Despite the unusual late season snows Denver seems to have finally accepted that it is spring. After a morning of yard sales with Alder (he is on a search for a skateboard) and an afternoon in the garden all I wanted to do was welcome the Spring with a little bit of a feast.
Spinach Bacon Brie Bruchetta
Salmon with Dijon Dill Sauce
with pan fried capers
Strawberry Everyday Cake
Strawberry Everyday Cake: (vaguely based on this Smitten Kitchen cake)
1 cup of white flour
1/2 teaspoon of baking soda
1/2 teaspoon of baking powder
a pinch of salt
1/2 stick of unsalted butter
1/2 cup of sugar (I use evaporated cane juice is less sweet) plus
4 2 tablespoons separate.
2 cups of strawberries cut small
1 tablespoon of lemon zest
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
1/4 cup of milk
Preheat oven to 400
Tuck a piece of parchment paper into a 8 inch round pan.
Mix cut and rinsed strawberries with 2 tbl of sugar, set aside [note: if the strawberries are fresh forgo the sugar].
In a separate bowl mix together flour, baking soda, baking powder, and salt.
Beat sugar and butter until light and fluffy.
Add vanilla and lemon zest and mix until incorporated.
Beat in egg well.
Add milk and dry ingredients beating until smooth.
Add strawberries and liquid to batter and mix for a minute.
Pour into pan.
Bake for for approximately 20 minutes, but start checking at 10 minutes.
Bake until poking a chopstick comes out clear.
Let cool in pan (for a gooey cake) or on cooling rack.
The boys have fled to the mountains for the weekend, leaving me alone with all my work for finals. While they are at the hot springs or playing with grandma I will be here working on finals. Not exactly how I imagined spending my Mother’s Day, but I guess it really is a gift of another sort. The house needs love and there is a tempting pile of laundry I could put away but I have been given strict instructions not too. Instead I’ll avoid my work briefly here and share a few views of home today, in the eerie quietness that pervades when they first leave.
The living room has been everyone’s favorite space to hangout in lately.
Alder has started to decorate his room himself, he’s got a thing for the Eiffel Tower and Paris.
The new curtains are drawn to hide the insanely beautiful day outside.
I try to keep my view from my table pleasant, even if they are ancient ’80s metal shelving.
There is something a little cozy about my work space.
What I’m working on.
What I’ve finished.
I hope you all enjoy your weekend!
This is What I Do
Sitting here, poaching small pieces of the past,
turning them into textures,
putting them into rooms that have never been,
letting a sun that does not shine in though windows.
At night I walk through these rooms
as I sleep,
at night they are as real as the house I live in.
It is always the day before we open,
the last remnants of new paint in the air.
Waking in the night I reach over to touch skin and cotton,
to inhabit the ghost world of the in between.
These hours are no more real than the model on my computer.
I really never thought I would ever have to write that again in my life. But here I am in the thick of it. Here are some old posts from years ago to sustain you.
All Without a Yard
We’ve reconfigured a little since this was written but spring planting is going strong.
Thinking a lot about family, especially my Dad lately.
This is For My Son
With all that has been going on in the world, with Boston and Newtown I feel this even stronger today.
I hope that all of you are dancing the dance of Spring and new growth, and are taking every moment to be in the sun.