Growing up, we spent Christmas Eve with my mom's parents and Christmas with my dad's mom. Christmas with Grandma Clements meant opening stockings that would be filled with lots of practical gifts, including tape and apples. It meant spending hours admiring the Christmas scene she had constructed each year on the mantle. It meant a big, hearty dinner with little gems, our favorite tiny biscuits.
And of course, it always meant cookies, and lots of them. There would be
butterscotch haystacks, these swedish crescents, and many more of the cookies you'll be seeing over the next few days.
We'd enjoy them after dinner, on Grandma's beautiful china dessert plates, alongside a bowl of ice cream with hot fudge sauce.
I'd always have to have at least one swedish crescent that night. The powdered sugar made them messy, and I would be left with hands coated in sugar. I didn't mind. These swedish crescents are still delightful today. The outer layers melt in your mouth and the inner cookie has a satisfying crunch to it. These were so tasty that I forgot to take a picture of the finished cookies before eating them all. Oops.