• A quick rundown

    Another night of not enough sleep, another cup of coffee, another Aleve, another gorgeous day. Here I am.

    So how about a rundown of the week’s events thus far? In pictures? I’ve already taken right around 385 photos, most of which turned out fuzzy, but I’ve just spent the last while working in Picasa, picking out the most decent ones to share.


    Just a little background and some demographics before I dive in headfirst. Mr. Handsome is the fifth of nine children, seven boys and two girls. We are all (except Brother Tom and his family and another brother-in-law) congregating at the home place for Uncle Brian’s wedding, and for The Grand Patriarch’s retirement party/69th birthday. Siblings have traveled from as far as Nevada, California, Oregon, Mississippi, and Hong Kong for the occasion. There are twenty-three grandchildren (8 boys and 15 girls) between the ages of 4 months and 14 years—only two (Uncle Tom’s two little boys) weren’t able to make it.

    Here’s what we’ve been doing…

    Splitting Wood


    Mr. Handsome, Uncle Rob, and Yo-Yo

    Washing The Dog

    The Grand Patriarch

    Climbing Trees

    Charlie, Abby’s legs, Miss Becca Boo

    Building With Legos

    Swinging

    Goofing Off

    In an spasmodic moment, Mr. Handsome attempted to twirl a plastic tube Kung-fu style. He whacked himself in the elbow.

    It was impressive, all right.

    He turned tail and hid in the barn. When he emerged from hiding, he was considerably subdued.

    He did, however, strike a pose, sans twirling:

    Learning To Ride A Bike

    The Baby Nickel, at the ripe old age of three-and-a-half, has learned to ride a two-wheeler!

    Look at him go!

    Oops, not into the flowerbed, honey boy.

    Building A Dam In The Creek


    Swimming At Uncle Dan’s House

    …in 65 degree weather.

    “You get in.”

    “No, you.”

    “No, you!”

    Camera Snapping Galore

    Aunt Kate:

    Aunt Kate and Aunt Sarah:

    Aunt Sarah scaling great heights (not really) in search of the best angle:

    And she finds them, too.

    The Party

    The Birthday/Retirement Party came complete with a grill fire…

    cake (and crazy amounts of delicious food)…

    and a budding drama troupe.

    There was something about galloping horses…

    and pistol-toting fairy godmothers and finding a perfect fit for the golden spur.

    The Birthday Boy

    Happy Birthday, Grandpa Jack!

    Other (picture-less but still note-worthy) things we’ve been doing: the sisters and sisters-in-law went out for dinner; the brothers played paintball (last night) and golf (today); clothes shopping. On the agenda for today: a park and the rehearsal dinner. Tomorrow, the wedding.

    About One Year Ago: Say Cheese! (Why I don’t like taking family pictures.)

  • Simple cake

    I’m in New York, surrounded by people and parties, and all I can think of is telling you about this cake I made last week.


    Okay, so it’s not all I’m thinking about, but it’s there, this little remembrance of cake that keeps pushing on my brain, taking up mental energy. I’ve been wanting to write about it, but I just haven’t, and then last night I downloaded my pictures and was reminded once again about the beauty of this cake and the need to talk about it became even more pressing.

    So now it’s a little after seven in the morning, and I’m sitting at the dining room table, my cup of coffee by my side. The Grand Matriarch is putting away dishes, someone is in the shower, and I hear a little voice (my niece? my daughter?) quietly humming. It’s time to talk about cake.


    (Oh, wait. The Grand Matriarch just came out of her bedroom, so it must be one of my nieces clattering about in the kitchen….No, I’m still wrong: it’s The Grand Patriarch, and hey!, it’s his birthday—he shouldn’t be doing dishes… But I digress. I’m here to talk about cake, not dishes.)

    This homely little cake delights me to no end. There is nothing spectacular about it, and to all appearances it is downright dowdy. But do not be deceived! This cake is sweet and moist and simple, so very, very simple.


    In fact, it reminds me of torta simple, the plain cake that could be found, when we lived in Nicaragua, in any little old venta and was most often consumed alongside a cup of watery, syrupy-sweet coffee. Their version of the cake is dry and mildly sweet (nothing that any of us would be a fan of, I suspect) and when I was crafting a recipe for torta simple so that I could teach it to the community women (they were accustomed to baking with ground corn, not flour), I used a simple shortcake recipe for my springboard. That recipe became their second favorite—banana cake being the first.

    This honey-whole wheat cake is the stateside version (ie. richer in cost and taste) of torta simple—a bit sweeter, more moist, and with honey, something that we didn’t have in Nicaragua.

    To be honest, I am not a big fan of honey; however, I hate it when a recipe touts a particular ingredient—say sour cream or brown sugar or buttermilk—but you can’t really taste the star ingredient in the final product. In this case, the cake is worthy of its title; the honey stands out in a pleasant, homey way (and I like it!), and the whole wheat gives the cake a slightly nubbly texture without any hint of dryness. The final product is a multi-functional cake—it goes well with coffee or tea, with fruit and whipped cream, or plain, all by itself. It’s that simple.


    Honey-Whole Wheat Cake
    Slightly adapted from Joy the Baker.

    Joy called this cake a pound cake, but since I’m of the persuasion that it’s only a pound cake if the recipe uses a pound of butter, pound of eggs, and a pound each of flour and sugar (I’m old-school like that), I was forced to drop that part of the title.

    I contemplated substituting part white flour for the whole wheat, but then I didn’t, and I was so glad—the cake is plenty light even with one hundred percent whole wheat, just be sure to use whole wheat pastry flour.

    Joy’s recipe called for buttermilk, but I didn’t have any on hand (or at least in an accessible part of my over-stuffed freezer), so I used a mixture of plain yogurt and milk. A soured milk (put 1-2 tablespoons of vinegar in the bottom of a one-cup measure and then fill it up the rest of the way with milk) would be fine, too, I’m sure.

    2 1/4 cup whole wheat pastry flour
    2 teaspoons baking powder
    3/4 teaspoon salt
    1 ½ sticks (12 tablespoons) butter
    1 cup sugar
    ½ cup honey
    2 teaspoons vanilla
    3 eggs
    1 cup sour milk (or buttermilk or ½ cup plain yogurt mixed with ½ cup milk)

    Measure the flour, baking powder, and salt into a small bowl, stir gently, and set aside.

    Cream together the butter, sugar, and honey. Add the eggs and vanilla and beat some more.

    Add the dry ingredients alternately with the sour milk. Do not over-mix.

    Pour the batter into a greased 9 or 10-inch springform pan (or muffin tins or loaf pans or whatever you like). Bake the cake at 350 degrees for 50-60 minutes.

    About One Year Ago: Whaddaya know, it’s another kind of cake, Blueberry Coffee Cake.

  • Dreaming

    This past weekend we had our church retreat, and since it was the anniversary of MLK’s I Have A Dream speech, the theme was dreams. In one session we were told to take five minutes and make a list of thirty things we dreamed for. Here’s my off-the-cuff list, slightly edited and enhanced.

    I have a dream of…
    1. Being an actress
    2. Effective help with mental illnesses
    3. Baking bread in an outdoor oven, my outdoor oven
    4. Having twins (not possible anymore, but I still sometimes fantasize about it in my less lucid moments)
    5. Raising children who are kind, respectful, and good listeners
    6. Experiencing church without the church behavior (ie, the pantyhose and headache cocktail)—actually, I don’t wear pantyhose or get a headache, but you get the point
    7. A clear memory
    8. Time to write
    9. Having more patience
    10. Being more open-minded
    11. Having the ability to understand the other side of situations
    12. Finding a balance and maintaining it
    13. Everybody in the world cleaning toilets, eating homegrown tomatoes, and having a good night’s sleep
    14. My children developing lasting, deep friendships
    15. Conversations that are less superficial and more real
    16. Writing for publication
    17. Learning to make cuajada (a salty Nicaraguan cheese that lots of people hate and I happen to love)
    18. Our family traveling to Central America for a full month
    19. A paid vacation for Mr. Handsome
    20. A shop for Mr. Handsome
    21. Houseplants that look nice
    22. Everything in my home being fixed and in working order
    23. A fence for our field so that we can have steers and a horse
    24. That people (me included) learn to value ordinary work without feeling like they have to go somewhere to do good
    25. People understanding that homeschooling means learning at home, not school at home
    26. A mother’s helper
    27. Learning to bake real artisan bread
    28. Speaking coherently
    29. Having a fabulous wardrobe and looking sexy in everything I wear
    30. Learning about photography

    So there you have it, my train-of-thought wish list. What do you dream about? Take five minutes and tell me, please—I’d love to know.

    About One Year Ago: On Our Way, Smartly. And some other stuff that I wrote about one year and one week ago: High-End Pesto and Pasta with Sauteed Peppers and Onions and Losing My Marbles.