Sweet Wonder

Sweet Wonder I am grateful for a lemon knowing  its bitter-bright fresh worth and  knowing too how to catch the eye of cinnamon’s ‘hello there.’ I am grateful for the way that chemistry welcomes -ish (up to a point—as science is science and has reason keeping watch); for the resistance of dough that welcomes my…

Because it is Pleasing to my Soul (or Breaking out the Big Mixer)

When I was a child, I associated my father with the making of certain specific foods.  He would produce occasional batches of what we called “New Orleans square doughnuts” throughout the year and do the cranking on homemade ice cream in summer.  Above all, though, bread-making was a favourite.  Both parents made bread, and we…

In the Kitchen Chapel

In the Kitchen Chapel I stood in the middle of a kitchen filledwith rhythms and rites and texturesthat soothe like prayer does.Rising like incense from a thurible panfull of chilis and smoked paprika,onions and garlic and grace and a couple of shallots.A small dice with a sharp knife, a blessing sought,a scrape toward a surface…

Biscuits with Lyrical Jam

Because sometimes a blog entry comes out like this…and the biscuits are delicious, by the way. Biscuits SIFT: 2 c. flour 4 t baking powder (PLUS if desired… 3 T granulated sugar, a bit of cinnamon, a bit of cardamom—a decent 1/4 t each?) GRATE INTO DRY: 1 stick of really cold butter (I am…