandma when I was a little girl. It was December and I was probably about seven or eight years old. I remember walking through the aisles and stopping at a box of cookies with a name I couldn’t even try and pronounce. My grandmother told me it was pfeffernusse, a traditional German spiced cookie.
A little back story, my grandmother was actually born in Germany, but doesn’t really talk about her time there. See, my grandmother is Jewish and was just a child when WWII began. She was able to escape with my great-grandmother and a few relatives, but I don’t know much else about her time there. So, when she tells me any bit of her German heritage or traditions, I hold onto it.
She picked the box of pfeffernusse up in her hand and smiled. Turning to me she said “Christmas doesn’t start until you’ve had pfeffernusse.” That always stuck with me throughout the years. So, when I spotted a box of those german spiced cookies in the aisles of Trader Joe’s a couple of weeks ago, I knew I had to have a box. Tonight we opened them up and with a mug of honey chamomile tea, I enjoyed two delicious cookies. Now, it’s officially Christmas.