I’m upright! I finally – after four days – figured out I had been doing everything exactly wrong – heat instead of ice, and lying on my back – which I thought meant taking it easy but wound up being about the most painful position I could be in. At 4:30 am I decided I wasn’t in any more pain sitting in a chair at my desk – and less so, in fact – and so I did. And here are the photos from Saturday’s cookie party! Sorry I’m so tardy.
There were peanut butter balls! Two kinds! I had bought the ingredients, and was bummed that I didn’t get around to making some. I didn’t even have to. There were salted brownies, too.
It was awesome. I mean, completely. A house full of friends and cookies, bubbly pink moscato, ‘nog, simmering cider – Carol brought her big coffee urn and sliced fresh oranges into the top, along with cinnamon sticks and other whole spices, and put apple juice in the bottom. It percolated through the spices and orange and was fab.
She was also on rosette duty, standing at the stove with iron, oil and batter, cranking out the crispy cookies as people arrived. I had, you won’t be surprised to hear, just started cooking them as the doorbell rang. They’re best freshly cooked – having a Carol around helps.
We nibbled and chatted and as it was time to go, people filled containers – or ice cream buckets – with treats. It was like trick-or-treating for grown-ups. And not scary at all.
I’m sure I’ve missed some, there were so many, and no two alike. I’ve been subsisting on cookies and reheated apple cider for four days. It wasn’t bad timing.