Somewhere very close to where I live, about and hour or so up, there’s still snow enough to ski, snow enough to walk lightly on snowshoes through the hush of a forest at night. Recent temperatures in the 50’s feels near balmy and it’s drawn people to tap their springtime dreams with a weekend spent clearing fallen brown pine needles from lawns and biking to the coffee shop near the park.
But for a group of 12 who remember that winter still thrives in higher elevations, a winter picnic and evening hike are on the agenda. These cookies were made to provide a (lucky) sweet ending to a sunset walk in the snow and to winter activities winding down for the season. A nod to the glistening magic of snow and its sliding, slippery recreational qualities, before we turn toward the sun and fields of grass green and dry enough for soccer games, tag and the lazy joy of spectating.