Friday after Friday, I bake and observe and search for meaning.
I romantically imagine that it helps. Maybe the work will encourage someone. Maybe the cookies will taste especially good, or maybe the blog will facilitate an interesting conversation.
And so, on Friday mornings, while the cookies are in the oven, I take a crack at explaining why or how one might consider each day’s particular cookies to be particularly relevant. Admittedly, the argument I advance is often a stretch.
But will it get easier or harder with time? Can I learn to see something freshly true in a thing I’ve made and consumed approximately a zillion times and which I’ve never known to be in short supply?
Whether or not I can improve, the challenge continues to be tempting. Indeed, few treats are as ordinary or as pleasing to me as cookies, and writing about them remains a pleasure. Did Monet feel similarly about haystacks and about painting them?
Today, on my 74th post and in honor of what would have been Monet’s 174th birthday, I offer a culinary, if irreverent, installment in the haystack series, “Haystacks at Milliken at Sunrise.”
Come and get ’em!
P.S. Thanks to Larry Merriman, who suggested the cookie selection for today’s Monet-themed post.