A delicious day

 Today's cookie with a dab of frozen blackberry syrup made this past summer. Sugar made our local Allegheny blackberries palatable. I had the syrup in the freezer for months, and found a recipe called for fruit syrup in Foraging and Feasting

I doubted that Beren would eat these, but he and Jared both partook heartily. When I gave Beren a second cookie - they're full of great ingredients, after all - Jared said, "Well, if he gets a second one…" and reached for the tin.

 After baking, the cookies looked like Halloween treats - bloody eyeballs. Let them cool on the tray and harden. I gobbled one very hot, crumbly cookie right from the oven, as well as many spoonfuls of uncooked dough.

Last night we made plans for today. We'd go to the Red Mill in Clinton and then hike at Ken Lockwood Gorge. We woke, and the day was dark. Grey. Weather said high 30s, snow, then sun and wind.

"How about Philly?" I asked. "Maybe not a good day to be in a sunless gorge." We researched Philadelphia museums, exhibits, ticket costs, as well as, parking and directions.

Snow began to fall. The snow tugged at my sleeve. We dressed and went outside. The snow was pretty. The three of us walked down the lane until Beren used up his last reserves from breakfast - English muffins, eggs, and bacon.

We returned to the house at 10:30. "Maybe I should look in the basement for wood for some kind of a project," Jared said. When he emerged from the basement, Beren and I were chopping sunflower seeds, almonds, and sesame seeds in the Cuisinart. We added sugar, butter, and salt to make a cookie recipe from Foraging and Feasting. I dotted eash cookie with homemade blackberry syrup.

We spent the rest of the day in the garden digging in the mud. When we came back in, it was 4:30pm. The day had passed easily (not counting Beren's occasional testing of his parents) with no distractions.

I made chicken strips breaded in masa, nettles, and wild bergamot. For vegetables, we had steamed broccoli. For a starch, leftover noodles, transformed in cold sesame noodles, based on the leftover nut butter base for Brain Balls.

A delicious day.

Masa and wild bergamot and nettles, prior to battering the chicken. Dip the cutlets in milk first.

I put the chicken in the oven with a little olive oil. Fried would have been better, but I didn't want to smell like a greasy spoon.