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Peaceful breath and perfect pie.

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LEMON PIE

I struggled ten or fifteen years
To make good lemon pie.
The crust was thin, the paste was thick,
And the meringue was dry.

The crust was thick, the filling thin,
The top was limp and flat!
I thought, I’ve met my Waterloo–
I’ll never master that!

But I toiled on while bitter tears
Fell often on my board.
And now I’ll draw a peaceful breath–
I’ve reaped a rich reward.

I heard the village gossip say,
Today as I passed by:
“I never liked her, but she makes
A perfect lemon pie.”

-Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings

I made a lemon meringue pie only once, and wrote about it here: Pie Amusement

You might think from the way I talked about pies ten years ago that I would have made dozens more by now, at least one a month, right? I have not. But, maybe I will this week — haha! I truly have been wanting to bake some kind of dessert so that I can call — or more likely, text — the neighbors and ask them for dessert on one of these long evenings. For me, baking a pie is a monumental event, and I don’t know if I can change my perspective at this stage of life.

This poem is from the poetry collection Songs of a Housewife, but you might be more familiar with the poet as the author of The Yearling. If you’d like to read more about the housewife-poet Rawlings, Sandy’s Chatter featured a post about her some time back, and shared another poem, “Prize Jelly.”

Showing the good side of my lemon meringue pie.

 

Grandchildren enjoy gnomes and goats.

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A couple of grandchildren, Ivy and Jamie, were with me for ten days, which we all agreed felt luxurious. We walked a lot! To the grocery store twice, to the bridge over the creek almost every evening, to the fairy houses and to the library more than once.

We made four visits to two library branches in the first five days, during which the children stocked up on their favorite authors and titles that are not available in their more rural area of northern California. Armloads were brought into the house to read in bed early and late, and at various other times throughout the day. Space Boy graphic novels, The Ranger’s Apprentice series, Nathan Hale’s Hazardous Tales, and a Godzilla encyclopedia were among the stacks.

We also read together: from The Little Bookroom by Eleanor Farjeon — it seems we always must do that one; Malcolm Guite’s new Galahad and the Grail; and we listened to all of Johnny Tremain while doing jigzaw puzzles or riding in the car.

I have to say a little about Galahad, which I had been waiting to read until I had someone to read with, as it’s a long poem best read aloud. The children were happy to join me; they are very familiar with the Arthur stories and liked hearing this telling of it. Here’s one random stave’s opening page:

It is gorgeous to look at, to feel, and to hear. It is bound in such a way that when I laid it down face up for a few minutes,  the pages were relaxed and I didn’t lose my place. We read three or four staves, which was a good start for me. I will continue to read aloud now, though no one but me will listen.

One day the children and I got an informal tour of a farm animal sanctuary that a friend of mine operates. The guide had to leave us alone in the “Kiddergarten” for a while, which was the highlight of our visit there. The kids were darling and so friendly. That day was a joy for every one of us.

Another day we drove out to the coast and soaked up the sun for several hours.  We brought home quite a bit of sand, and some of this bright green kelp, which I washed six times and then cooked into soup.

Both of the children slurped that up eagerly, and I finished the last of it today.

I wanted to check out the stretch along the creek where we discovered installations of fairy houses, gnomes and mushrooms several years ago, and to see if anything had survived the intervening winter storms and high water. So we took the bike path farther than usual, and found one of my near neighbors whom I never see, adding a few new items that very minute.

After the neighbor departed, Ivy found a place she could get across the creek to do various repair work and rearranging of gnomes and houses that had fallen over. Most of the fairies were pretty weather worn, but several new and bright mushrooms and gnomes had been added to the landscape.

Ivy was frustrated by not being able to do more. We tried to imagine how some of the fairies had been hung high above the creek; a ladder must have been involved, and dedicated, visionary artists. I wished for some pruning shears to open up the space for better viewing, and Ivy resolved to make a sign for the area; she accomplished that last night after sawing an old board from the garage to size. Today we went back and she very cleverly hung the sign.

It reads, “Welcome to the Fairie Village of Feather Tree.” Feather Tree refers to a couple of trees nearby into whose bark dozens of bird feathers had been inserted, which I failed to take a picture of.

When we got home I looked for my own garden gnome and found him in the playhouse. He is also weatherbeaten and faded, so Ivy took him home to give him a fresh coat of paint.

Yesterday was our last full day together. Jamie was already at his other grandma’s house, when Ivy and I decided to make cookies. We baked and assembled the Lemon-Poppyseed Sandwich Cookies I have made at Christmastime more than once. With two of us working at it, they were so easy. We finished just after dinnertime and took plates of them next door and across the street to four of my neighbors.

It has been a great week! I kept thinking I would post about our doings midway, but evidently there was not enough mental focus for that. Now the house is back to normal, with only one person reading early and late. I’ll be re-grouping and organizing my mental resources, and getting ready for the next visit from family, in only about three weeks. The summer has surely begun on a note of happiness.

A belated letter from Lent.

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I’d like to catch up here about a few of the things that happened, and that I did, during the several weeks I was absent from the blogging world. These are the kinds of things you can take pictures of, so they are not many, considering all the hours and days we are talking about. It often happened that I would think to take a picture somewhere, but then I would think, “I’m not blogging, so I don’t really need a picture of that.” And it was nice. Life is full. Here are some of the ways my days were full of life:

Birthdays: I cooked for two of the birthday parties that I attended. One of my accomplishments in this department was a batch of vegan gluten-free chocolate cupcakes, which the party-goers thought wonderful; I ate two of them myself. The picture is from before they went into the oven. You might guess that there were beets in the batter!

Later I drove north for grandson Jamie’s 11th birthday, and took the job of baking the cake he remembers always being the tradition for his day, a “Black Forest Cake” made with a box mix, whipped cream, and canned cherry pie filling. The top layer of my version was so domed, I had to create a lake from the whipped cream to hold the cherries. No one should be surprised to find a lake in the Black Forest, right?

Up there, spring was early, and when we took walks in the woods we encountered dogwood flowers a month before they’d normally be seen. And a trillium. I am rarely in a place to see trilliums when they are newly opened, so that was wonderful.

Other cooking: A bigger project than the birthday baking was for church. I took a whole day to experiment at home in an effort to figure out how to get a consistently good imprint on the tops of our altar bread that we call prosphora.

And I learned a lot, though the huge batch of dough (it used 20+ cups of flour) from which I  made four sizes of breads, overwhelmed my kitchen — or more precisely, my mind, as I scrambled to keep track of timers and squeeze everything into my oven.

It seemed pretty chaotic for a while, but the end result was quite satisfactory, Glory to God! It was on St. Patrick’s Day, and I had been to church that morning so as to start my project off right. Thank you, Saint Patrick!

Reading: You can see from the sidebar that I read several books, but the one I most wanted to read for “lenten reading” I haven’t finished yet. It’s Transfiguring Time by Olivier Clément, and is a beautiful complement to the joy of Pascha, as the author’s own joy at the Christian message shines through every page. Clément was born in 1921 in France, and spent his 20’s exploring the religions of the East, in particular India. He became somewhat of an expert on ancient cosmologies and their concept of time, and when he discovered the Christian faith as elucidated by Vladimir Lossky, he saw the huge contrast. I’m sure I’ll share some quotes from Clément later.

Little breads for church feasts: For the feast of the 40 Martyrs of Sebaste I decided to bake Lark Buns for my church school class.

40 Martyrs Sebaste

The symbolism has to do with larks in springtime, but also the spirits of the martyrs flying up to heaven. You have to bake 40 of them, of course, so quite a few were left over to pass around to a few people at the agape meal. That was fun.

At the very end of Lent, on Palm Sunday, to commemorate Lazarus Saturday which was the day before, the cooks who prepared the agape meal made a batch of Lazarus Buns. They are just as cute!

In the garden: We had a couple of very warm weeks in March, and around the date of the equinox, when weather returned to normal, it was as though summer had ended and spring had arrived. It was easy to be out of doors during that special time. I had organized my seeds…

…and planted several 3″ pots with winter squash: kabocha, butternut and Delicata. Because of there being so much sunshine and high temps, I was able to leave them outdoors much of the time. Just before recent rains I set them out into the garden, and if we don’t get any killing frosts I should end up with a good supply of squash in the fall.

I harvested plenty of greens and they were delicious. The Chinese Broccoli towered over the garden bed and swayed prettily, scattering its flower petals around, but I didn’t get very much in the way of the broccoli part from it, and the larger leaves were bitter.

The Tasmanian Flax is blooming this spring, after readying itself for three years, and I am thrilled. Each flower is exquisite and dainty, and there are hundreds of them, so we can expect a slew of berries in a few months.

Now I must check out what my fellow bloggers have been doing the last two months ❤

Got butter and eggs?

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Custard

In the Orthodox Church we start fasting from meat a week before full-on Lent. And this week we don’t restrict ourselves otherwise, even on Wednesday and Friday. I thought I might post an appropriate recipe … but I’ve run out of time, so instead I’m just going to put up a few pictures of such foods as I have cooked, and might cook again, during these seven days.

Butter Week Quiche
Salty Honey Pie

As I eat more butter than cheese always, I prefer to call it Butter Week,
but Cheesefare Week is also a good name.

Egg Lemon Soup

I can make Egg Lemon Soup with vegetable broth instead of the traditional chicken broth, but I can’t see making it without eggs, though I’ve seen recipes for such a thing. But please, give it a new name if you are going to do that!

Tea Eggs

You know I’ve never even flirted with the idea of being vegan.

Lemon Sour Cream Cake

You can find some of these recipes on my Recipes page tabbed above.
Happy Butter Week!