A blog by Chicken Wrangler Sara
My best friend in high school had a job at the local bakery – The Little Cake Box. We lived in a small town and the bakery served as a social gathering place.
They sold Black and White cookies, one of my favorites. I would go by The Little Cake Box after school, buy a Black and White, and visit with Kathy.
After graduation, I moved away and eventually Kathy married the baker’s son. I looked for Black and Whites in Texas but have never found them. Kathy developed a malignant tumor in her leg and despite replacing her bone with titanium; she was unable to overcome the insatiable disease.
It became part of our Christmas traditions to make Black and Whites.
This year we began a new tradition. I had icing left over from frosting the sugar cookies so I used it on the Black and Whites.