I’m here and I’m okay. I guess you are there at your place and I hope you are okay, too.
- made a half-hearted attempt to do my “classical stretching” with Miranda Esmonde-White on PBS,
- thought about and talked with Tom about who and what I am grateful for,
- did 55 minutes of stretching exercises in the living room (because we don’t feel secure using the condo gym now),
- completed a desultory ten minutes of focused/deep-breathing meditation or whatever ( I am so bad at this),
- walked a couple of miles in the cool and sunny early afternoon,
- and made a loaf of Irish brown soda bread.
Irish brown soda bread
The easy, quick, and tasty recipe I use comes from Cook’s Illustrated, but there are many other recipes available from The Fanny Farmer Baking Book to King Arthur Flour and Food Network online. I was going link to the recipe or write it out below, but, since one can’t access the recipe without registering on the Cook’s Illustrated site, I decided I may not have a clear right to do that. So, when this mess is all over, maybe we can break (this) bread together.
What I really want to write about today
It’s my mother’s stainless steel mixing bowl I am thinking about today. I don’t know whether or not my parents received the Revere Ware mixing bowl set for their wedding or at some time later. I do know that I have used this bowl all of my life, since I could first stir anything. I first learned the difference between beating, mixing, and folding within this bowl. In this bowl we took turns beating the eggs for the angel food birthday cakes that we loved. My brothers and I used this bowl when we made cookies on summer days (see Swedish Ice Box Cookies).
I used the bowl again today to make the Irish brown soda bread to brighten up our self-isolating dinner tonight. The bowl worked perfectly, as it always does, and the loaf looks good.
What I want to think about today
Every day, I think about my mother and father and I think about how lucky my brothers and I are to have known them and felt their practical love and kindliness. Today, particularly, I am thinking of them because of the current world crisis we are sharing in. If my parents were here now, I believe they would face the challenges with practicality and kindliness. I hoist my slice of bread high with gratitude and hope.
Well said. I too feel very fortunate to have had loving, level headed parents. Made my life easier with that foundation.
We had the same bowl! Brought back fond memories.
Hi, Nancy, you are the second person who said you had the same bowl! More importantly, yes, we were lucky to have the foundation of loving, level-headed parents. I can remember doing a sleep over at your place back so many years ago. Your home did feel safe and warm. Please be safe, too.
Good to hear from you, Lynda. The soda bread sounds and looks wonderful. I need to try making that. I do remember your parents as calm and modest folks. My childhood was never calm, but I believe my parents did the best that they could to nurture and provide for nine children. There is great joy in having all of these shared memories as we’ve grown older. Stay well.
I remember your mom, Kathy, and she seemed pretty calm to me. Somehow my parents seemed that way, too–even though there was plenty of wildness going on around them. I have been enjoying thinking about those childhood days in Milford. We had happy childhoods. Love to you and your family and please be well.