I'm trying to remember that the rain will bring us great fruit in spring and summer, and not merely teams of ants. I'm trying to watch a lot of movies and catch up with my reading and enjoy tucking in early with hot tea in hand.
But shopping at the farmers' market for the restaurant in the rain today did me in. And walking in and out of my kitchen in wind that could have knocked me over did me in.
So to keep the wet blues at bay I've taken up cookie testing and baking. It's like re-reading the classics but instead its pulling out old fashioned recipes and learning their quirks.
The night before it was all about snickerdoodles. I have another recipe request and I think February will be your lucky month.
Also, my Valentine's Day dessert is coming along... Just 11 days until the big night for chocolate desserts and the unveiling of my three part creation. I don't know about you but I'm excited to see where my mind and hands go with all that I'm conjuring.
boil, boil, toil & trouble
So the rain can be all about going inward, searching for comfort by any means necessary. It can be about tucking one's chin against slanted and driving sheets of cold, wet weather and savoring time under the covers.
And in the end, tiny crisp and warm soft cookies next to steaming tea can cure the winter indigos, if even for a spell.