Windmill Cookies

Big Guy and I often talk about how childhood foods taste different today. The need to keep products on the shelf outweighs freshness and taste to the bottom dollar of providers. For example, my FIL used to deliver bread. He had to remove the bread from the shelf after three days. Now it is several weeks.

I believe this example alone explains the strong movement to shop locally and buy your food as needed to assure you are providing fresh quality food to your table. I have embraced this in my retirement years which is also supported by Big Guy and his annual urban garden.

Despite our efforts, I still long for some childhood favorites. My quest has me on the lookout for windmill cookies. I remember the taste of them and always celebrated if I got the cookie with the sliver of almond. I appreciate my recent order from Vermont Country Store, but I fear I am still longing for the taste of my childhood. Sigh!