That last bit... that's why I'm blogging this. My mother made extra cookie dough around the holidays. We froze it and saved it for a rainy day... or more accurately- a snow day! Yesterday, was the perfect time to pre-heat the oven. We felt my mom with us as the scent of baking stars and moons filled the kitchen. They were eaten with reverence and nostalgia and a little invocation of grandmotherly love. I think it will be a new tradition, and I thought that all of you out there with families flung far and wide might appreciate it too. Bake (or make) a little something extra during family visits to be frozen for a future day. What a sweet and ceremonious way to eat a batch of cookies!