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Starting Over ~ Life in the Day Camp

EASY AS PIE???           

Pecan pie--this one's too nice to be mine!

Pecan pie–this one’s too nice to be mine!

i’m writing this blog on Sunday afternoon while waiting for my home-made pecan pie to come out of the oven. You heard right. This New York born gal, who can do justice to an apple or blueberry pie, is trying her hand at the quintessential Southern pecan pie for the very first time. It wasn’t my idea. I don’t even like pecan pies  But preparing one was my assignment.

Tonight, my golfer guy and I are going to the neighborhood Dine-In. On the first Sunday evening of every other month, the neighbors get together in each other’s homes with a pre-determined dinner menu.  There is usually a theme, and each couple brings an assigned dish—enough to serve about eight people. There are usually about six dinner hosts.  Afterwards between 36-48 participants gather at the dessert host’s house for coffee and….whatever.

Tonight my pecan pie is on that dessert menu. Oy.

I’m calling it an experiment because right from the beginning, the instructions puzzled me. The recipe called for one  9-inch pie shell, unbaked.  So I walked down the supermarket’s baking aisle and bought a graham cracker crust pie shell.

“No, no, no,” my friend and neighbor said when I met her on the street. “Not graham cracker. Not that I’ve ever made a pecan pie before either. But I think you’re supposed to buy a shell from the frozen food department.”

“What?”

She laughed.  “Don’t worry. I’ll give you one of mine. They come two in a package.”

Problem solved. Neither of us really knew about this, but Maggie sounded a lot more confident than I felt.

The next ingredient:  4 tablespoons butter, softened.  Why couldn’t I just use Smart Balance, my already softened buttery spread? The canister said it was good for baking.  But my golfer guy said, “Better not. I’ll run to the store again. What should I buy?”   file000572752158

“I don’t think butter is sold in single sticks.”  Now I’m picturing 3 ½ sticks of real butter going to waste.

But that was nothing compared to: ½ cup cane syrup (no substitute).  I didn’t even know what cane syrup was. In my pantry, I had molasses and Caro light corn syrup. But wait! Light corn syrup was another ingredient on the recipe list. So, on our initial trip to the supermarket, when we bought the wrong crust, Mike and I searched for cane syrup. We found a jar of 35% cane syrup. That was the highest percentage among the brand selection. We bought it because I was scared of the no substitution order.

We also bought a pint of heavy whipping cream because it was on the list. I thought it had to be blended into the bowl with the other ingredients. Wrong!  I was supposed to whip it and serve alongside the pie. But the dessert was to be delivered to the hostess at 6 p.m.  The guests wouldn’t arrive until 9. That just didn’t seem right to me. What would happen to whipped cream during those three hours? What if the hostess had no room in her fridge?

So, along with the graham cracker crust, Mike returned the heavy cream to the store.  I told him to buy a container of Cool Whip instead. Yes, substitution! It could go in either a freezer or fridge.

Not finished yet. Directions: add eggs to softened butter and sugar one at a time, beating until light and fluffy, but not foamy.

Give me a break! Fluffy? Foamy? In my mind, they’re pretty close.

And finally, after adding the syrups and the other ingredients including chopped pecans, the directions said to “mix until well blended.”  Does that mean to use the electric mixer which I’d used to get to “fluffy”? Or blend by hand?  I thought the pecans would become mush with the beaters, so I did it by hand.

When I learned to bake with my grandma, everything she did made sense. I was able to understand a little of this and a little of that. I was there! Why are there so many guessing games with what should be a straight-forward recipe? One printed out from a recipe website? Am I overthinking? Or am I just dumb  inexperienced?

Hold on a minute…the timer is ringing. I’ll be right back.

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This one’s mine!

Hi again. Good news! It smells right. The middle is swollen, but I think it’s going down. Mike’s betting on a winner.  I’ll let you know what happens.

I’m back again with the morning after report: my pie disappeared in the first five minutes. Everyone commented on the slight orange-y flavor. The recipe called for orange peel. I didn’t know how to make that, so I decided two teaspoons of orange zest would do (I know what that is), And they loved it.  Phew!  So, anyone for pie?

I think there has to be an art in writing clear directions for recipes. What do you think? Can you follow a recipe easily? Or have you had similar experiences to mine? Please share if you have tips!

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Starting Over ~ Wasting Time or Recharging?

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When my oldest son was about thirteen years old, I found him lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling, hands behind his head. His knees were bent and one leg crossed over the other. The afternoon light penetrated the room. I couldn’t stand it.

“What are you doing?”

“Mom! Can’t I just do nothing for awhile? I never get to do nothing.”

Well, that gave me pause. Fair enough.  As  working mom, I’d made sure my kids were programmed from morning til night, particularly after school. Between homework, bar-mitzvah classes, a newspaper route, and a basketball team, my son may have had a point. So I said, “Okay. Let me know when you’re ready to return to the world.”

That little incident has stayed with me, and I’ve sometimes repeated it when friends talk about kids and their activities. I’ve learned that my generation was not the first to program their kids. From what I can gather, my son was lucky. Kids today don’t have a minute to daydream.  Between soccer, dancing, music, gymnastics, scouts, Little League, clubs….there is a team or a class for every age, every stage and every wage. Classes cost. file0001683376869

Another dream deferred...until now?

Another dream deferred…until now?

We want to give our children everything. Or at least, as much as we possibly can afford. But I wonder if what they most need is time. A free commodity. Which will allow dreams to flourish, creativity to develop, and the mind and body to rest and rejuvenate. Even children need peace of mind. I’m glad some others think like I do:

“Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer’s day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time.”   ….John Lubbock.

My dreamtime occurs in the early morning hours, before my eyes open, before my brain is fully engaged. In that delicious time between sleeping  and waking, my mind drifts to the stories I’m writing, and I usually solve a problem. It drifts to this blog, and a new topic that might interest me. I dream about my own mother and father and miss them to tears. During my dreamtime hours, my mind is free to wander. It conjures up images I didn’t know I had inside me. I love those moments because something good usually results from them. When I actually get out of bed, I’m not only refreshed, but I can’t wait to get to the computer.

Ladies First Choice

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We need time to reconnoiter with ourselves. I found the quote from John Lubbock printed in a newsletter from Ladies First Choice, a “stylish ladies boutique” for women who’ve had mastectomies. Women who know that “rest is not a waste of time.” Rest is mandatory for healing and becoming whole again. That’s right. A whole woman–in mind, body and spirit. The breast is not the person. While fighting for our lives, our dreams are laced with nightmares. When we regain our health, our minds can rest.

An active life deserves time for thinking and daydreaming.  Just ask my busy son. Who still fights for a moment to do “nothing.”

What about you? Are there times of the day that are natural dream hours for you?  Do you close yourself away from the family for awhile each day? Refuse to answer the phone?

As always, thanks so much for stopping by. I hope to see you for the next edition of Starting Over when I’ll announce the winner of the July contest.

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