It's posted in the "Recipes" section. Have at it and enjoy! I love them because they're sweet, but not too sweet.
My poor Mom! I remember for years, how she disliked my great-aunt, Ragna. She'd hounded Mom and my Mom's mom (Grandma) for the recipe. She (Ragna) was a Norwegian and thus real
baker! They (Mom and Grandma) didn't know squat since they were Swedish. Ragna wound up with The Blob all over her kitchen...I don't know how much she'd multiplied the recipe by. Counters covered in dough, floors covered in sugar syrup where the dough had wept. Oh, man, she was cranked! And, of course, it was all Mom's fault; she must have sabotaged the recipe somehow or other. Mom owed
her the cost of the wasted ingredients....selfish wretch...yadda-yadda.
The best part, the part that gave my Mom wild giggling fits, is that at a family dinner, Ragna was once again telling her tale of woe and perfidious nieces to my great-aunt, Svea, her sister-on-law (and a Swede). Mom said when Ragna started telling about how her kitchen looked (with great dramatics and gestures), expecting some sympany from her SIL, Svea started roaring with laughter until she was crying. And then, great-uncle John (Ragna's husband), nudged Ragna with his elbow and said, "I guess us Swedes must know something
about baking you don't know!" I think poor John may have wound up on the couch that night.