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I can’t go into my kitchen because the birds fly off the back porch where I’ve put bird seed. Somehow they sense my presence if I am not very careful as I edge toward the door to watch them. The snow is coming down hard and there’s no sense putting birdfood down in the yard. I’ll get to the feeders soon after they leave the porch. Still, if I move quietly toward the door, I can see the female cardinals and sparrows, as well as a few chicadees. The females have a punk male cardinal with them – I can tell young male cardinals from their punk looking feathers on top. So, it’s not only the human family where children stay home longer or move back in. (I really have to relearn how to get pictures up here.) I hope the doves don’t come for awhile. They are agressive and literally push smaller birds away – they certainly do not live up to their name.
When I can move around freely, I’ll make toast with cinammon topping. Maybe I’ll make a Dutch Baby pancake. You don’t need a lot of ingredients and it’s yummy.
The Big Pancake:
3 tablespoons butter
2 eggs, beaten
l/3 cup milk
l teaspoon sugar
l/4 teaspoon of sale
pinch of ground nutmeg
juice of one lemon
Preheat oven to 425 degrees
Put the butter in a 9 or l0 inch pie plate or ovenproof skillet. Place in oven, then remove once butter is melted
Mix the remaining ingredients together with a whisk and pour into hot skillet or plate. Immediately return to oven and bake for about 18-20 minutes till puffy and evenly browned on the outside.
then squeeze l lemon juice and powdered sugar. Allora –
I’m watching Mary Wesley’s BBC series on tape: The Camomille Lawn. A wonderful story of love and regret in WWII England. So I’ll cuddle up today and watch that, and if I haven’t had enough sugar – I’ll watch the Hallmark Channel. Yup, it’s that kind of day. Besides I’m tired of my political, stiffened outraged self at the moment.
Today is my birthday. I am 72, so naturally I’m thinking of my mother and all the sweet, kitchen-warm, winter afternoons we shared when I was a child – she listening to Portia Faces Life and Just Plain Bill and me sitting at the table coloring or helping out with the baking. Those were times when children were satisfied with the quiet task of paper, scissors and if we were lucky – the 54 pack of crayons. I’ve never since been so at peace and happy and safe-feeling. Wherever you are mother – thank you.