This last week I have been teaching my students a unit on kindness. As I was planning these lessons my mind started wandering to my Grandma Frizell, one of the kindest people I have ever known. Teaching this around Valentine’s Day only made me think of her more, since its been a little over two years since she went to be with the Lord. It was an easy decision to get in the kitchen and cover my hands in flour, as a way to show my students how I (like my grandma) like to display kindness and love to others – through baking.
As I was elbows deep in flour, I my heart filled with joy at the thought of all the people my grandma touched through these cookies. All the family members, classmates, church members, teachers, teammates, people in the community – thousands of people. If you lived in Smithville you probably had a Grandma Frizell Cookie. I remember how when I would look in her pocketbook (what she called a purse) she had a snack size ziplock baggie with cookies – in case someone needed a pick-me up. Today, as my class went around the school and gave out these heart shaped cookies, my own heart could have not been happier.
When I got married, my grandma gifted me with her secret reciple that not even my mother had a copy. After about 6 years of making these on my own, this was the closest I have ever been for these to be Grandma Frizell worthy. [though I don’t think they will ever be as good as her’s] I am so happy to be able to carry on her love of these cookies, even in my own small way.
The Fox Adventure 
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