“I’m really feeling shortbread.”
“What?” I glanced up at Allan, standing absent mindedly in front of the pantry.
“I’m really feeling shortbread. Like either buying some or making some or something.”
“I can make you shortbread.” I said, turning my head back to my laptop and pulling open the ever glorious Pinterest. “What kind do you want?”
“Those.” Allan gestured to the thumbprint cookie recipe with a perfect photo and even more perfect glaze crisscrossed over the cookies.Continue reading “Almond Shortbread Thumbprint Cookies”