Mixing, rolling, dropping - cookies, that is. Julie and Gitte (foreground) drop dough for Mini Black & White Cookies. My kitchen came alive on Sunday with clouds of confectioners sugar, flurries of flour, the whir of the mixer, and the hum of conversation while rolling, dropping and dipping cookies. Never have so many cookie bakers graced my home at one time. A true hive of activity buzzed for more than the allotted four hours, as friends took pity on my blog task and polished off 10 recipes from the Gourmet Cookie Book . My descriptions of the cookies will be brief in the next couple of posts, but they will include many photos of our fun and the bakers' opinions of the cookies. And we did have opinions. Some positive, some negative. Some of my guest bakers might as well have been tasting different cookies altogether, so varied were their reviews of the same cookie. I confess I have been concerned that my recipe reviews have been a bit harsh, but bolstered by the ...
I began this blog when my mother was ill and needed enough of my attention that I could not concentrate on longer-form works I wanted to write. I set those aside to distract myself with cookie-making and this blog. Please find my new blog (2020) entitled "Time NOT Lost" at karenbrattesani.blogspot.com, where I explore the behavior I see around me -- both my own and that of others -- and what it says about our changing culture during the coronavirus pandemic. And, I hope, beyond.