I don't know why I do this every year. Actually, I do. My husband loves Spritz cookies. I call them "the damn spritz." I always remember that they are his favorite cookies. Then after I make them, swearing (internally) like a sailor, I find out his favorite cookie is Melting Moments. You'd think after 26 years...sheesh!
The Melting Moments are much easier to make, too.
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My grandmother had one of those intruments of torture. She would make Christmas cookies with it and then put our thumbs in it and scream, "Have you had enough?"
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