Raisin-Filled Cookies
My great-grandmother, Arizona Henry, loved Christmas because it meant making cookies with her friends. My sister Lisa and I were always sent to the other room while Grandma and her friends baked cookies all evening. Occasionally, they would bring us a bowl or spoon to lick, still coated with cookie dough. I guess they felt a little sorry for us.
We never bought gifts for anyone outside the family, so our Christmas gift…
