Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Charlotte's Jammy Biscuits (Vampire Cookies)

Great recipe from Aunt Dimity: Vampire Hunter.

1 cup shortening
1 cup granulated sugar
1 cup packed brown sugar
2 eggs
1/4 cup sour milk OR buttermilk
1 tsp vanilla
3 1/2 cups all-purpose flour
1 tsp baking powder
1 tsp baking soda
1 tsp salt
1 tsp ground nutmeg
Blackberry, raspberry, or strawberry jam.

Preheat oven to 350 Fahrenheit.

In a large bowl, cream the shortening and sugars. Add eggs, milk, vanilla. Mix until smooth. Stir together flour, baking powder, baking soda, salt, nutmeg. Stir into creamed mixture. Cover and chill 30 minutes.

On a floured surface, roll dough to 1/8 inch thick. Use a cookie cutter [or a small cup or glass] to cut into rounds 1-and-1/2 inch in diameter. Half the rounds will be tops, the other half bottoms. Place 1 tsp jam on each bottom. Use the remaining rounds to top. Lightly seal edges with a fork [if it sticks, dip it in cold water]. With a sharp knife, cut an X in the tops to let steam escape.

Place on cookie sheet [I used parchment paper; if you don't, you probably should grease the cookie sheet.] [Don't put them too close together--they'll double in size.] Bake until golden, 10-15 minutes.

Makes 5 dozen.

Sunday, May 9, 2010

Lost Edens

From Alexander McCall Smith's The World According to Bertie:

He looked out of the window. He was a lonely man, and he only wanted to help others. He wanted to help them to recover a bit of what they had lost, and it gave him great pleasure when he did that; it was like making something whole again, mending a broken object. Each of us, you see, has a secret Eden, which we feel has been lost. If we can find it again, we will be happy, but Edens are not easily regained, no matter how hard we look, no matter how desperately we want to find them.

The World According to Bertie: A 44 Scotland Street Novel (4)

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Stars in the Sky

From Alexander McCall Smith's fourth 44 Scotland Street novel, The World According to Bertie:

For a few moments, they stood on the driveway. Matthew reached for Pat's hand. "Look at that," he said, gesturing up at the sky. "We don't often see that in town, do we? All that?"

The sky was a dark, black velvet, rich and deep, studded here and there with small points of starlight, one or two of which seemed to burn with great intensity.

"No," she said. All those yellow streetlights. Light pollution."

.... "Whenever I look up there," he said, "I think the same thing. I think of how small we are and our all our concerns, our anxieties and all the rest of it, are so irrelevant, so tiny. Not that we think they are -- but they are, aren't they?"

She looked at him. "I suppose they are."

"And I also think of how we make one another miserable by worrying about these small things, when we should really just hug one another and say thank you to somebody, to something, for the great privilege of bring alive -- when everything up there is cold and dead. Dead stars. Collapsing stars. Suns that are going out, dying."

She was silent. She wanted to say to him: "I think so too." But she did not.

The World According to Bertie: A 44 Scotland Street Novel (4)

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