Why tiny cookies? Well, first of all–you can eat as many as you want and they don’t count! No, but seriously, the real credit goes to my mom, Barb. My mom used to make these cookies when I was growing up in Minnesota. She used to roll each one perfectly into a ball and then flatten the top of each ball just so slightly with her thumb. When I got to be old enough, I would wake up to the sounds of her making these cookies in the kitchen. I would wander into the kitchen, and she would let me help. She taught me how to level the flour off with the straight edge of the knife, and mix the dough just enough so it felt right in my hand. My mom did everything with this attention to detail and care. That has always been one of her superpowers.

So, enjoy these tiny butter cookies and know that they have been made with a lot of butter and a lot of love. And maybe they will inspire you to spend time with someone you love. Never underestimate how simple and special that might be.