Archives for the month of: November, 2012

For GG’s birthday, this:

I feel so lucky to be her mother. My feelings are beyond anything I can communicate with words, photos, music, hugs, or anything else I know. I just have to believe she understands.

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a day to treasure

This morning I got it in my head that you might like to see how I make my scones. Would you?

I didn’t have scones, growing up in Nebraska. Or bagels, either- I had my first bagel when I was 12 years old, the year I had my first airplane flight. At home we had biscuits and bread, and all kinds of lovely desserts from scratch.

But once I’d tasted scones I was forever smitten and I knew I had to learn to make them. I started using something near to my current formula when I was living in New England in 1992. I change it around based on what I have in the house and what is seasonally appealing. Here are the ingredients I used today:

1 1/4 cup oats, ground in my rocket blender to equal about 1 cup

1 cup all-purpose flour

1/4 cup whole wheat flour

1/4 cup wheat gern

1 Tablespoon baking powder

1/2 teaspoon baking soda

1/2 teaspoon salt

2 Tablespoons sugar

1/2 cup cold butter, cut into pea-sized cubes

1 c. heavy cream

Added to half the batch, 1/3 cup dried blueberries

Added to the other half, 1/3 cup currants and 1/3 cup walnuts, more or less

a hearty Saturday walk

I was all prepared to spend 14 hours judging a high school speech and debate tournament today, but as luck would have it, there was an excess of volunteers. I find it touching how many people volunteer their time for these tournaments. Students who have graduated even come back to volunteer alongside parents and coaches. GG’s coach has been giving his Saturdays to the cause for somewhere around 26 years.
For me today, the generosity of a group of graduates means a Saturday to myself, to work on gifts, snuggle with the pets, and walk the dog in the pouring rain. Aah, nice.

I’m still so new to blogging that I become easily mystified. How is it that sometimes my photographs are grouped in galleries and other times not? I wish I could say I was controlling the process, but alas, I think my blogging is rather like a fill-in-the-blank project right now, and likely more resembling a Mad Lib than an ace exam.

Fair Isle Sweater

This is my first Fair Isle project, a work in progress.

Autumn Colorwash

Maple