I know- it’s a strange name! My Swedish mother in law introduced me to pankaka (and cardamom) but I didn’t think to ask for her recipe before she passed away, so I’ve spent twenty years trying every oven pancake recipe I found. This one is my favorite. Mostly because it’s simple and takes less than five minutes to get into the oven. I highly value simplicity, especially in the kitchen and especially in the morning! When we have company I make 2 or 3 of these at the same time and use different fruit at the bottom for variety.
Angel Food Waldorf Cake
I’ll never be an angel. But my birthday is coming and that means Angel Food Waldorf cake. Growing up, my mom gifted us with our favorite homemade dinner and cake for our birthdays and this cake is what I always requested. Now my daughters request it for their birthdays. It’s wickedly delicious. That just doesn’t seem right, does it?! But trust me. It is.
Wag your Tail (a Lesson of Submission)
Last night our seven-month old pound puppy, Denali, aggressively snarled and hurled at Chena, our six month old Great White Pyrenees shepherd sweetie. This was the fourth random, snarling session in the last 2 months and really unnerved me. Denali was separated from her mother and siblings too soon and put into a stressful shelter environment before coming home with us at seven weeks old. I didn’t realize the challenge we were taking home, too caught up in her sweet puppy eyes. All along we have struggled with her lack of boundaries and I often recognize the confusion on her face as she tries to figure what we want. She has a hankering to be the alpha, and her howling (literally) protests to my dominance are sometimes quite entertaining. But last night was the breaking point. I had a surge of fear thinking about what could happen with this loose cannon of a dog. My darling daughter sobbed huge tears as I honestly processed with her that we were going to have to get rid of Denali if she continues to be aggressive. (She has already had to give up two dogs due to our moves out of country and I HATE to put her through the pain again, but we HAVE to be a safe place). Denali hasn’t hurt anyone- it appears to be all growl and bared teeth, but we can’t take the chance here.
Salsa for the Masses
Salsa has many variables and the great thing about making your own is you can mix it exactly the way YOU like it. You choose level of heat and salt, chunky or blended, lots of onion, garlic, cilantro or not. I’ll call this more a guideline then a recipe because I expect you to personalize it. This is the basic spicy brew we have concocted wherever in the world we landed and managed to find the ingredients and a knife (I searched high and low in African markets to track down cilantro )
Heartburn
Sometimes people break your heart. Many of us learned this painful truth early in life, long before exiting elementary school. It’s a risk we are all forced to live with, like car accidents. Due to the high exposure of the heart when living in a ministering community, this risk greatly increases. Its equivalent to driving 50,000 miles a year on a busy highway- an accident is bound to happen. Problem is, there is no insurance for the heart. So here I pause, applying pressure on the most recent stab wound. I won’t bleed to death, but there is the temptation to toughen my pericardial covering and protect myself from future punctures.
Surprise Attack
So my delightful, darling (spoiled) geese have resorted to chasing old ladies down the street! It happened early this morning while I was in my office attempting to polish a few essays before the distractions of the day took over. Instead of writing, I was (painfully) running up and down the gravel driveway in my bare feet, retrieving the naughty puppy who kept practicing her Houdini act and escaping the yard. I enlisted all the tricks of discipline (she gave multiple opportunities so I could try every one) and with each scolding, her sweet little honey-bear face would convince me we had an understanding. Her understanding usually lasted long enough for me to trek back up the hill, sit down at the computer and look out the window in time to catch her disappearing through the fence again. I finally gave up trying to write and donned my muck boots in order to be close enough to catch her and hopefully accomplish some training. I sure wasn’t accomplishing anything else.
Swedish Cardamom Coffee Cake
My mother-in-law not only raised an incredible son, she also introduced me to cardamom. Two pretty amazing gifts I continue to be thankful for. At the very first sniff of this minty/cinnamon spice I was captivated. (The winsome Mr Wonderful didn’t win by his smell, but I was quite attracted at our first encounter as well. If you must know why- it was the super short running shorts he was sporting.) Anyways…
Sneak Peek
The sweetest spot on our property is the front porch. We actually oriented the entire house to ensure this gorgeous view of the Blue Ridge mountains was front and center of the rocking chairs. Everyone who visits our home delights over this beautiful scene. I’ve no idea how many hours I’ve perched here connecting with friends, communing with God and soaking in the beauty. Like the tattered quilt my child insisted on having with her at ALL times and stroked whenever a dose of comfort was necessary, this view has magical qualities. I come and gaze whenever I need a pinch of peace or an attitude adjustment.
PC Abigail Leigh
Simple Crustless Quiche
There’s nothing fancy here- just a simple, quick, inexpensive, healthy dish you can whip up for breakfast or dinner in 10 minutes. Most weeks I bake one of these and keep it in the fridge for an instant hot breakfast. I don’t really use a recipe for this- it’s always different, but at the request of several friends I’m writing a “formula” for you.
Rain, Grass and Deep Thoughts
Several hundred pounds of lime and fertilizer + 33 bales of straw+ 110 pounds of fescue and clover seed+ 2 days labor = 20,000 square feet of red dirt and my dreams of green once again seeded and awaiting life.