Here is another easy recipe with fancy results!
Tasha was fond of chickens, especially the rare Spitzhauben breed. She said their combs did not freeze in winter, as they had a topknot to keep their head warm, and that they were especially intelligent. “The intelligence of small children and chickens is often underestimated,” she was fond of saying.
Between autumn and winter there is often a type of weather that lasts a few hours or as much as several days. This pause between the seasons often accompanies the big storms that spin off the Atlantic and bring snow, or rain, or wind, and often all three.
Hand cranked ice cream is one of those traditions that is particularly relevant nowadays. It takes a while to make, but it is supposed to. That is why it tastes so good. Tasha used an old ice cream churn, painted green on the outside with copper wire holding the staves together. The gear and crank assembly that spanned the top of the wooden bucket and turned the stainless drum within never quite stayed seated and required occasional adjustment during the cranking process, but it made the very best ice cream. The open door of the woodshed with a view past the dovecote and to the pines to the south was the preferred location for ice cream production. Even on hot days the shade is cool beneath the roof where rows of firewood sit quietly, and there was always a corgi enjoying the proceedings.
Happy Mothers Day to all...I hope you all get some home baked goodies in recognition of your special place in life and for all you do. This month's recipe highlights the flavors of lemon and citrus again!! I love them...They are light and refreshing. And anything that uses lemon curd is a winner with me. I encourage you to use different fruit combinations with this recipe. Experiment! Strawberries, Blueberries, Raspberries: all delicious substitutes. And using orange or lime curd is a delightful option as well!
Some chickens are real individuals. The most notable chicken Tasha ever knew was Chickahominy. His mother was a bearded Belgium bantam that started her clutch of eggs early in spring, and failed to hatch any save one, at which point she abandoned the effort. Rescued by Tasha from the cold, and thawed atop the double boiler on the woodstove, Chickahominy soon demonstrated his penchant for woodstoves, tea, gardening, scrambled eggs, traveling and people, especially Tasha.
One of my first "jobs" was making croissants for the Inn up the road for the breakfast crowd. I think I was 12? I had taken a class in whole wheat baking and making croissants there...yummy! So I rolled and rolled and marveled at the amount of butter and was so very proud of my beautiful croissants.