pointman11

its that time of year I dread, but also holds dearly to my heart. These are the trays of cookies, sixteen in all, I have baked for family, friends, and coworkers. It's a tradition that I have carried on after my grandmother Williams passed in 2004. She baked a tray for family, church, and friends. And we would bake together. This act is the only reason why the holidays feel special to me because this was our time. Her passion to be humble and giving continues to drive me as a chef and man. I miss her every day. But no other part of the year makes me feel closer to her than now. I only hope that I have made her proud of me, despite my defects and failures