Roscos cookies

My uncle and aunt prepping the dough.
My uncle and aunt prepping the dough.

Roscos Cookies have been a part of my life since my first Christmas it is my mother’s family’s longest tradition. Once a year, usually the Saturday after Thanksgiving my entire family gathers for a day of baking and thanksgiving leftovers. The day starts off around Eleven in the morning, my uncle John is usually the first person to get to my grandparent’s house unless of course one of the many grandchildren stayed the night to help in the morning. After my uncle john arrives a trickle of people begin to fill the house, my auntie patty usually accompanied by some sort of desert and my uncle Luis, my uncle joey and his son colin, then all of my auntie Patty’s sons appear in the living room to watch whatever game is on with my grandfather. Then my family will arrive, my mom, brothers, and me in one car, my sister and her husband in another, and my sister Emma stopping by after a long day in the restaurant world. After we show up along with my auntie Ali and uncle Jimmy, and their kids,  the cookie process begins.
The actual recipe is a family secret, that my grandmother has on a recipe card with all the measurements and techniques needed to make a perfect Roscos cookie. I never witnessed it but in my grandmother’s family, there was and still is a bit of a debate on what the perfect recipe is.After the dough is made and ready the rolling begins, taking a bit of dough and rolling it side to side in the palm of your hand and then joining it together to make a wreath shape. After the cookies are baked and they are dipped in sweet wine and then in sugar. 

Place(s): Spain
Year: 1920

– Hanna Heun

Relationship:  Great-grandchild of im/migrant or more Great-grandchild of im/migrant or more