I drove my car parallel with a hawk this morning. The hawk was startled as I came around the curve and it flew right beside my car window for about 5 seconds, it was as if we were in a race. Magnificent beauty follows this bird. Yet, I know he is more than likely feeding on live prey in some one's back yard, unfortunately, at their stocked bird feeders.
Baking Notes:
I believe there is a link in the brain that is stroked whenever you enter your kitchen to bake something good to eat. Baking gives you feelings of comfort, home, warmth and love. Charlotte and I were so happy to bake some blueberry muffins this afternoon. A old recipe was scavenged, one that uses whole wheat flour and yogurt in its ingredients. Then we sat down and ate one warm from the oven.
Preserving Notes:
Two pints of cherry tomatoes were cut in half, mixed with 2 cloves of minced garlic, 3 tablespoons of basil, 2 tablespoons of oregano, 2 tablespoons olive oil, and a dashing of salt and pepper. They were spread on a parchment lined cookie sheet and baked on a 220 degree oven for 2 hours.* They will rest in the closed oven overnight; tomorrow morning I will store my dried tomatoes in a glass jar and will receive pleasure to use them on homemade pizzas, appetizers, and salads in the days to come.
*adjust temperature and time accordingly, for example, 225 degrees for 1 -1 1/2 hour.
1 comment:
Yes to your hawk comment. I love their beauty, but not their choice of yummies. Even now from my bedroom window, I can hear the Blue Jays fussing at them a few houses away.
And your baking muffins words made me smile. Ordinary things are so resting to my spirit just now. A friend gave me a partially stocked antique wooden sewing box the other day and I'm looking forward to putting my own needles and things in it after the wedding. Something mundane and simple to do. To anticipate.
And your tomatoes. Oh my goodness, makes my mouth water this very minute thinking of them.
Enjoyed this post so much. :)
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