I learned three things that day: One, never trust Cousin Mikey with the snacks. Two, patience makes the crunch. And three, the best things in life aren't found in a box on a shelf—they are rolled, cut, and baked by hand.
As we ate our misshapen, lumpy s'mores, watching the storm rage outside, Nana smiled. how to make graham crackers
I cut circles. I cut stars. I cut one that looked vaguely like a duck. We placed them on baking sheets and pricked them all over with a fork—not just to let the air out, Nana said, but to give them "character." I learned three things that day: One, never
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I wanted to cut them into squares. Boring, standard squares. As we ate our misshapen, lumpy s'mores, watching
"Sylvester Graham would have hated these," she said, licking chocolate off her thumb. "Too much joy in them."