These delicacies are part of my Mexican heritage. On Sunday's my grandfather would often drop by the house in the morning with a pot of menudo in one hand and, much to our delight, a bag of pan dulce in the other. He didn't often bring the giant pink cookies, but when he did it was a tough choice between those and the ones with crispy sugar crusting the top of soft, sweet bread.
Years later, our local grocery store began carrying the big pink cookies and every once in a while, I would grab a few from the bakery shelf. One day the grocery bagger looked at the clear plastic bag holding my cookies and asked me, "What are these called?"
"I'm not sure," I replied, "I call them pink cookies." And that's what they are.
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