A few weeks ago it rained like crazy around here. It started one day and didn’t let up for about five. None of our typical sprinkling or misting. Just torrential downpours for days. That doesn’t normally happen around here, though in the midst of this California drought it was greatly needed and kinda magical. It felt a little bit like somebody up there in the sky heard our plight and wanted to say don’t worry… you are not forgotten. Whoever was responsible ~ thank you.
Remembering how much we needed this rain aided my patience when we came home Sunday night after a relaxing weekend of wine tasting to find our basement flooded in six inches of water. Oh yeah. I can’t say we were surprised; extraordinary weather + 102 year old house… things happen. In a late-night scramble we called all of our friends, family and local hardware stores to track down a sump pump and came up empty handed. We went through the moment of “let’s just leave this til the morning” before we realized the flooding had put out the pilot light on our water heater. Patience…. patience.
We sloshed around up to our shins in icy rain water, passing each other buckets and bins and garbage cans and hauling them away to the storm drains out front. Bucket after bucket after bucket of rain water and absolute misery. Fortunately at one point I started laughing, and then Nate started laughing. We probably looked like two lunatics if anyone had walked in on that scene, but I was overwhelmed with a sense of gratitude. You know you’ve found a good one when you can look each other in the eyes in a moment of chaos and expletives and lose yourselves in laughter.
We finally got the water to a less scary level and then went upstairs, closed the door on our rank basement and made some brothy, soupy, vegetable-y pasta to soothe our tired backs and minds. While I cooked, I tried to brand the importance of patience into my mind; store it there to be recalled later in times of need. Those times seem to be coming up a lot lately and Nate and I are becoming patience experts.
I am grateful for patience and those who show it to me on a daily basis. I’m grateful for love that binds when patience fails. I’m also still grateful for the rain, especially since it finally coaxed my daffodil bulbs out of the ground. Speaking of love and all that cheesy stuff, I recognize that yet another holiday has come and gone without a holiday-appropriate recipe. Although I’m a little late, these cookies served as my valentine to Nate last month and they are delicious so I’d like to share them anyways. They are a pretty good throwback to real deal Oreos, except without all that processed stuff we can’t pronounce. The dutch-process cocoa is crucial to getting that distinct Oreo flavor in the cookies so use it if possible. Don’t make these without having access to copious amounts of milk for dunking.
adapted from Martha Stewart
- 1/2 stick unsalted butter, softened
- 1 1/2 cups confectioners’ sugar, sifted
- 1/4 cup granulated sugar
- 2 teaspoons vanilla extract
- 1 to 2 tablespoons whole milk
Cream butter in a medium bowl with an electric hand mixer until pale in color and fluffy. Add in the sugars and beat until thoroughly combined. Add vanilla and beat again until combined.
At this point the mixture will probably be a little chalky and powdery. Add the milk a few drops at a time, beating after each addition, until the mixture is smooth and spreadable. It should be pretty thick so take care not to add too much milk.
- 1 1/4 cups all-purpose flour
- 3/4 cup Dutch-processed unsweetened cocoa powder
- 1/2 teaspoon baking soda
- 1/4 teaspoon kosher salt
- 5 tablespoons unsalted butter, melted
- 2/3 cup packed light-brown sugar
- 1 large egg, slightly beaten