Being laid low for several weeks with COVID, not terribly sick, but fatigued and coughing, I admit that I haven't done an much that's new for a while. I did read several books I've had on my radar since forever (Sinclair Lewis Arrowsmith, Zora Neale Hurston Their Eyes Were Watching God, and about a third into All Quiet on the Western Front), and although I turned to a lot of old favorite movies (Shane, Rebecca, Stupid Crazy Love), I did watch one we've had in our collection for decades, the documentary Grass, which is about this country's history with and attitudes toward marijuana.
However, yesterday I did something that definitely goes on the Something New list. I had a recipe for rugelach cookies that I've been wanting to make, but a) it seemed sort of complicated and b) I don't bake cookies much any more because Sweet Hubby and I don't want to have them around too often. But friends were coming over for a nice visit on the deck, so I did it. I made rugelach.
They're not really complicated so much as time-consuming and difficult to work with. They entail rolling some very stiff, sticky dough into a circle, adding the fillings, and rolling wedges into croissant shapes. They came out delicious and rich, but didn't look at all like the recipe photos, and were instead all sorts of sloppy, saggy, lumpy shapes. Still, I got a lot of satisfaction out of doing something I'd been avoiding, and fortunately there are only a few left. Which SH will eat one bite per day and I'll wolf down if I'm not very, very strict with myself.
It's nice to be almost back to human.
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