Sometimes things are a bit too hard and a bit too overwhelming, and ther seems to be no reasonable way to get on with things as you should.
Sometimes you can't just sit around and wait, you can't sit around and cry, you can't sit around and think about something else.
On Sunday, life was all of that and more. Unable to sit and wait, unable to carry on as normal. Numb and jittery with coffee, I put on my apron and grabbed my biggest mixing bowl.
Sugar, butter, oats, flour, egg, fruit, nuts, vanilla.
Bake for 15 minutes.
A delicious perfume to fill the house, a warming sweetness to fill the tum. A sugary joy to comfort family, dampening sadness and bringing new conversation ("ooh, what's in it? Is it almonds? Where did you get the recipe?").
It's amazing, what a simple cookie can do for the soul. No photos as we've eaten them all, but imagine a bumpy mound of soft oatiness, topped with slightly burned raisins. Soul food!