one big speckled egg
Sunday, September 2, 2012
Macrochelys temminckii
Friday, August 24, 2012
Friday, February 3, 2012
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Sunday, August 14, 2011
Saturday, August 13, 2011
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Nettle Garlic Buttermilk Biscuits
Aaaaaaaamaaaaaaaazing....
Nettle Garlic Buttermilk Biscuits
Makes 12 biscuits
• 2 cups organic unbleached flour
• 1⁄2 teaspoon fine Himalayan pink salt
• 1 1⁄2 teaspoons baking powder
• 1⁄2 teaspoon baking soda
• 4 cloves fresh garlic, crushed
• 5 tablespoons organic salted butter
• 1 cup organic buttermilk (1.5 percent)
• 3/4 cup finely chopped fresh nettle leaves
• 1⁄2 teaspoon fine Himalayan pink salt
• 1 1⁄2 teaspoons baking powder
• 1⁄2 teaspoon baking soda
• 4 cloves fresh garlic, crushed
• 5 tablespoons organic salted butter
• 1 cup organic buttermilk (1.5 percent)
• 3/4 cup finely chopped fresh nettle leaves
• Thick gloves for harvesting and chopping the nettles
1. Preheat your oven to 400 degrees. Combine flour, salt, baking powder and baking soda in a large mixing bowl and stir thoroughly. Using two butter knives or a pastry cutter, add the butter until the mixture resembles a crumbly meal.
2. In a separate bowl, combine buttermilk with finely chopped garlic and nettle leaf. Add this liquid mixture to the dry ingredients and gently fold together to form a soft dough.
3. Turn the dough onto a floured cutting board, knead gently until it just comes together adding a little more flour if needed, and roll the dough out until it’s about 1⁄2-inch in thickness. Using the rim of a small glass, cut the dough into 3-4 inch rounds and place on an ungreased baking sheet.
4. Bake the biscuits for 18 minutes or until light golden brown.
5. Remove from the baking sheet to avoid over-crisping your biscuit bottoms and serve warm fresh from the oven with butter. Enjoy!
More about nettles on my work, work, work blog: http://mountainroseblog.com/nettle-garlic-buttermilk-biscuits/
Monday, April 18, 2011
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Monday, January 17, 2011
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
moonshower
to a child running wild through florida sunshine, snowflakes were divine. pure fantasy. fluttering from the sky like the tooth fairy. something cut from folded paper and made sparkly with glitter during circle time. now, bones grown and wrinkled, i run into the flooding luminescence of streetlights, ignoring bare skin and the screech of rubber tires to turn white in the awe of swirling crystal and moon glow.
smiling at the absolute wonder of simple things
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Friday, October 8, 2010
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Sunday, August 8, 2010
ships
I've lost people.
waking to find them a memory.
will I watch them all go
or will I become lost in them?
my heart aches at the thought,
but I know it comes.
it is not important to pass everyday,
but to have a day with them.
to see them
and feel them
to give and take of them.
they may not come back
or stay
so always love the worst of them.
good is easy
good is given.
I will miss their perfect darkness
or they will miss mine.
to always meet them clear
and tender
is to honor their fragile beauty
in gratitude of this strange, sinking gift.
waking to find them a memory.
will I watch them all go
or will I become lost in them?
my heart aches at the thought,
but I know it comes.
it is not important to pass everyday,
but to have a day with them.
to see them
and feel them
to give and take of them.
they may not come back
or stay
so always love the worst of them.
good is easy
good is given.
I will miss their perfect darkness
or they will miss mine.
to always meet them clear
and tender
is to honor their fragile beauty
in gratitude of this strange, sinking gift.
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Saturday, March 27, 2010
exhale
Early morning. Late breakfast. First snatch of free time in three weeks and the sun is actually shining! I'm celebrating with Darjeeling and Rose bud tea, plus a spot of honey from my friend's hive.
Elvira surprised me with a sweet and much needed "cheer up!" gift of eight eggs from her fancy new chickens. I made an omelette with English white cheddar, Lacinato Kale, and plenty of cracked black pepper, atop sprouted grain toast with Marionberry maple syrup glazed soysage.
Perfect medicine for my Saturday morning blues and ample fuel for a spring walk to the nearby hospital, where my dear friend awaits kisses and back rubs.
Elvira surprised me with a sweet and much needed "cheer up!" gift of eight eggs from her fancy new chickens. I made an omelette with English white cheddar, Lacinato Kale, and plenty of cracked black pepper, atop sprouted grain toast with Marionberry maple syrup glazed soysage.
Perfect medicine for my Saturday morning blues and ample fuel for a spring walk to the nearby hospital, where my dear friend awaits kisses and back rubs.
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
The Gypsy
Who my father was, what country I'm from,
In vain the people ask me
The first never existed and my home...
The earth that gives me fruits and flowers.
Wherever destiny leads me,
I find a smile, I find a love.
Why should I worry about thoughts of the past
When the hours of the present are glad to my heart?
It's true that tomorrow could cast a turbid veil over
The serene breezes waiting for me.
But if today, my skies are all blue,
Why should I worry about things that may not happen?
I am a plant, never frozen or bare,
That defies even the harshest winter.
If a leaf falls here, another will grow in it's place.
In every season I am full of flowers!
S.M. Maggioni
In vain the people ask me
The first never existed and my home...
The earth that gives me fruits and flowers.
Wherever destiny leads me,
I find a smile, I find a love.
Why should I worry about thoughts of the past
When the hours of the present are glad to my heart?
It's true that tomorrow could cast a turbid veil over
The serene breezes waiting for me.
But if today, my skies are all blue,
Why should I worry about things that may not happen?
I am a plant, never frozen or bare,
That defies even the harshest winter.
If a leaf falls here, another will grow in it's place.
In every season I am full of flowers!
S.M. Maggioni
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