My dad used to take me to a bakery … this isn’t a very good story because I don’t remember where it was, what it was called or what I got there (maybe he’ll comment and clue me in), but he would get hermits (which always looked unappetizing to me). So for Father’s Day, I found a recipe online and made a batch. They turn out to be molasses cookies with cinnamon, nutmeg and cloves, I also put in raisins and walnuts. I would write out the proportions except they came out too mild, not spicy enough, and way too cakey — not a perfect example of the species, but good nonetheless.
I have been worrying a lot about making things other than cookies so to be in the kitchen — where I know what to do and what is good, where an imperfect cookie is happily consumed — is a relief. I’m getting a bunch of stuff to make movies with and although it doesn’t feel the same as a bowl and a fork and a half cup measure, I think I can get there.
