I remember them from my childhood. Every Christmas a plate of them sat tantalizingly on the hutch in the dining room - calling to me. I could never resist. Whenever I walked by,I would pluck one from the golden pile and pop it in my mouth. They were melt-in-your mouth good. Yummy!
I was reminiscing about them a few weeks ago, and Mom decided we would add them to the cookie baking list. We saved them for last. Today was the day.
It really is a "two-girl project." Mom dropped the little bits of dough into the hot oil, and I coated them with honey.
Lots of sprinkles, and they are done!
All that remained was to sample them. Mmmmm mmmmm good!