After hours of trying, the rosecookies finally set. Memories of mum teaching me what the consistency of the batter should be. Traditions handed down over the generations. This is why we decide on dates and occasions and created traditions and rituals. All of this binds us together. All the sweets came out so well. 

So proud of our generation. We don’t tire. We don’t need instructions. We work. We work until we accomplish what we set out to do. So happy to belong to that generation. 

A lift instead of using a cab. Another fun drive. More memories.