It has been more than 2 months since my last posting. These weeks have been filled with joy, grief, change, friends, excitement, loss, fun, adventure, family, and growth. It’s been a crazy ride, that’s for certain!
Without history we are infants. Of all intellectual pursuits, history is the most supremely useful. That is why people crave it and need ever more of it.
– Simon Jenkins, “The London Times”
One of the first gardens I planted was filled with every black flower I could find. This was somewhat of a fad during the Victorian era, which I find intriguing. Can you imagine elegant women in long, floofy dresses tending gardens? That might be as difficult as imagining ME working in flowerbeds. But I tried.
True confession here: I am not a huge fan of dessert. My husband grew up with a mother who baked pies, cakes, and cookies daily, and each meal – and every cup of coffee – was accompanied by some wonderful homemade treat. Honestly, I would rather eat a candy bar filled with tons of sugar, fat, and preservatives than a slice of homemade pie. But that may change!
I like to daydream about winning the lottery, how I would choose to spend and give away the money, and how winning wouldn’t change who I am. But alas, I’ve never purchased a lottery ticket in my life. And record Power Ball winnings pale in comparison to these little gems!
I don’t like doughnuts or pastries. Even the smell can turn my stomach. Strange? Of course I am! But I can point to a cold and rainy day in the summer of 1970 as we were driving through the Danish countryside. We stopped at a bakery for cocoa and a treat, and the warm, sweet, suffocating smell of pasteries overwhelmed me. End of story.
Long ago and far away I had large glass jars with dry mixes for everything – waffles, soups, muffins, hot cocoa, pudding, etc. Days spent at the farm with little kids under foot were made simpler that way, and edible gifts were created in pretty canning jars with the “help” of said kids.
It is very tempting to eat this sauce for dessert. And for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and a few snack times in between. It is incredible!
I love hearty breads and substantial cookies. Some baked goods, however, call for a more delicate flour blend. This is the best I’ve found:
I don’t like to argue, and I don’t like to debate. But I cannot decide whether these are muffins or cupcakes. There is a dangerously fine line between the two!!! These are decadently sweet and drizzled with chocolate, but they contain good-for-you vegetables. So you will have to decide on your own: cupcakes? or muffins? MUFFCAKES