Peace on earth… and in the cookie jar

A Lemon Cream in the festive season brings back sweet memories for Karin Brynard.

There’s the strict new diet. And then there’s the last cookie in the jar. Talk about the proverbial rock and aprickly place, but that’s where Ifind myself on asummery Stellenbosch morning. Behind the house, along the banks of the Eerste River, there’s birdsong and aplayful wind, green leaves clapping happy little hands.

Back home in the kitchen, the cookie and Iare staring each other down. With me stone deaf to the pious calls from the carrots and cauliflower in the fridge. Ionly have ears for the cookie calling my name.

Thing is, it’s not sommer any old cookie. It’s acookie with deep roots in my psyche. ALemon Cream – mom’s firm favourite, right up to her death ayear ago.