TWD: Linzer Sables

to be my darlings at TWD, I'M BACK!!!

Guess who's back from the living dead? no prices for guessing correctly of course. *sniggers* and just in time for TWD the Dec 2nd edition! For this round, Noskos of Living the life has chosen impeccable Linzer Sables. All in time for a little christmas baking spirit i suppose.

For this recipe, I used almond meal as my choice as i figured it would be the best pairing with the jam filling. And for the latter, I used a nice blueberry jam instead of the recommended raspberry of marmalade reason being that I wasn't too entirely into those two. And I added in a tsp of Stroth given to me by my da-yi-ma. The recipe worked especially well and the end result was a dough that was incredibly easy to work with after a bit of chilling in the ole' freezer. I was thrilled once again by the tantalizing aroma of cinammon floating out as the cookies were baking. Trust me, even if i were impeded with a blocked nose, I could have spot that smell from the neighbouring block. HAH!

baking shaped cookies reminds me a time long ago when I used to tip toe over the counter staring at my auntie as she pushed the boy cookie cutter thru the gingered dough during christmas. As i grew a little, I was then given the task of cutting out the gingerbread man and then decorating them with mini chocolate chips and m&ms as buttons. From then, was hooked on the smell of the warm scent of ginger and other spices as they reminded me of a somewhat fairytale childhood. One that I yearned to indulge in everytime i stepped into my auntie's house. If i remember correctly, her kitchen was a little bigger than my present living room. With high marble counter tops and classic wooden stools and china plates and fine cutlery stacked neatly in the corners. It could have looked like a scene straight out of a martha stewert magazine. Ever since then, I was more or less teased by the idea of owning riches and living in the lap of luxury. Even asking my mum ' How do I become as rich as da-yi-ma?' at the age of 7! fancy that!

But thank goodness, now I live content in my little dimly lit kitchen.. with my small oven staffed to the side. Still, that smell never fails to remind me of such a beautiful memory.. of many christmases...