short days, long minutes. And a nice sandwich bread recipe too.


Rejoice!  The temperature spiked at a balmy 25F yesterday!  Big, fat, wet snowflakes stuck to our eyelashes rather than the tiny, frosty cold variety that creates mounds of dust all around.  We took the warm sunshiny day to head to VINS raptor center, where we hadn’t ventured in quite some time.  We were, perhaps, the only visitors of the day, and that was all right- the birds had plenty to say to their only company.

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Though the hours of sunlight are so very short, the days still seem insurmountably long sometimes.  The boys seem to be learning their strength against one another more and more, and my patience is wearing thin.  My tactic of separate and give love is starting to look like separate and stuff my face in a pillow.  We need more of these warming days to get us through.  Or at least another room available to play in (you may remember our flooding left us stranded in our upstairs).  Yesterdays many hours outdoors certainly made a dent in the -need to run and jump and explore- deficit.  But, it also left us hoping for more, which can be a dangerous thing in late January in Vermont.

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Thank goodness for hot cocoa and warm home-made bread.  They bring a well deserved comfort to prepare for a long day ahead.  Now that warm things don’t make me sick (what a cruel punishment that was… oh first trimester… I am so glad to be passed you!), I have been indulging in rich hot chocolate’s on the daily.  I sink a few pieces of dark chocolate into mine when no one is looking and it is the secret treat that feeds my soul.  Next time you or your troop is weary from the cold give it a try, you will see.

Country White Bread

(adapted from Beard on Bread)

Heat 2 cups of whole milk on the stove top with a 1/4 cup of honey and a tablespoon of salt until the edges form little bubbles.  Turn off heat and cool to body temperature.

Proof 4 teaspoons of yeast in a touch of the warmed milk until light and frothy.  Mix in the rest of the milk along with 5 cups of unbleached flour.  Knead with more flour until satiny and smooth and not sticky to the touch.  About 5 minutes.

At this point you can place your bread in an oiled bowl with plastic wrap over the top to proof overnight in the fridge or you can proof it right away.  I like to make this at night and bring it out with the sun, letting it warm up and rise for the first few hours of the day.  When it is doubled, split it in half and place in two loaf pans (well greased).  Let the dough rise until it reaches the pans edges, brush with an egg wash (egg and a tablespoon of water).  Place in a preheated 400F oven for 40 minutes until you knock and it sounds hollow, or until it registers at 190F.

Cool, slice, and slather with mascarpone and strawberry jam.  Serve with a cup of hot cocoa after a morning walk through the cold winter air.  I promise, everyone’s spirits will improve.


something so right

The combination of old friend and new joined my world together this past weeks end.  It was just the duo to warm a wary moving mama’s soul.  A visit from the sweetest neighbor anyone, and I mean anyone could ask for; A lady full of casual advice on parenting that comes only in the form of full recognition and demonstration; A lady my boys have fallen head over heels for.

and who could blame them really?  

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We took her to all our favorite spots.  You know, the ones we have found in the whole week we have been here.  There was no bird show at VINS at the “after nap hour” we arrived so we made do with our own show…

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Billings Farm was a delicious choice.  Over a dozen local cheese vendors were sampling out their goods and we stuffed ourselves happy.  

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And then another mama met through a mutual friend from long ago, with two sweet babies, an insect expert of a husband and two perfectly wonderful neighbors herself.  I came bearing gifts of barley salad, roasted garlicy popovers (I swear I outdid myself on this one:) and kombucha (though her bubbly concoction put mine to shame but now… now, I have the tools to improve!) and left with a bag full of organic greenhouse tomatoes and so much rhubarb I could hardly squish all those sweet tart stalks into our refrigerator.

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Oh the trouble with moving isn’t the packing, or the boxes, or the uncertainty of where you will live.  It is the loneliness of a new location where you know now a soul.  I believe this go at it, we will get to avoid that whole troublesome part.  Seems there has not been a speck of it to be found.  

this moment


{this moment}

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{this moment} – A Friday ritual. A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.

If you’re inspired to do the same, leave a link to your ‘moment’ in the comments for all to find and see.


SIDE NOTE: I wish I could have captured a sound. The sound of a barred owl in the middle of the night, and the feeling of excitement and joy inside me while I listened and smiled.