I feel powerless in the face of senseless violence. Tragic news of the Newtown school shooting starkly reminds me we do not live in a safe world and a few selfish violent people among us can take away all that we love and cherish. I long to hold on tightly to my loved ones and do not let go. It is merely a game of chance that we do not fall victim to such horror.
I seek solace in the kitchen. Holiday baking suggests spreading cheers and somehow that does not feel quite right. However, just using my hands to create something tasty lightened the heavy feeling in my heart. My mind was distracted momentarily when all that mattered was making sure the cookies turn out successfully. I chose to make biscotti, something that I’ve only baked once in my life back in culinary school. Biscotti is an addictive treat to me but I absolutely loathe to make them. Every time I pick up a biscotti recipe, I have visions of the half-baked log crumbling to dust when I slice it to individual pieces.