My husband leaves in the snow,
it’s light at first, but then it flows
falling,
squalling
in thick heavy flakes
without breaks
it covers the ground
like a great white lake,
or. . .perhaps, I think, like thick frosting on a cake.
And so, I decide to bake him a treat,
his favorite cookies, not too sweet–
a love token from me to him—
not exactly a whim. . .
but ephemeral as tokens go–
not unlike this springtime snow.
Welsh Cookies
Grace asked us to write on love tokens for dVerse.
This is beautiful.
Thank you very much!
What Sadah said.
Thank you. 🙂
Lovely, a feast for eyes and taste buds
Thank you, Marian! 🙂
So lovely
Thank you, Candice!
A sweet love token ! Really admiring that imagery of the springtime snow.
Thank you so much, Grace. The snow really was coming down so fast for awhile yesterday–big, heavy wet flakes. We even had thunder snow!
A token of love and life.
Yes, thank you.
Oooh, yum. Recipe?
Didn’t I give it to you already–I think you were going to make them with your grandkids? But I can send it to you.
I always think of lovely cakes when I see the snow
Thank you, Björn. I wonder if you planted that idea in my head. . .
Lovely
Thank you, Derrick.
Lovely poem, Merril, and I bet he enjoyed them! I like the idea that the snow inspired you to bake. There’s something about being snowed in that brings out the baker in us all, maybe.
Thank you very much, Sarah. I always want to cook and bake when we have storms. I’ve made a lot of soup and bread lately. 😉
This is so beautiful. (I’m a little envious of your snow. And the cookies which look delicious.)
Thank you, Robin.
The storm was pretty amazing–you would have had wonderful shots. For awhile it was coming down so hard, and we had thunder snow!
Cooking is a wonderful expression of love.
And let’s hope this is the end of the snow! (K)
Thank you, Kerfe.
Yes, I do hope that’s the end of it. That was some storm we had yesterday.
Yes it was. Luckily we escaped the worst of it, mostly just messy. Some places not that far away had 26 inches…
Wow!
Love the poem, especially the ending!
Thank you very much, Shirley!
Oh this is so charming and romantic! I need to read this while living in a city as hard as Paris where people think love blossoms on every pair of lips locked. In reality, romance has long since absconded and lips are bared only for tutting while accompanying shoulder shrugs but I am glad to see you are keeping romance alive. Keep me a cookie too!!
Thank you, Damien. Isn’t Paris supposed to be the city of love? Ignore those tut-tutting naysayers with their raised eyebrows and shrugging shoulders. Romance is out there ready to swoop, I’m sure.
I’m not sure if this is romance though. I think it’s more of an every day sort of caring and love. These are called Welsh cookies–more to have with your Irish tea than French wine. 😉
Call it caring, love or romance, the beauty is in the action.
Tourists keep the city alive with romance as they come here as if it was where it was created but they rarely find it being held in French hands. Saint valentine skipped over the city very quickly but left a myth behind him in his wake.
Don’t worry though, this hopeless romantic here will always be on the lookout 😊
Oh, welsh cookies- delicious! Remember though the Irish take tea in their milk and not the other way around! With alcohol they just add more alcohol!
Hahaha. You made me laugh, hopeless romantic. 🙂
At least I still have a hold on the word hope (more or less full) 😂
🙂
Love this…as ephemeral as the spring time snow…those cookies look good!
Thank you very much, Janice!
I hoping that snow melts quickly. 🙂
Yes! 🙂
Sounds like something I’d think of doing if the g’kids we’re heading my way. But I find there’s never much down time when the families are here; everything is scheduled. (Don’t get me started.) I’m not actually going to make them this time either as both Woody and I are off sugar. (Unless there’s not a lot of sugar?). I was mostly curious.
That was not a very clear response, was it? C’est la vie.
There’s not a lot of sugar in these, but they’re not sugarless. Plus sugar in the currants. There is a lot of fat–3 sticks of butter. The recipe I had from Doug’s grandmother used lard and margarine. I found I did post the recipe here, but I can send it to you if you want. https://merrildsmith.wordpress.com/2013/11/27/mixing-and-stirring-blending-food-family-and-friend/
Nice sound. I like the ephemeral baked love tokens.
Thank you, Frank!
Beautiful! The cookies look yummy! I love your ephemeral tokess… “one of the best ways to a man’s heart!!”
dwight
Thank you very much, Dwight!
I like springtime snow as it covers and refreshes and melts quickly – doesn’t get dirty! I enjoyed the segway from the fresh snow to the icing on the cake 🙂
Thank you very much! 🙂
Those are sweet tokens of Love, Merril. The mission which took him out in the inclement weather was also his Love token. Beautiful! 💕
Thank you very much, Robin. I think my husband enjoyed the surprise. He had a class to teach–a retirement job–he teaches part-time at a community college. The college closed for the afternoon, but he was already there, since he teaches in the morning. 🙂
I’m sure it was a special treat surprise. They looked yummy and I like your thoughtfulness. 😋