teeny & tiny

Buttered Saltine Crunch Cookie

I sat on the cream linoleum floor, curled up next to the cast iron wood stove to warm my frozen toes that were fresh from my sopping wet boots. I had just come in from an afternoon in the snow, exploring the woods at my grandma’s house in northern Michigan. The afternoon of this memory isn’t one snowy day in particular. It’s an entire season filled with memories of American Girl books, Anne of Avonlea rentals, and this flavor memory I hold so dearly. Buttered Saltines in my grandma’s kitchen.