As a kid, I spent summers on a small lake near our home in Michigan. And when the local sailing club offered a class for kids when I was 12, I quickly signed up. At the end of the six-week session, our instructor handed out certificates . . . and these wonderful cookies.
While I’ve long since forgotten his name, both the sailing lessons and the explanation of why these are “boat cookies” have stuck with me. His mother, he said, would make these cookies when they took their bigger boat out on Lake Michigan – ginger was a natural remedy for . . .
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