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Vanilla Crescents -- The New Year I Made for One

New Year's. 2021. Miya is at Brian's for New Year's Eve — the calendar said so, the calendar that governs our lives now — and I am alone in the apartment with the ozoni and the chipped bowl and the new year. I made the soup. The dashi was right. The mochi puffed. The broth was clear and deep. I sat at the small table and ate the ozoni and did not cry, which is progress from last year, when I cried, and from the year before, when I cried harder. The grief is not gone. The grief will never be gone. But the grief has company now — it shares the room with pride, and gratitude, and the quiet satisfaction of a woman who made ozoni alone and it was good.

I did not watch the ball drop. I did not watch fireworks. I sat in the kitchen at midnight and listened to the distant sounds of celebration and thought about the year: the pandemic that shut the world down. The marriage that I shut down. The apartment that I opened up. The book that is writing itself, chapter by chapter, in the hours after Miya's bedtime. The blog that grew from seven thousand to eleven thousand readers. The life that shrunk from a marriage to a one-bedroom apartment and somehow, impossibly, expanded.

I made a New Year's resolution: formalize the divorce. The separation has been informal — we agreed, we divided, we scheduled, but the legal paperwork has not been filed. The paperwork is the wall between separated and divorced, and I need the wall to come down, not because the wall matters practically but because the wall matters psychologically. I need the word. I need "divorced" instead of "separated." I need the finality. I need the door to close so that I can stop looking back through it.

Miya came back from Brian's on January 2nd with a new stuffed animal and the report that "Daddy made pancakes and they were good." I said, "That's wonderful." I meant it. Brian making pancakes is Brian parenting, and Brian parenting is what I want, and the wanting is genuine even if it coexists with the petty, human, inevitable thought: my ozoni was better than his pancakes. The thought is small. The thought is true. The thought is mine and I am keeping it, filed next to the other small truths that keep me company in this apartment where the truths don't have to compete with anyone else's version of events.

The ozoni was the meal that mattered on New Year’s Day, but in the days after — the strange, in-between days of early January when the resolution is still fresh and the apartment is still quiet — I wanted something to bake. Something small and precise and a little ceremonial. Vanilla crescents felt right: they are a holiday cookie in many traditions, they require patience and intention, and they result in something beautiful that you can eat one at a time, slowly, with tea, alone at a small table without apology. Making them felt like the sweet continuation of what the ozoni started — the formal declaration that this apartment, this year, this life I am building, deserves its own small rituals.

Vanilla Crescents

Prep Time: 20 min | Cook Time: 15 min | Total Time: 35 min | Servings: 28 cookies

Ingredients

  • 1 cup (2 sticks) unsalted butter, softened to room temperature
  • 1/2 cup powdered sugar, plus 3/4 cup more for rolling
  • 1 1/2 tsp pure vanilla extract
  • 2 cups all-purpose flour
  • 3/4 cup finely ground blanched almonds or almond flour
  • 1/4 tsp fine salt
  • 1/4 tsp almond extract (optional)

Instructions

  1. Preheat oven. Heat your oven to 350°F (175°C). Line two baking sheets with parchment paper.
  2. Cream butter and sugar. In a large bowl, beat the softened butter and 1/2 cup powdered sugar together with a hand mixer or stand mixer on medium speed until light and fluffy, about 2–3 minutes. Add the vanilla extract (and almond extract, if using) and beat to combine.
  3. Add dry ingredients. Reduce mixer speed to low. Add the flour, ground almonds, and salt. Mix until the dough just comes together — it will be slightly crumbly but should hold when pressed. Do not overmix.
  4. Shape the crescents. Scoop about 1 tablespoon of dough at a time. Roll each piece into a short log about 2 inches long, then curve the ends gently inward to form a crescent shape. Place crescents 1 inch apart on the prepared baking sheets.
  5. Bake. Bake for 13–15 minutes, until the bottoms are just barely golden and the tops are set but still pale. Do not let them brown — they should be delicate and sandy.
  6. Roll in sugar. Let the crescents cool on the pan for exactly 5 minutes — they need to be warm but not hot. Gently roll each one in the remaining 3/4 cup powdered sugar until fully coated. Transfer to a wire rack to cool completely, then roll in powdered sugar once more for a thick, even coating.
  7. Store. Keep in an airtight container at room temperature for up to 10 days. The powdered sugar coating will absorb slightly over time — a second dusting before serving is always welcome.

Nutrition (per serving)

Calories: 105 | Protein: 1g | Fat: 7g | Carbs: 9g | Fiber: 0g | Sodium: 22mg

Jen Nakamura
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Jen Nakamura
Week 231 of Jen’s 30-year story · Portland, Oregon
Jen is a forty-year-old yoga instructor and divorced mom in Portland who traded panic attacks for plants and never looked back. She's Japanese-American on her father's side — third-generation, with a family history that includes wartime internment and generational silence — and white on her mother's. Her cooking is plant-forward, intuitive, and deeply influenced by both her Japanese grandmother's techniques and the Pacific Northwest farmers market she visits every Saturday rain or shine. Which in Portland means mostly rain.

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