Lavender Lemon Drop Cookies

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🍋 Lavender Lemon Drop Cookies

“A little sweetness for the healing season.”

*These cookies are soft, floral, and zesty—just like the kind of love you give yourself when life asks you to slow down and savor something tender. Perfect for postpartum days, grief naps, or soul check-ins over tea.



🌿 Ingredients:

  • 1 cup (2 sticks) unsalted butter, softened

  • 1 cup sugar

  • 1 large egg

  • Zest of 2 lemons

  • 2 tablespoons fresh lemon juice

  • 1½ teaspoons dried culinary lavender, lightly crushed

  • 2½ cups all-purpose flour

  • ½ teaspoon baking powder

  • ½ teaspoon salt

  • Optional: extra sugar for rolling, or lemon glaze for drizzling

🧡 Instructions:

  1. Preheat oven to 350°F (175°C). Line your baking sheet with parchment.

  2. In a large bowl, cream butter and sugar until light and fluffy.

  3. Beat in the egg, lemon zest, lemon juice, and lavender. Let the scent lift your spirit.

  4. In a separate bowl, whisk together flour, baking powder, and salt.

  5. Slowly add dry ingredients to the wet mix until just combined.

  6. Scoop out rounded spoonfuls, roll gently into balls, and place on your sheet.

  7. Optionally, roll in sugar for a crunchy sparkle.

  8. Bake 10–12 minutes, until edges are just barely golden.

  9. Cool on a rack. Drizzle with lemon glaze if desired.

✨ Healing Moment:

As they cool, place your hand on your heart. Whisper:
“I deserve sweetness. I deserve peace. I deserve to soften.”
Let every bite be a reminder.

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