The mere mention of Almond Mice conjures a nostalgic yearning for the excitement of winter and my mother’s baking.
Christmas always yielded a guarantee of three things: shortbread cookies dotted with a quartered maraschino cherry, butter tarts, and almond mice. My mother was sure to bake Almond Mice, which has no parallel when eaten still warm from the oven. (Although may I state my mother’s butter tarts are also without peer, but that recipe shall be for another day.)
Today I choose to share a joy from my childhood and my mother’s recipe box…. and hope that it brings you a taste of joy as well.