The next step in getting us and the neighbors ready, as if you couldn’t get a guess by the above picture, was cookies.The neighbors got some hot oatmeal raisin cookies from yours truly. My m.o,when I make cookies, is usually parchment paper. Probably, during the weekend,I’ll work up a small batch of biscotti.
I don’t know what it is about baking as winter moves through,or as a storm progresses.Perhaps I am thinking back to happier times in the kitchen and trying to go back to when life was a little simpler.Perhaps it’s just a little voice in my head that goes back to the old “eggs,bread and milk” chorus of the city.
Sure, I try to make good meals,and cooking and baking I do enjoy.There’s something about baking that serves as balm to my soul during the winter.