This same time, years previous: burnt cheesecake, teen club takes Puerto Rico, roasted zucchini parmesan, twist and shout, better iced coffee, in recovery, blueberry pie, dark chocolate zucchini cake, a break in the clouds.
- Quotidian: daily, usual or customary;everyday; ordinary; commonplaceThe morning after my mother’s driveby berry drop-off.I simply had to have a taste.Rolled.Regular and fancy, with cardemom, marzipan, and pearl sugar, on the right.Olive loaf that the webs raved about: meh.Sweets, from a local orchard.Pitter stains.Summer suppers = an exercise in finding creative ways to deal with the produce tsunami.No rhyme or reason: overproofed bread, OB tampons, alegra textbook, etc.Sours, from our trees.I was sick of his grungy shirt so I ripped it. Then he finished it off.Ball-cifier.Baby robins in a pear tree.photo credit: my younger sonThe campers prepare.Practicing for a very special event: stay tuned!
nova scotia oatcakes
Hello, friends. It’s raining, a gentle downpour. Half of the family is at work (getting soaked, probably), and the other half is here, quietly working/playing on computers or reading or whatever (I don’t care enough to run upstairs and find out). I have no idea what I’ll make for supper, but a loaf of cheesy olive bread is in the oven. Maybe we’ll eat that and… aw, heck, I don’t know. Eggs? Tomato soup? Salad?
That’s it! Salad, tomato soup, and cheesy olive bread! Hang on while I call my daughter and ask her to cut me a head of lettuce from the farm…
Okay, I’m back now.
The weather has been unseasonably cool all week, so I’ve been trying to bake a little more than usual: a grape pie, granola, oatmeal cake, raspberry cheesecake cookies, flan. Which brings me to my point: Nova Scotia Oatcakes.
I already have an oatcake recipe on the blog — an oat biscuit, of sorts — but this one is entirely different. Thin and crunchy, these cookies are like a biscotti-cracker hybrid. They remind me of those packaged thin-n-crispy granola bars, but better (of course). Sweet and rich, they have a wonderful caramel flavor and the snap of a good toffee.
The ingredient list is quite similar to the recipe for a fruit crisp topping: flour, oats, butter, sugar. Just, in this case the butter and sugar get creamed before adding the dry ingredients and then the dough is rolled, or pressed, into a large rectangle and cut into smaller rectangles.
The original recipe provides all sorts of variations, including gluten-free and vegan versions, and a whole array of add-ins: peanut butter, nuts and seeds, dried fruit, spices. (So they are kind of like a delux granola bar, yes?) The author says her mother likes to butter (!) her oatcakes, but I think that’s overkill; they’re plenty rich as is.
They pair well with anything — coffee, lemonade, vanilla ice cream. Probably they’d make a killer “graham cracker” crust, but I haven’t tried that yet. When I make these, I store them in a glass jar on the fridge, ready for packed lunches and after-work snacks. They never last long, though, so my advice: double, or quadruple, the recipe. Since they keep well at room temperature, they’d be perfect for mailing to that dear friend you can’t see right now because of this dang plague. If nothing else, they’ll freeze indefinitely. Really, you can’t go wrong.
Except if you don’t make them, then you’d be going wrong.
Nova Scotia Oatcakes
Adapted from Kelly Neil’s blog.1 stick butter
½ cup brown sugar
¼ teaspoon vanilla
1 cup rolled oats
¾ cup flour
½ teaspoon baking powder
½ teaspoon saltBeat the butter until creamy. Add the brown sugar and vanilla and beat a couple more minutes. Add the dry ingredients and mix until combined.
Turn the dough out onto a lightly floured counter, or onto a piece of parchment paper, and roll it into a large rectangle about ¼-inch thick. Cut into rectangles (about 12 oatcakes per recipe) and transfer to a greased baking sheet. Or, if rolling the dough out on parchment, simply pull the oatcakes apart from each other to create space between them and lift the parchment onto the baking sheet.
Bake the oatcakes at 350 degrees for 13-16 minutes, or until golden brown. Let them sit on the baking tray for a couple minutes to firm up before transferring to a cooling rack. Store oatcakes in a pretty glass jar on the counter, or bag and freeze.
This same time, years previous: one morning, the quotidian (6.18.18), the quotidian (6.19.17), the quotidian (6.20.16), dobby and luna, walking through water, refried beans, Kate’s enchiladas, cold-brewed coffee and tea.
currently: a list
These days, I am…
Battling… boredom. Lately it’s been more intense than usual.
Marveling… at the body’s ability to heal. My finger reattached itself, y’all! (My husband says “reattached” is too strong a word but I beg to differ. After three full weeks of bandaids and tons of coddling and lots of inconveniece, if I say the dang finger done did reattach itself, then it did, SO THERE.)
Applauding… myself for running this morning because, even though it was my day off, I knew a run would help my mood on this gloomy, dreary day. And it did.Considering… murdering the neighbor’s rooster. The early wake-ups are putting me over the edge.
Eyeballing… these cookies. Her recipes rarely work for me, but this one looks foolproof, yes? Also, I think it’s high time I learned to make flan and tres leches cake.
Gobbling up… the freshly-picked black raspberries that my mother left in our mailbox.
Stepping out of character and permitting… my children to experiment with frying: rice paper chips, sugared bananas wrapped in rice paper, potato chips.
Appreciating… articles like Our Pain Is Not Your Classroom (Medium) and this video which I showed to my family at the supper table the other night.
Signing… a petition to change the name of a local high school.
Bookmarking… movies from this list of 15 Kid-Friendly Movies to Help Build a Conversation About Race and Racism.
Watching… Queen of Katwe for our family movie night. Recommend! (The week before we watched Selma, and I’d like to watch this documentary with them as a follow-up to Just Mercy.)
Listening to… to David Berry. I’m in awe.
Reading… Unaccustomed Earth by Jhumpa Lahiri. I love her characters, her insights, her writing, everything. Also, I just finished Being Mortal and Normal People. Next up: Scratched (I have a feeling I’m not going to like it), and I’m reading Little Women to the younger two.
Putting on hold… books from the library: they’re up and running again!!!
Hoping… the DMV sends my son the title for his new car and quick. Unable to drive it, the poor boy just sits in it for hours on end, or stands on the porch gazing at it longingly.
Savoring… leisurely wine-and-cheese visits on the deck with friends.
Puzzling over… the outlines for the next few chapters for my book. Which is the polite way of saying: I’m hopelessly stuck. Deep in the mire. Miserable. It’s agony, people. Do you hear me? Agony.
Wearing… sweatshirt, jeans, and wool socks, in June.
Laughing… over Sarah Cooper’s brilliance. Favorites include this, this, and this.
Missing… coffee shops and crowds.
Lingering… at the supper table, swapping stories, arguing (loudly and a lot), watching YouTube clips, and reading articles out loud.
(If we were in a motley crew competition, we’d take the cake.)
xo!
This same time, years previous: cousin week, family week, puff!, smart hostessing, sinking in, the quotidian (6.16.14), language study, a glimpse, when I sat down.