Hi Friends,
We had a really nice Thanksgiving dinner #2 last night with Susan Fast and Julie Salverson. Catherine prepared a fantastic dinner and it was made complete with homemade cranberry sauce from Mrs. ("Mamma") Clarke. Thank you for that.
Today included a walk and some reading (I'm listening to the audiobook of "Girl With the Dragon Tattoo" and it's great). I saw a reference to ginger cookies and couldn't get them out of my mind; tonight, Jules made me some. I've got a few days of really enjoyable eating ahead of me and it feels great to taste such good food.
I wanted to invite anyone who had a poem or short piece of prose to write them out for us on the blog. I really liked your reading suggestions, and if you have anything you might like to post--like a piece of poetry--please do. I'd love that.
Off to the hospital in the morning for an appointment, so I'm off to bed.
Much love,
Kip
Double Ginger Crackle Cookies (Homemakers)
ReplyDelete2 c. all purpose flour
2 t. baking soda
2 t. ground ginger
1/2 t. ground cinnamon
1/2 t. salt
1/4 c. finely chopped crystallized ginger (4 sl)
3/4 c. vegetable shortening
1/2 c. firmly packed brown sugar
3/4 c. granulated sugar
2 T. molasses
1 egg
1 t. finely grated lemon peel
1. Preheat oven to 350F.
2. Line 2 cookie sheets with parchment or waxed paper.
3. Combine flour with b. soda, ground ginger, cinnamon, salt and crystallized ginger.
4. Beat shortening with brown sugar and 1/2 c. granulated sugar in a bowl with an electric mixer. Mix til light.
5. Gradually add in dry ingredients, mixing until smooth.
6. Place remaining 1/4 c. of granulated sugar in a shallow bowl. Form dough into small balls and roll in the granulated sugar. Place 2 inches apart on cookie sheet.
7. Bake 10 minutes or until golden brown and cracked on top. Let cookies cool on backing sheet a few minutes before transferring to wire rack to cool. Makes 4 dozen (NOT! only about 2 doz).
Enjoy, Jules
Kip,
ReplyDeleteWeekdays at home have a different sound than work days, don't you find? Here's a poem for that...
Wishing you speedy passage through your hospital appointments today.
Love K
Another Reason Why I Don't Keep A Gun In The House
The neighbors' dog will not stop barking.
He is barking the same high, rhythmic bark
that he barks every time they leave the house.
They must switch him on on their way out.
The neighbors' dog will not stop barking.
I close all the windows in the house
and put on a Beethoven symphony full blast
but I can still hear him muffled under the music,
barking, barking, barking,
and now I can see him sitting in the orchestra,
his head raised confidently as if Beethoven
had included a part for barking dog.
When the record finally ends he is still barking,
sitting there in the oboe section barking,
his eyes fixed on the conductor who is
entreating him with his baton
while the other musicians listen in respectful
silence to the famous barking dog solo,
that endless coda that first established
Beethoven as an innovative genius.
Billy Collins
Wild Geese
ReplyDeleteYou do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting--
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
© Mary Oliver. Online Source
I thought I posted.... must have hit the wrong key....
ReplyDeleteLola, you and I have the same taste in poetry. Mary Oliver has some beautiful poems, particularly about the seasons and the Canadian landscape.
Kip, I had an interesting experience this weekend that involved dumping a boiling hot cup of tea on my foot. In the midst of all the first aid and mantras, I thought, "This burns like hell, but it is nothing compared to the burn of chemo." And I started imagining I was taking away all of your pains. I don't have any idea if you felt any difference on Saturday afternoon, but that practice stopped my pain, put everything into perspective. I have a new meditation-- Medicine Buddha-- that I learned this weekend. I'll send you more details in regular mail.