Alright, alright, I know. I haven't been around in a while. Quite a while actually. I think it has something to do with the changing seasons-when all you want to do is bury your nose in a good book, and burrow deeper into the sofa with a pot of stew burbling away on the stove and the aroma wafting throughout the house. Oh, and there should be cookies, fresh from the oven, waiting for the stew to nourish the body so that they can take their turn nurturing the heart. At least that is the way I feel in autumn. The ever-increasing chill makes me feel plump and drowsy, figuratively speaking, and everything else seems to suffer from neglect. Luckily, it is a transitory sensation; motivation kicks in again when it starts getting really cold, the days get shorter, and you know you are in it for the long haul.
Which brings me to the title of my post. I have no cookies in the house, though I have the ingredients to make numerous varieties, should the matter become urgent*. (*An example of this would be snowfall. I would urgently need cookies if it snowed). In an effort to incite motivation, I have spent countless hours perusing old cookbooks as well as the net for a cookie recipe of such rousing proportions that I might cast off this shaggy leaden coat of inactivity and spring (!) almost lifelike, to the kitchen, wooden spoon in hand and a song in my heart!
Alas. No such recipe has crossed my path and I am doomed to spend another day haunting the pages of "The Great Big Cookie Book", seeking not only a cookie recipe to soothe the heartache of another summer gone but also one that might prepare me for the long cold winter that surely looms ahead.