Even though its spitting sleet and the Boston skies are gray, things are bright in my world. I’ve already dug out my car of the descent snow wallop we got yet again last night, and its a day off from the children at school. And that means a relaxing morning eating a pomelo, bottoming theContinue reading “snow day (take quatro), 2.2”
Apparently making these delights has become a Winter 2011 snow day tradition. Chewy, tangy, all that goodness, I’m a ginger snap addict, clearly.
I spent my snow day rolling little balls of molasses cookies in sugar. The entire house smelled like ginger, cinnamon, and cloves. Perfect.
How I wish more days were like this morning. Leisurely morning coffee and reading (NY Times, Wilkie Collins, and The New Yorker’s “We Have No Bananas”) before I hear a rising or peep from any of the other neighbors and Coltrane’s A Love Supreme popping away lowly on the vinyl. Gorgeous, indeed.