Recipe

Cranberry-Orange Oatmeal Cookies

These are my son’s favorite cookies

After yesterday’s post, I need a palate cleanser, something to clear the cobwebs of the nasties — that bad-taste feeling with which all things Trump leaves me.

Cooking is magic. I am a cooking sorceress — at least, to Gray. As a child, my son actually described me that way to a group of folks once or twice. He still claims I can take any random collection of ingredients and magically make the best thing you ever put in your mouth. Well… I suppose it seemed that way to his young mind back then.

Of course, cooking is really chemistry. But, the love of cooking and the results are magical. I might go as far as saying “mystical.” It’s also a great way for me to clear the cobwebs of the nasties.

Few things feel as rewarding as bringing my little family and friends together for a joyful meal — and basking in their appreciation of my culinary efforts. I’m sure fellow family cooks Maryan Pelland, Woman with a Pen, Suzanne V. Tanner, M.B.A., Nancy Santos, Barbara Carter, Elizabeth Sobieski, Harry Hogg (for “her who must be obeyed”), JonesPJ, CD Richardson, Borja Garcia, Chrysa Stergiou, Eunice Rabert Hernández (for your baking husband), Sal Gallaher, Your NativeFriend, and Jason Provencio will agree. I encourage them and all my readers will share their autumn harvest recipes — and please tag me.