Rosettes
Growing up my mom make Rosettes. Those are most decisively NOT German but my great-grandfather who was a minster in the German Lutheran Church had a falling out and then the whole family began attending the Swedish Lutheran Church. With that, came some Swedish customs into our family with Rosettes being one of them. I ordered a Rosette Iron with the intent of giving one of my mother’s favorite holiday cookies a try. I made them, albeit unsuccessfully.
While there is really very little to hate about fried dough covered with powdered sugar, they all seemed to stick on my brand-new Rosette Iron. I guess I am just not Swedish enough for Rosettes. My brother Jay and I did not talk but he decided to make them this year, too. He had success which goes to show something I told him as a child-he MUST be adopted.
We made them every year as kids! I have my grandmother’s set of irons. It’s a skill to be sure to get them to release properly and we always had the burn salve out on the counter!