Strawberry Clouds and Angel Wings


Strawberry Clouds and Angel Wings

It would never be enough.

Broken Angels

“No one who is young is ever going to be old.”

East of Eden, John Steinbeck


I’m chasing the sweet spot of cascading memories. Almost a year has passed since I lost my mother. I really do miss her. I haven’t written much about anything since her death. What can be said about loss that hasn’t already been said? This story and it’s recipes came together in bits and pieces, the roiling of memories all tangled with now.

There were shelves in every room, mostly filled with nick-knacks or books. Like many homes there is a hallway leading to the bedrooms. At the end of this hallway there is a collection of angels gathered on floor to ceiling shelves. They are of all sizes and styles. Some fancy gifts, others brought home from garage sales. Their wings hang limply under the weight of the years. She had been frail and ill long enough for the dust to cement the angels firmly in place.

Angel Wing Sugar Cookies

It seemed that she kept most everything. But there were certain things she liked, everything wouldn’t have fit in the small house. Going through the boxes kept us busy for months. The decisions overwhelmed, just too much, too many. Box after box, gone through, then repacked and labeled. We went through closets, cabinets, dressers, trunks too. We never made it into the garage or yard around the house. He made sure to keep that part of his life a secret from us.

Every visit, the collection of angels confronted me. The delicate white porcelain beauty we gave her at Christmas one year, the rustic hand-carved angel brought back from Santa Fe. I knew she believed in both angels and devils. With great conviction she had told me so. Troubled, I again wondered if she had knowledge of spirits among us or was just flat out crazy. I knew each visit might be the last time I would be able get into the house, still I ignored the angels. The last time I visited he had sold her entire collection. Vanished, gone, all the boxes gone. The house was filling with his things, the last pieces of her life sold or given away. The fate of her angel collection made my heart ache. One last time, I stood in front of the shelves, taking the time to look at every angel. I didn’t want a collection of angels, I wanted to remember her. I had gathered up so many of her things that now my house was full of her. It would never be enough.

Angel Wing Sugar Cookies

They had been pushed to the back on one of the top shelves. As soon as I saw them I knew they would come home with me. These angels began the collection many years ago. Three were taller and had come as a set, the forth was smaller. They all were hand carved from wood. She had purchased them in Austria or Italy in the 1950’s. She had told me the wooden angels were her four children. I want to ask her about the tiny angel that holds an accordion and has long blonde hair.

Broken Angels

I took the four angels home, scrubbed them with a small brush and warm water. The tiny angel no longer has wings. Just stubs instead of appendages. To me it’s still an angel. The wood is brittle. The larger angels have lost hands, wings are missing, broken. Her angels were perfect once. Time and circumstance has changed all that. I’m sure she would tell me that even with broken wings, a piece of the angel remains.


The Strawberry Clouds are not too sweet, which wonderfully allows the berry flavor to sparkle in every bite. Do use the sweetest, ripest berries for the best flavor. The sugar cookie Angel Wings are excellent for dipping into the clouds, although a spoon would be the proper serving utensil. The Strawberry Clouds are Strawberry Mousse from the Miette cookbook, which I’ve wanted to make since I first read through the book. What an easy and stellar recipe! Angel Wing sugar cookies with royal icing from Martha’s recipes. I found the angel wing cookie cutters here.

Strawberry Clouds and Angel Wings

Broken Angels

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25 Responses to Strawberry Clouds and Angel Wings

  1. Gerlinde says:

    Oh Deb, I hope those angles will be with you for a long time reminding you of the good times you had with your mother. What a touching post, working through your grief by making angel wing cookies floating on strawberry clouds. Just beautiful and sweet.

  2. valentina says:

    Oh what sweet memories and angels. Beautiful.

  3. Patty says:

    Hi Deb!
    This is such a sweet post on a subject that touches me as well. I’m so happy you have those lovely angels to enjoy and what a wonderful creative dessert you’re sharing in honor of your mother. Those glass bowls of strawberry mousse look as if they are ready to take flight with their ethereal wings. Xxooxx Patty

  4. I am touched by what you have shared and also what is left unsaid. I adore the 4 angels you chose and the food you baked/cooked to accompany this story. I am glad the words are coming out Deb!

  5. Beautiful writing, Deb, and a fitting tribute with this lovely dessert. My heart goes out to you. I know how difficult a year it must have been for you.

  6. Carol Sacks says:

    Gracious, what a tender, moving post. My thoughts are with you, Deb.

  7. Sending you hugs, Deb! Time flies but great memories last forever, especially those of a beloved one.
    I’d be quite happy to eat this heavenly dessert, made of strawberry mousse and sugar cookies.

  8. What bittersweet memories, Deb! I’m glad the angels found their home with you. This is such a thoughtful tribute after a difficult year.

    Your strawberry clouds look almost ethereal, what a lovely dessert!

    • Deb says:

      Thank you so much Laura, I’m very glad I brought the four angels home with me. That have a new place to reside!

  9. Deb, years back I had a job as liaison to seniors downsizing from their homes of many years, often after losing their life long love, into assisted care facilities. My job was to help them decide what belongings to keep and which to let go of. Many times I held a knick-knack or trinket in my hand waiting for my client to either release it, or determine it was something they just weren’t prepared to give up yet. As I wrapped their precious belongings for giveaway, I often imagined what stories the objects would tell if they could. Such as it is with your mom’s angels. They sat watch, perched high upon her shelves for many years. Those angels have stories, and now in your keeping, they also have life.

    • Deb says:

      Mary I commend you for your work with seniors, I’m not sure I could manage! I worked many years in the medical field and often came home drained and heartbroken. Thank you for your kind and thoughtful comment, it is very much appreciated.

  10. So divine in every way. I will certainly make this ethereal recipe.

  11. such a lovely post and a delightful treat.

  12. MARY K GOOD says:

    I would love to try your strawberry cloud and angel wing sugar cookies as i love that flavor so much thanks for.sharing ur wonderful story with everyone those angels are beautiful. I myself collect aangels i love to. Look at them

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