Bread recipe… for Nicole especially…

It *was* the yeast. I have two different oat wheat recipes, and for some reason I think the one I brought over for Thanksgiving was a combination of the two. Try this, and see what happens.

1 cup milk
3 T honey
1 c white flour
1 c whole wheat flour
1 c oats
1 1/4 t salt
2 T butter
2 t active dry yeast

If the dough is wet, add flour til it makes a ball. Knead it for a half hour. I use a bread machine to knead it, but however you put the dough together, knock yourself out–I would give my eyetooth for a fancy stand mixer with a bread dough attachment, but I'll probably just put it on my wedding registry instead.

Let rise once as a ball, then shape according to however you want to shape it and let rise again. Bake at 350˚ for 30 minutes. Be sure to take the loaf out of/off the pan or sheet and let cool on a drying rack.

You can adjust the white/wheat ratio however you like, but the more wheat you use, the more you should knead it. I like a half and half, myself.

If this doesn't work, try the same recipe with 2 T of brown sugar instead.

Or keep the honey, and use 1 c. water and 1 1/2 T. of dry milk.


Note to the bread fans…

….tried to recreate the honey oat wheat bread. didn't come out right. I
think the yeast I'm using is old.

however, i did something splendid with the second loaf, knowing the the
yeast was old: I made sandwich rolls out of them, and they came out so
perfect that anyone in the DC-Philly corridor who wants some can have a
batch for Christmas, because I need to use up this yeast.

Hmm, I could ebay my rolls. HAHAHA.

Lilith sent us a lovely pesto bread that DFH descended on and is raving
about. Now i suspect I'm going to snag that recipe if it's available.

Peace for Breakfast

I came home last night from the grocery store with a bagful or four of food, in an effort to push myself toward a more mindful way of eating. One of the things I picked up was a Maple Pecan cereal from these folks:

Peace Cereal – The organic breakfast cereal dedicated to peace

I joked to DH that this even had its own yogi, because there was a turbaned fellow on the side of the box. He got very excited. “That’s the same dude that does my chai!”

Sure enough, we looked on the side of his box of chai, and it’s the same guy!

I wasn’t sure if I would like the stuff, seeing as cardamom and ginger aren’t exactly what I think of when I get a hankering for Honey Bunches of Oats, but you know, it hit the same exact spot.



Let there be peace on earth.
And let it begin with me.

We’re due for a big storm tonight. I’m curled up with Netflix and knitting, and saying a prayer for the peace activists who have been abducted. Please God, look after them. Please.


I've just concocted something that is something of a mix of dal, yemiser w'et, and chili.

All hail the weird Helen spice rack and lots of things in the pantry/produce bin to use up.

It has…

green bell peppers…
chili powder…
ancho chile pepper…
and other various spicy spices…..


Light Blazes

The devotional book in which I am published has a companion website, — you can follow along with the lectionary and devotionals there.

Right now, there's the moving foreword, and a number of “blurbs” along the right-hand side.

My copy should arrive any day now. I'm excited. 🙂

Happy Thanksgiving, all. I was going to post a little thing that Fr. Jim read in church this past weekend, but I didn't find it in my inbox, so I'll post it when I can get it from him. I did do a bit of Thanksgiving reflection in this October post.

And I'm baking bread. Mmmmmm.

The weekend has filled up, as I expected. I need to find a church in the Shenandoah Valley I can go to when I'm out there, as I will be this weekend.


….Brunswick Stew!

It's missing something, and I don't know what. I mean, Brunswick is really the kind of stew that you can make however you want, seeing as Virgina and Georgia fight over custody of it, as long as it has tomatoes, corn, and baby limas or okra, but for the life of me I can't make it taste the way my mom used to make it, which was grama's recipe and dates back goodness knows how long back.

I've looked it up in all my southern reference books and online and i still haven't figured out what's missing.


Hi. I'm craving pizza.

But I should mention I had this incredible couscous dish tonight at a potluck, and, having no idea who brought it, I don't know who to ask where they got it. (No comments from the peanut gallery on us bringing bought foods to a potluck. It's northern Virginia.)

Grumble. Can anything else go weird with me? I mean, I crave *cod.* And beer to fry it in. I think I'm becoming British. Er, Anglican. Yeah.

Maybe I'm just hungry.