Thursday, December 16, 2010

It's A Gingerbread World

Good morning from Applejack Lane. It's starting to snow!  So come on inside to my gingerbread world.
Um-um good- gingerbread spice herbal tea...    

My extra large gingerbread man and woman stand in an old picnic basket...
 A gingerbread mantel...

 Gingerbread cookies and cutters...
 This Gingerbread  Man has his bells on...
 And speaking of bells...

  A Ginger Head from Brenda at The Rusty Thimble...
 And Gingerbread scones...
Gingerbread Scones from A Taste of Home

2 cups all-purpose flour
3 tablespoons brown sugar
2 teaspoons baking powder
1 teaspoon ginger
1.2 teaspoon baking soda
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/2 teaspoon ground cinnamon
1/4 cup cold butter
1/3 cup molasses
1/4 cup milk
1 egg, separated

In a large bowl, combine flour, brown sugar, baking powder, ginger, baking soda, salt, and cinnamon.  Cut in butter until mixture resembles course crumbs.  In a small bowl, combine the molasses, milk, and egg yolk until smooth; stir into the flour mixture just until moistened.  Turn onto a floured surface; knead gently 6-8 times.   Pat into a 8 inch circle.  Cut into 12 wedges and place 1 inch apart on a greased baking sheet*. Beat egg white until frothy; brush over scones.  Sprinkle with sugar.  Bake at 400 degrees for 12-15 minutes our until golden brown.  Serve warm.

*  I like a more petite scone.  I divide the dough into two equal parts and form smaller circles about 5 inches in diameter.  Then I cut the circle into 6 wedges.  I bake these for about 11-12 minutes.

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Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Memories of Momma's Snowflakes

Momma's snowflakes have been boxed for twenty-two years.  This year, I decided to find them  and add them to the Christmas tree.  I should have laundered and starched them, but if I had that to do, I probably would not have pulled them out .  So, impulsively, I just put them on the tree. In her later years, Momma enjoyed an all white tree using white balls, birds, clear lights, and her snowflakes.  They bring back such sweet memories of her.

Even Father Kristmas can enjoy a peak at Momma's snowflakes.
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