The Cookies and the Snowstorm

Was Martha Stewart watching?

White Feather
4 min readJan 12, 2021


Image by Ryan McGuire — Pixabay

This afternoon I did something that I have not done in around twenty years. And it made me very happy.

Around three in the afternoon I was ready for my afternoon walk through the Enchanted Forest. Very near my new apartment is a nature trail that I love taking walks on. When I talk about it to my granddaughters I refer to it as the “Enchanted Forest” in hopes of getting them excited about it. Sadly, it doesn’t work. I have taken them for walks on the nature trail but to my intense frustration they just do not find taking a walk through nature as exciting as playing video games on their goddamn smart phones.

So I usually take my nature walks alone. But this afternoon I looked out the window and saw that the snow was coming down rather heavily. I like taking a walk through a freezing ass snowstorm as much as the next guy but I had already gone for one frigid walk today earlier before it started snowing.

I wanted to do something in the cozy warmth of my new apartment. So, for the first time in around twenty years I decided to bake cookies.

Back when I was a stay-at-home mommy/daddy I used to bake bread all the time. I baked cakes. I baked pies. And I baked cookies. I was a veritable Martha Stewart with…