Today the sky was a deep blue, and although the weather was brisk, it was pleasant being outside. But another one of those storms seems to be making its way toward the Northeast, and this one even has a name—Nemo. Therefore, I duly went to the supermarket—before the rush—to pick up a few things. I didn’t have to buy much. I make it a point to stockpile a fair amount of food, which means I usually have basic supplies on hand. (There is a difference between stockpiling and hoarding, and perhaps in another post I’ll write about the difference between the two.)
I hauled quite a bit of wood for the furnace, and this included sledgehammering some of the bottom layer of frozen wood stuck in the ground. While I did get a wheelbarrow full of wood from my sledgehammering, I must admit that I’m not very good at it. Many of my attempts amounted to nothing more than a few flying splinters of wood, with the log remaining frozen firmly in place. Lastly, using a little handsaw, I sawed some fallen branches I had hauled in from the woods, and got a nice bucket of small logs for my efforts. I am amazing myself with all the things I am learning to do now that my husband, Clif, with his broken wrist, can’t do heavy chores anymore. By the time summer comes, I’ll have arms and legs of steel.
The electric snow-thrower Dee bought us for Christmas is ready, and we even have a 100-foot cord that will allow me to reach the end of the driveway. Downstairs, there are two big buckets of water for the toilet should the power go out, and tonight I’ll be filling my stock pans with water to set on the stove. (If the power does go out, then I’ll be doing a lot of scooping and shovelling.)
But the most important thing I did was to make homemade granola cookies. I figured I needed something to keep my strength up as I shovelled, snow-blowed, and hauled more wood in. Yesterday, I made a big batch of nutty, crunchy granola, using a Mark Bittman recipe, and what should pop into my mind but granola cookies, which I have never made. I had a basic idea of how it should be done—essentially chocolate chip cookies with granola replacing a fair amount of the flour. When I went online to look for a recipe, I discovered that my hunch was right, and I decided to go with this recipe from allrecipes.com. You might call these cookies glorified oatmeal cookies, but the emphasis should be on “glorified.” My nutty, crunchy, coconutty granola gives these cookies a special twist, and I think they just might be my new favorite cookie, beating out plain chocolate chip cookies and gingersnaps. (This last statement is tantamount to heresy in my house, but I like these granola cookies so much that I’m not recanting.)
So come on, Storm Nemo, we’re ready for you. If the gods are smiling on us, we won’t lose our power, I won’t catch Clif’s cold—so far, so good—and we won’t get more than a foot of snow.
One thing is certain, we won’t be going to the Red Barn tomorrow night for supper. That will have to wait until the storm has passed. In the meantime, I can console myself with a granola cookie or two. I’ll have earned them.