AKA Get It, Shorty
When I was growing up, every year around the holidays my eccentric great-uncle would share a box of shortbread cookies with my brother and me as we sat in the living room while he smoked his pipe. Those dense cookies were so rich, so buttery and so great with hot chocolate. Now, when I pass all the lit Christmas trees in my neighbors’ windows on my evening walk with the dog, I crave shortbread. I want that buttery, rich taste, and I want it all winter long.