My Lost is Found

For years when I was growing up, I remember my mother baking special cookies. She had a tool that had a knob on the end which you twisted like a water faucet knob and then the dough came out of little holes at the bottom of a tubular container onto the cookie sheet and stuck together. When baked they were pretty in shape even before decorating with sprinkles. I hadn't thought about this for years, but was reminded when a long-time special friend sent me a photo of some she made this year. Mom's antique contraption has disappeared but I found an exact picture of it on the internet.

I thought I had once or twice made the same type but was frustrated for some or other reason with the process. I remembered having a similar tool that makes these shapes that I put away somewhere. Somewhere could be anywhere. I also think it was a gift to me at my bridal shower back in the early 1950's. The hunt was on because my friend said she had two and would give me one so I could try again. My thinking was that I'd hunt first for my own (IF I still had it) and wouldn't need for her to go to the trouble of sending me, via postal service, her extra one.

Dig! Dig! Dig! I found it. In a bag. Not boxed. Waaaay back under the counter in a corner under some other old baking utensils. So I took it out, snapped some pictures and put it back. I'm just not in a cookie baking mood now. Maybe next year.