Blizzards, Rings

Blizzards have many side effects. From a purely personal perspective, I seek any available option to avoid the dismal reality of isolation due to winter weather,

This week I found two, both provocative in different ways

First I resurrected my dormant Cuisinart bread maker and the recipe discovered long ago on another snowbound day for Butterkuchen featured in Mimi Sheraton’s THE GERMAN COOKBOOK.

After the ingredients were assembled and blissfully spinning in the ever faithful Cuisinart appliance, I returned to reading “How Many Rings Is Too Many?” written in the NYT by Vanessa Friedman.

At a recent social event, a fellow guest inquired why I chose to wear “all” my rings at the same time. The question made me change a habit of decades to wear significant gifts evoking comfort. The next day I began to leave my jewels intact in the security of their silken pouch.

I stopped wearing any rings other than the treasured white gold band that will forever embrace the third finger of the my left hand.

And I suddenly realize the seemingly never ending snow apparently has had two quite different side effects on my isolated world.

I rediscovered the absolute bliss of homemade Butterkurchen as well as the pleasure of owning a Cuisinart appliance.

And I made a long overdue decision to resurrect the rings that always gave me comfort and restore them to my fingers.

Today I temporarily forget the snow but wear rings on my fingers as I enjoy homemade butter cake along with a cup of very dark black coffee.