Sunday, September 14, 2025

OAT CREAM RICH SCONES...

"You will find real joy in cooking and it will never become monotonous. I want to thank the Gas Company for making this little book, 1935, possible...be an artist at the gas range!"
                                                       -excerpts...The Mystery Chef 1935 for the American Gas Company
Scotch scones with a twist Quick and easy to make. Gobbled up with butter, or plant butter, jams, marmalade, honey.  I remember years of my mother' scones, made the way her other made them. She made them two ways. One with Cream, and one with sour cream and butter. Presented on the breakfast plate with rashers of bacon, runny eggs, and dollops of creamed honey slathered inside hot scones, fresh from the  oven.  Heaven.....
My grandmother's " Be an Artist at the gas Range 1935" Mystery Chef  calls scotch scones " exceedingly delicious and inexpensive to make".  because the 1935 recipe does NOT use butter or shortening. Just 1 cup of leftover milk, sweetened or soured.  My mother and  grandmother cooked the scone squares over a coal wood stove. So, I combined the two recipes with Oat Cream and plant butter to come up with this......baked in a preheated 425 degree oven.


4 cups flour, scant half cup sugar ( very scant), 2 tblsp baking powder, pinch of salt, 3/4 plant butter or margarine, 2 eggs, and 2/3 cup and a tad more of Oat milk Cream .


Combine the 2 eggs with  Oat Cream and mix.

Mix all dry ingredients together. Line baking sheet with a silpat baking liner or parchment paper. Do not grease.

Plop cut up pieces of plant butter, or margarine, into dry ingredients,  blend with pastry cutter.

Make a well in centre of dry ingredients and dump in egg/oat cream mixture.
Combine quickly, as if making pastry. Should just be brought together till it looks barely holding together. 
Divide into two balls of dough and gently pat into rounds on baking sheet.
"Wax paper will preserve food. Every kitchen should have a box of wax paper.." -The Mystery Chef, 1935
Sprinkle with a bit of coarse sugar, or a small amount of plain granulated sugar. It's not for flavour but to give interest to the tops.
(John MacPherson, a Scottish chef , came to the US in 1906. He had an interesting life, and in the 1930's started a series of radio shows called 'The Mystery Chef'. He ended up having 63 sponsors and tons of listeners. He believed cooking should be for everyone. His tv cooking show in 1949 lasted only one year. He was the "Mystery Chef' with a secret identity! )
Back to the Scones......Cut the rounds into six triangles. Bake in hot 425 degree oven about 15 minutes. I watch them carefully. Bake another 6 minutes. Put a piece of foil on top. Check the centers. Cut triangles again to separate a little to help them finish baking. Bake about 4 or 5 more minutes until a knife inserted into the scones comes out clean.

 

Cool on a wire rack and then gobble away......Dip into warm creamed honey butter for an extra treat, use plain, as is, as a side to soups, or stews. If you wish, add dried cranberries, raisins or currants to the dough, before baking.


        "You are the boss of that dough..." -Julia Child
"Guesswork has been replaced by certainty in the automatic gas range, refrigerator, water heater and house heating unit..." -The Mystery Chef, 1935
Photographs 2025

 







Thursday, September 11, 2025

HERE COMES the FALL...

NIGHT by Robinson Jeffers ( 1887-1962) (excerpts)

The ebb slips from the rock, the sunken Tide-rocks lift streaming shoulders 

out of the slack, the slow west sombering its torch.


Over the dark mountain, over the dark pinewood, 

Down the long dark valley along the shrunken river

Returns the splendor without rays, the shining of shadow,

Peace-bringer, the matrix of all shining and quieter of shining


 where the shore widens on the bay she opens dark wings and the ocean accepts her glory.


Far off from here the slender flocks of the mountain forest

Move among stems like towers

Of the old redwoods to the stream, no twig crackling
Into the mountain water among the dark ferns.....
The tide, moving the night's vastness with lonely voices,

Turns, the deep dark-shining Pacific leans on the land

To the outmost margins: you Night will resume the stars in your time.
Truly the spouting fountains of light, Antares, Arcturus, tire of their flow,

They sing one song but they think silence.
And Life, the flicker of men and moths and the wolf on the hill
Have men's minds changed, or the rock hidden in the deep waters of the soul
Broken the surface?

A few centuries gone by, was none dared not to people
the darkness beyond the stars with harps....
But now , dear, is the truth...
Life is grown sweeter........
Photography 2025 "Night" by Robinson Jeffers  is in the public domain. It is a very long narrative in the epic style of Greek theatre...

Saturday, September 6, 2025

BLOOD MOON RISING...

"There are nights when the wolves are silent, and only the moon howls..." -George Carlin
"The moon is always jealous of the heat of the day....." -Alice Hoffman
 
                                             

"Don't tell me the moon is shining. Show me the glint of light on broken glass..."

                                                                                                              - Anton Chekhov

                                   "Stay wild, Moon child..." -Ritta Klint
"See a flame in a spark. See great things in little beginnings..." -Richard Sibbes
"God put the moon in the sky to remind us that our darkest moments lead to our brightest..." -Lynne Ewing
"Tell me the story about how the sun loved the moon so much he died every night to let her breathe..." -Hanako Ishii

                                          
"The moon was so beautiful that the ocean held up a mirror..."

                                                                    -Ani DiFranco 


             "Go slowly, my lovely moon, go slowly ..." -Khaled Hosseni           

"You're my flame in the dark. We chase away the shadows around each other..." -Richelle Mead
"Drag me to the moon, to catch a star an seize its brilliance, as I'm swept up in amorphous dust..." -Bradley Chicho
         "We ran as if to meet the moon..." -Robert Frost
"Don't tell me the sky is the limit, when there are footprints on the moon..." -Paul Brandt
"The moon looks upon many night flowers; the night flowers see but one moon..." -Jean Ingelow
Photographs 2025 Campbell River, B.C.