Tonight I am filled with ineffable sadness. People always talk about “battling depression.” How? Do we punch it in the nose? Break its glass jaw with a hard left? Also I am painting about love and dogs (is there a difference?), making beef stew and sourdough bread, and trying to remember how to blog. I hate January.
94 year-old Clara has sugar cookies for breakfast , but only on Sundays. She shows us how to make them. My grandma’s name was Clara, and she used to make donuts and dunk them in her coffee much like this Clara does here with her cookies.
Finally, it’s cool enough to bake again. I made banana bread today and I may try Clara’s sugar cookies.
All of her Youtube videos are charming, and I’m quite taken with her.
Her stuffed artichokes for Christmas may be delicious, but they are awfully messy looking …