Some Sunday mornings, it’s all I can do to drag myself out of bed and turn the oven on, let alone dream up a complicated treat for coffee time. On those days, the temperature is set to 425°, and I throw together some variation of this basic scone recipe. For a tea party or morning coffee gathering, make two varieties at the same time, or choose to make one batch of either sweet or savoury. The recipe doubles easily to serve a crowd.
BASIC SCONES [makes a total of 12 medium sized or 16 small]
- 2 cups all purpose flour
- 1/4 cup sugar
- 4 tsp. baking powder
- 1/2 tsp. salt
- 1/3 cup cold butter [ you can use hard margarine, but butter really is better]
- 1 egg
- 3/4 cup plain yoghurt OR 2/3 cup buttermilk
Stir together flour sugar, salt and baking powder
Cut butter in until crumbly. At this point, if you are making sweet and savoury scones, split the flour mixture between two bowls. Add any one or two* of the following to each bowl [amounts given are approximate for a FULL recipe: halve if you are making two varieties – add more or less to taste].
*or none for lovely plain scones perfect to serve with butter or jam.
- 1/2 cup raisins, currants, dried cranberries, glazed fruit
- 1/2 cup fresh chopped strawberries or cherries, whole blueberries or other berries
- 1/3 cup dark,milk, white chocolate – chopped or chips.
- 1 tablespoon or so of grated orange or lemon rind [I like to combine lemon rind and finely chopped candied ginger]
- 1/2 cup shredded apple [you may need less liquid if the apple is juicy]
- finely chopped almonds, pecans or walnuts
- cinnamon, nutmeg, ginger to taste
- 1/2 cup shredded or crumbled medium or sharp cheese – cheddar, asiago, swiss, etc.
- 1/4 cup chopped green onion or minced onion
- 1/2 cup chopped ham
- 2-3 slices bacon, crumbled
- 2 tablespoons chopped sundried tomatoes
- garlic, oregano, basil, black pepper to taste
In a separate bowl, beat together egg and yoghurt. Pour into flour mixture [half to each bowl if you’re making two varieties], adding just enough to moisten the mixture so that it clumps together but is not sticky. Depending on the thickness of the yoghurt, you may need to add a tablespoon or so of milk if the mixture is too dry.
Knead two or three times to form a ball, then pat each ball into a 6″ round on a greased cookie sheet: if you are only making one variety, make two 6″ rounds. Score into wedges: I usually do 8 small wedges; for larger scones: 6 wedges. You can also roll the dough out about 1″ thick on a floured board and cut into rounds with a glass or biscuit cutter.
Optional: brush with milk and sprinkle with sugar [or cinnamon sugar for apple or nut scones]. For savoury scones, you may wish to brush with milk and sprinkle a little extra cheese on top.
Bake at 425° for about 15 minutes or until risen and golden brown. Serve warm.
When my boys were little and loud and so very boy-ish, my only request for Mother’s Day was “take them away and let me read my book in peace.” No breakfast-in-bed, no smarmy card, no overpriced candy, and, for goodness sake, no plants for me to feel guilty about as they die from inevitable neglect. Just . leave . me . alone . in . the . blessed. quiet… aaah!
So, thirty years later, it’s no surprise that yesterday didn’t look much like a Hallmark® celebration here. Frank was off being a rockstar for an acquaintance’s 50th anniversary. Our elder son JD lives in Montreal, three time zones away, and our younger son James was recovering from emceeing a wedding/brawl on the other side of the strait in Vancouver. Just me, alone in the blessed quiet, up at 7AM to bake for church: [Strawberry walnut muffin recipe to follow.]
Lest you start feeling sorry for me,”alone in the quiet” is still a good thing. Time to chop, pray, stir, pray, scoop, pray and bake while I reread Amy Young’s brilliant “Open Letter to Pastors”. Amen, Amy – you preach it, girl! I know I was not the only pastor to include Amy’s eloquent words yesterday, though I may have been the only one to snap “Mother’s Day is NOT a liturgical celebration!” Amy’s words stirred something deep and left me mentally standing on tiptoe anticipating nudges from the Spirit throughout my non-traditional Mothers’ Day.
Prom dress fitting for my friend Emily; lunch with her mom Lynette and sister Nina; driving my son James home from the ferry; listening to phone messages: none of the activities of my Sunday looked like a greeting card celebration of Motherhood.
So, I breathed a sigh of relief that the dress fit(!); advised on boutonniere selection; teased Nina about her disdain for cooked celery. And thought to myself: “I’m so glad this family has let me into their lives.”
Blessed are the moms who are wise enough to know when to step aside and make room for someone else to speak into their child’s life (even if it’s silliness like “carnations are for when your date is your cousin and his mother made him take you.”)
Later, as I drove from Departure Bay Ferry Terminal, James talked about the wedding celebration gone sideways when family dysfunctions erupted under the influence of alcohol and stress. I marvelled at his aplomb as he emceed the event, doing his best to smooth over the very rough spots. I was glad to lend him to another family to support their Mom and Grandma, brother and father through a tough couple of days. He didn’t give me a card or flowers: he gave me the gift of himself sharing life; and left me once again thinking “I must have done something right: he’s such a decent man.”
Blessed are the sons and daughters who understand that appreciating their mother is not about cards and gifts, it’s about living values learned from Mom who did the best she could.
And as we stopped by the house for James to pick up a vehicle [that’s a whole ‘nother story for Father’s day!], we listened to messages. A “Happy Mothers’ Day” from, JD celebrating with Bre-Anne, the wonderful mother of our four grandchildren who still longs for the Mom she lost two years ago.
Blessed are the adult children who understand their first priority is to love their spouses and to provide a sound foundation for their own children. Wise grandmas cheer from the sidelines and pray hard for those who are still in the midst of it all.
Finally — trembling lip and tear in my eye — another Happy Mother’s Day message from Megan: James’ dear friend who was still in school when she lost her mom to cancer.
I have been “Mumma Graham” for more than a decade now – not trying to fill the shoes, but standing in the gap where Mom should be. With no daughters of my own, because Megan made room for me: I shopped for bridesmaids’ outfits; smocked a flower girl dress; helped pull together a backyard wedding reception; gave unsolicited advice and encouragement; delegated a huge amount of work for Frank’s retirement party; plotted a surprise birthday for James. And now, [any day now!], I wait for the arrival of our “honorary” grandson.
Today, I’m cleaning the prom dress carnage from my sewing room and the deck where I left a mound of satin and lace shrapnel. As I’m thinking about yesterday, the lesson from the Spirit has come clear in Day-after-Mother’s-Day thankfulness for Miss B.and Doris, Rosemary and Gwyneth, Shirley and Gaye who all cared for me when I needed someone to be “Mom”. And, praise His Holy Name, there’s blessing for me too, with Allison, and Cindy and Megan.
Blessed are you who stand in the gap where Mom cannot or will not be. Blessed are you who come alongside: to walk through the valley and to dance in joy; to encourage and to pray. Blessed are you, the mother-who-is-not-her-mother, because I give you to each other as a sign of My unending Grace.
I am blessed. So very blessed.
For those who may be wondering: the Celebration of Life for my friend Flo was beautiful. Flo would have loved the laughter as family members shared stories, memories and songs. She would have dissolved into giggles as her granddaughter Colleen hammed it up with kindergarten-style actions while practising Jesus wants me for a Sunbeam. She would have enjoyed the leprechaun jokes about her Irish background (and her diminutive size.) She would have been tickled to see her daughter-in-law’s flamingo scarf – a nod to grandson Brian’s nickname for his grandma: “Flossy Flamingo.”
It was especially wonderful to hear “thank you” again and again as each successive generation remembered their mom, grandma, great grandma. I spoke about Flo’s “attitude of gratitude,” and it was clear that her whole extended family (almost 50 of them!) had been well schooled in the fine art of thanks-giving.
Sunday at LaRosa, we gave over our church time to a more casual celebration. No basic black there: much ‘wearing of the green’ in honour of our little Irish lady. The family joined a crowded room full of staff and residents as we sang the old songs and laughed at stories of Flo in her Easter bonnet or her hockey jersey [go Canucks, go!]. We remembered the excitement of her excellent adventure at Christmas and smiled at her determination. We marvelled that she really lived right up to the very end: thinking about others, thankful for the care she was given.
The great-grandchildren served goodies and shook hands and smiled and said “thank you.” And her daughter Marg said “I’ll be thanking you a long time.” And her granddaughter said “We were worried about Gram when she came to LaRosa, but she loved it here and we knew you took care of her. And we all want to say ‘thank you for loving her’.”
You’re welcome, Colleen and Marg and all the others. Thankful people are easy to love. Over the course of a couple of days, we learned to love you too: what an extraordinary, unexpected gift from God!
Our church family will be missing one precious little lady, but He gave us her whole wonderful joyous family to take their own places in our hearts and our prayers. Thanks be to God.
Pastor Kim and all of Bridges at LaRosa
My friend Flo died last week. So, here I am sitting at my computer thinking about preaching at her funeral on Saturday. I want to get it right; and I want to tell her family how precious she was. And I want them to understand that she still is, only better, and stronger and purer. And I want to honour her memory here and celebrate her eternity there.
But, mostly, I want the real pastor to show up: the one who isn’t going to worry about bawling like a baby when the family sings “You are my Sunshine” because Grandma Flo always sang it to them. The one who doesn’t mumble and search for words to speak into the grief. The one who doesn’t have to worry about forgetting something important. That one: the man [and I’ll be honest, in my imagination, it’s a man] who looks authoritative, and fatherly, and comforting in his backwards collar and conservative suit.
But I’m the pastor they’ve got. So, I’m not going to try to be profound, or authoritative or even ‘pastoral.’ I’m going to tell a story, because Flo always liked it when I told the Bible stories. I’m going to talk about nine lepers who believed and were obedient and were physically healed.
Mostly, I’m going to talk about the tenth one who was more: he was grateful. I’m going to talk about how it was the ‘thank you’ that Jesus said made him well.
I’m going to tell that story because Flo was always thankful: she rubbed her aching arthritic hands and thanked Jesus for the life he gave her; she buried a son and thanked her church friends for praying her through; she visited a daughter-in-law devastated by Alzheimers and thanked Frank for taking her so she could go and pray and say “Hi sweetheart, it’s Mom. I love you.”
And in the last day of her life on this side of forever, she was thankful for the nurses who came to poke and prod and catheterize and measure.
She told the nurse “this is my friend, Kim.” Then she corrected herself and said “this is my Pastor Kim.” It was clear that she liked the friend Kim, but she loved the pastor. And, Glory be, she was thankful that God had brought me to keep her company on this last mile of the journey.
So I held the twisted little hand and we prayed that God would take away the pain and that Jesus would make her well. And she thanked me for praying and for sitting, and for being pastor and friend.
I’m going to stand up on Saturday and, even if my voice trembles a bit, I’m hoping I can help them understand that she’s thanking Jesus face-to-face now. No aching twisted fingers, no bent back: there are no walkers in Paradise. I believe with all my heart that her faith in Jesus has made her well in every possible way that matters.
I still want to grow up to be Flo. Godspeed, my friend: I am so thankful for you.
Today I’m turning the blog over to our nephew Paul Graham who has been staying with us for a couple of weeks. Last week, he watched me make bread while he took notes; today was his turn: we worked together to adjust, edit and rearrange the steps and quantities while he made my favourite everyday sandwich bread.
Our recipe has evolved over the years: I no longer remember the sources, so if it looks familiar to you, please do drop me a line and let me know where credit is due!
OATMEAL COTTAGE CHEESE BREAD
- ½ Cup of Multi-Grain Cereal mix (we use Rogers 9-grain for cereal & Baking) or Flour
- 2 Cups Boiling Water
- 1 tbsp. of Brown Sugar or Honey
- 1 Cup Cottage Cheese or ¾ Cup of Milk
- 2 ½ Cups of White Flour
- 2+ Cups of Whole Wheat Flour
- 1 ½ tsp. of Salt
- 2 tsp. Instant Yeast or 1 ½ tbsp. of regular Yeast.
- Mix Multi-Grain Cereal (or Flour) with 2 Cups of Boiling Water in mixer bowl.
- Add 1 tbsp. of Brown Sugar (or Honey), and stir.
- Let sit until cooled to lukewarm.
- Heat Cottage Cheese (or Milk) in microwave until lukewarm (if you’re using cottage cheese, it will be “slimy”), and pour into Grain/water Mixture
- Take 2 ½ Cups of White Flour and mix in Instant Yeast, or sprinkle regular Yeast over cottage cheese/multigrain mixture.
- Add flour to lukewarm grain mixture and mix with beater attachment until gummy.
- Switch to dough hook and add 2 cups of Whole Wheat Flour
- Add Flour occasionally (usually around 5 Cups flour in total) until dough balls around hook.
- Turn out onto floured board
- Knead until smooth and elastic.
- Invert bowl over it, and let sit for 20 minutes.
- Pat or roll out dough.
- Take 1 ½ tsp. of Salt
- Sprinkle half on to dough, and then knead. Sprinkle the rest on, and then knead again. Knead for another 2-3 minutes. If you used regular yeast in recipe, put dough in a greased bowl, cover in saran wrap, and let rise for an hour. If you used Instant Yeast, take two loaf pans, grease them with baking spray, (or a piece of saran wrap or paper towel) with butter on it.
14. Roll dough into a cylinder (if using loaf pans, split dough into two), bend the ends under, pinch the seams, and roll again. Then place in pans and let rise until almost doubled: usually about 1 1/2 hours. You may choose to shape into a ball and let rise on a piece of parchment paper for a round loaf.
15. Set oven to 400°F about 20 minutes before the end of the rising period.
16. Put loaves in oven, then immediately reduce heat to 350°F.
17. Bake for about 25-30 minutes or until deep golden brown and hollow sounding when tapped on the bottom.
18. Cool before wrapping and storing: stays fresh for several days and freezes well.
[Okay, we confess, we had to sample the warm bread…it smelled so good!]
Kim [and Paul!]
UPDATE: I lost some of the printed directions for shaded four-patches during the upload. If you printed this pattern before March 21, please reprint the corrected version below. So sorry for the inconvenience!
As promised in our last post, DENYING DINAH, here’s the free pattern for the Aunt Dinah block originally presented as part of the Genesis to Job series at Quilter’s Neighbourhood.
Wouldn’t it be wonderful if women’s shelters everywhere could be “blanketed” with quilts to remind victims of violence that they are loved and cherished by our Saviour? If you know [or have been] a Dinah, here’s my challenge to honour her by making a dozen of these blocks in scrappy fabrics and using them to make a quilt for a shelter near you. That gift of love can be the first step on the road to restoration for a hurting woman and her family.
NOTE: as with all the patterns in the Genesis to Job series, we offered Aunt Dinah in two sizes: 6″ and 12″. You will find it easiest to highlight the instructions for your chosen size: 6″ blocks are in italic; 12″ in regular.
For my Aunt Dinah quilt, I made 6 blocks with blue B and E, six with cream in those positions. I added two different focus fabrics for G plus a variety of reds, greens, browns and beiges for all the other patches. To my eye, the variations in value and in the placement of light, dark and bright fabrics in a controlled scrap palette really make this quilt special.
Step 2 Cutting:
|Fabric||Patch||# to cut||6″ Block||12″ Block|
|Dark/medium||a||4||1 ½”||2 ½”|
|Background||b||4||1 ½” x 2 ½”||2 ½” x 3½”|
|Background/dark||e||1||3 ¼”||5 ¼”|
|Dark/medium/focus||c||2||2 ½” x 3 ½”||4½” x 5½”|
|Medium/light||d||2||3 ¼”||5 ¼”|
|Medium/light/ bright||f||1||3 ¼”||5 ¼”|
Step 3 Shaded four-patch units
I’ve never been a big fan of sewing bias edges. This method, adapted from Billie Lauder’s excellent technique for Shaded four-patch units, avoids the problems with bias. As a bonus, you’ll make two four-patch units at one time.
Hint: I prefer to use a square ruler for this step, but you may certainly use a long one if that’s all you have – just be sure you can identify the 45° line.
- Place the e square right sides together with a d square. Draw a diagonal line corner to corner on the lighter fabric Sew 1/4″ away from both sides of the drawn line. Cut on the line to make two half-square triangle units. Press seams toward the d.
- Repeat with the remaining d square and the f square.
- Place a d/f half-square triangle right sides together with a d/e unit being sure the d triangles face the e and f triangles and the seams butt. Draw a diagonal line crossing the seams as in the diagram. Sew on either side of the diagonal line. Cut on the line and press to make two hourglass units. Repeat with remaining d/e and d/f units. Square up hourglass units to 4 1/2″; [2 1/2″ ]
- Paying close attention to the direction of the triangles, lay the units out in three rows, with the g square in the centre and the f triangles facing it as shown. Sew together in rows, pressing seams away from the hourglass units.
- Butting seams, sew the rows together.
- Press carefully. Your completed block should measure 12 1/2″ [6 1/2″]
©2008 : Kimberley I. Graham. No portion may be reproduced or redistributed without express written consent
I hope you enjoy making this block: please take a moment to share a photo of your project. God bless you! Thanks for your notes of support and encouragement!
PLEASE NOTE: The Genesis to Job series is no longer available at Quilter’s Neighbourhood. If you’re interested in this series of 21 blocks, please drop me a line or comment below. If enough people are interested, I’ll prepare a PDF for purchase.