Spring and Honeysuckle is here!!!!

Back in December 2010 Pantone announced that it's 2011 color of the year is Pantone 18-2120 Honeysuckle and already I'm seeing it start to flood the marketplace.

Honeysuckle is a vibrant pink with at least to my eye, coral overtones.  Their website calls it a pinkish red. Either way, it's a fun and happy color. A little touch of that is just what we need to get rid of the winter doldrums and welcome the soft breezes of spring.

Already I'm seeing this show up in the marketplace. Express, for example features a lovely infinity scarf in decidedly delicious spring tones, including honeysuckle.  For only $30, it makes a fun way to add a dash of color.

Talbots is featuring this color on both a dress and a gorgeous purse in their Spring Look Book.  Coach has purses out in a muted version of this color.

I've seen this color in housewares, bedding, towels, and jewelry. So go out and add a dash of this to your wardrobe or home. You can always temper it with navy, grey or taupes. 

Happy Spring!

January's Resolutions--revisited

For 2011 I decided to go about my resolutions in a different manner.  Instead of making year-long goals, I decided t make goals one month at a time. 
My January 2011 goals were:
1)  To drink enough water
2) To get in some exercise, despite the knees
3) To give praise, kudos, hugs, high 5s and other expressions of positive karma wherever I can.

In terms of water, I've done really well. I'm back to keeping a 16 ounce glass where I sit at the dining room table.  That way each time I sit down for a meal, or even just to do paperwork l I make it a  point to have a whole glass of water.  I also have a glass in two of the three bathrooms. Again, when I use the restroom I have a glass of water.  Those two little changes have made a significant difference in my water consumption.


I didn't do so well on the exercise piece of it. It's been a month of knee and back pain. I'm starting to wonder if I'm getting
arthritis in my knees. Figures, wouldn't it? LOL  So starting tomorrow, it's back to the drawing board with a new
fitness-based resolution.

For goal #3, I wanted to spread gratitude, praise, hugs and general good karma. It's been so heartwarming.  Making someone else feel good, making them smile, making them feel valued just flat out makes me feel good. I'm going to keep this resolution around permanently! 


So in a day or two I'll post my February resolutions. I also have a couple posts in the pipeline showcasing some recent cakes, a piece in praise of going nude (with shoes that is), and some adorable fingerprint jewelry.

Season's Eatings with a history lesson twist

As everyone knows, I'm big on tradition. When it comes to food and the holidays, it's doubly true. It helps  me feel connected to family and friends who've come before, and by talking to James about these traditions while we cook together, it's connecting me to the future as well--through him.


For Christmas morning brunch I make the same items that my Grandma Folk made every year when I was a little girl. Two of the recipes come from Martha Dixon's Copper Kettle Cook Book which was published in Grand Rapids, MI in 1963.The first is Butter-Ball Coffee Cake and the second is a Sour Cream Coffee Cake.  Both can be made a day or two ahead and are simple and delicious.


Additionally, near and dear to my heart is the Cheese Souffle recipe that came from my cousin Joyce Harding Wotring. Cousin Joyce passed away quite a number of years ago from breast cancer, if memory serves. I make this souffle each Christmas in her honour. Part of why I love it that you assemble it the day before, pop it in the refrigerator and bake it Christmas morning. The souffle, coffee cakes and a ham to round things out, make for a delicious (and easy!!!) Christmas brunch.


So what does this have to do with history?  You can learn about history by taking classes, reading books, watching documentaries, and going to an art museum. But, you can also learn about history by reading old cook books. Cook books are a window into the socio-economic climate of the times.  Currently, I'm reading  my way through the 1943 Edition of the Joy of Cooking. First published in the early 1930s, the Joy of Cooking is a a testament to the values of the times. The recipes are generally short, simple and frugal and clearly show their ties to the Great Depression.

Why don't you start some traditions of your own?

The whimisical tree

We started off the Christmas decorating by trying to decide on a tree. Did we use our 9' artificial tree? Did we get a smaller artificial? Did we cut a fresh one?  Last summer after James attended a eco-friendly camp he went on and one about which kind of tree is more ecologically responsible.  Gotta give the boy credit for paying attention.

After much discussion on the pros and cons, we did decide on a fresh cut tree. As a family, we traipsed off to Urquharts for a fresh tree.  John was determined that we not come home with some 10' behemoth and of course James wanted every Charlie Brown tree he saw.  At one point James picked out what looked like a 5' tall round shrub. I nearly let him talk us into that tree. But in the end, we chose a 6' Canaan Fir.

Now how to decorate it? I have enough ornaments to decorate a number of trees. They're all in plastic tubs and organized by color. You know I'm OCD right? LOL. I have blues, reds, white and the proverbially popular, silver and gold. I also have tons of pine cones, fruits, gingerbread ornaments, silver metal stars, silver Wilton Armetale ornaments, mittens and whatnot that have made it into my trees over the year.

I decided to eschew with my traditional Martha Stewart-esque tree and do something more natural. Maybe natural isn't the right word. Maybe outdoorsy. I used pine cones, glittered fruits, gingerbread ornaments and a variety of mittens--some knit and some wood.  It's light and whimsical and as a found out later--tasty for dogs!

On top of the tree I put my red-headed, porcelain angel. I've never found another angel with red hair. The angel belonged to my Grandma Berwald and came to me when she passed 20 years ago. I know she purchased it in Grand Haven, MI at Lakeside Floral. The price tag reads $29.95. When did she buy it? Who knows. Did she know how special it would be to me? Probably not.  In any event, I cherish my red-headed angel and look forward to passing her on to James.

The tree held up beautifully, despite Tilly catching her tail in the lights and then attacking and dismembering one of the gingerbread boys on the tree!  Who knows what kind of tree we'll have for 2011.

Age appropriate mermaids

A couple  months back I received a cake commission from my friend Julie. It was for a the fifth birthday of her daughter Nola.  Nola, mind you, had very specific requests when it came to her cake.  She wanted chocolate cake, something blue, the number 5 on it, and with a mermaid on it that she could eat.

I started to sketch out my design and knew I wanted to sculpt mermaids out of fondant. I wanted a sample image to work from and that's where I ran into a problem. 99% of the images available for mermaids were quite voluptuous, Siren-esque and downright provacative--definitely not appropriate for a party for a 5 year old!!! I thought about changing my design, stressed over the whole thing a few days and decided to keep looking at images online. It took ages, but finally found an image of a a mermaid, or rather a mergirl that was sweet and child-like. Yihah--I was in business! From that image the cake below developed. 

Not knowing Nola's favorite color I sculpted 4 little fondant mergirls in different colored costumes, but each as a brunette, like Miss Nola. A pearl necklace and a flower in the hair added a girly finishing touch. As for the "5" part, I made a piece of driftwood out of fondant that I marbled to look like wood. Each mergirl holds a rope attached to the piece of driftwood.

So who knew, when all this started how hard it would be to find an age appropriate picture of a mermaid?

Past, Present and the Future on a 3 X 5 Card

Since I was a young child I have been making this recipe for Fudge Cookies (a.k.a. No Bakes). The 3 X 5 card on which it is written is old, discolored, dog-eared and stained--a sure sign of a well-loved recipe. The writing on it is feminine, somewhat jerky, but it does not belong to Harriet Susan Harding Folk, my Grandmother.  The name written on it is Mary McCarty. I don't remember my Grandmother talking about her, but I can only assume she was a friend.  My Grandmother did say she'd been making that recipe for many many years before I can along, in gasp! 1972.

So why is an old hand-written recipe that's probably from the 1950s important? And how is it even relevant given this fast-paced life we lead where we're perpetually attached to our iPhones, blackberry's and Facebook?  Because for me, those recipes and my time baking with my Grandmother represented so many important things, including feeling connected and a sense of accomplishment.  Old, well-loved recipes like these represent my past, my family's past as well as a connection to the present and the future. Hopefully I'll be able to pass down some of these recipes to my son and eventually his children.

Even beyond those, baking with my grandmother gave us time to talk about school, life, or just whatever. Nearly every day we had a good 30 minutes to talk while we were making dinner together, or baking something sweet and yummy. In addition, baking at her side improved my fractions, honed my reading skills and taught me basic kitchen safety. She got to tell me a bit about her childhood and what it was like to grow up in the 20s and 30s. It seemed quite insignificant at the time, but looking back, I truly do cherish those memories.

So since my son was little we have cooked and baked together. He has been standing on a stool and running my KitchenAid mixer at least since he was 3 and he's only covered my kitchen once in batter. We get to talk, joke, and connect.  Sometimes we talk about school, sometimes we talk about family and sometimes he just makes up recipes in his head that he wants us to try, nearly all of them including chocolate. What he doesn't realize is that like me, he's learning fractions, improved his fine motor skills and improved his reading. He just thinks we're having fun!

Looking forward, I know I am making memories with him that I'll always cherish and hopefully he'll cherish them as well. 

Fudge Cookies (a.k.a. No Bakes) courtesy of Mary McCarty
2 cups sugar
1/3 cocoa powder
1/4 cup shortening (i.e., Crisco)
1/2 cup milk
Put everyone listed above into a sauce pan and bring to a boil. Boil for 1 minute and then remove from heat.
Add 1 cup peanut butter and 1 teaspoon of vanilla. Stir so that the peanut butter melts. Then stir in 3 cups of oatmeal.  Drop by rounded teaspoonfuls onto waxed or parchment paper. Work quickly as the cookies will begin to set as they cool.

So whether you're a baker, a musician, a writer, a hunter, a teacher or whatever, take the time to connect with someone today.

Unconditional Love

This morning, my little boy James came and got into bed with me for a rare morning snuggle. Normally we're up and getting ready for school but today the teachers had an in-service day and he had the day off. It was delightful to get to snuggle with his warm little body and talk to him.  The older he gets the less he wants to snuggle. The most snuggling I seem to get is on the rare occasions that he sleeps with me. I must say though, despite his doing the Macarena in his sleep, and his teeth grinding that there's nothing better than falling asleep with his little hand holding mine.

Anyway, while we were lying there we got to talking about the difference between like and love. 
Whenever the topic of love comes up I stress to him that I love him unconditionally.  As I child I never felt that kind of love from my maternal grandmother, who for all intents and purposes, raised me. Love always felt like it was attached to my being "good," cleaning up after myself, doing as I was told, etc. I felt that if I displeased my grandmother that she'd withhold her love.  And don't get me wrong, I'm not speaking ill of her as I'm sure this was the way she was raised, but I swore that when I had children I would try to do things a little differently.  My paternal grandmother always stressed her unconditional love but I didn't see her often enough for it to sink in. So ever since I had James I've purposely stressed that I love him unconditionally.

So this morning, once again I told James that no matter what he does that I'll always love him. I may not like something he's done, or a choice that he's making but that I'll always love him. I told him that there's nothing he could do that would make me stop loving him. I told him that you can love someone and not like them at the same time. He seemed to mull it over for a few minutes and then he turned to me with a puzzled expression and said:

"So Mom, you don't like it when I run down the stairs, but you still love me right?"  I told him that he was exactly right. I love him despite not liking what he was doing, i.e., running down the stairs. I keep telling him he's going to slip and do a header into one of my flowered chairs.  He smiled, gave me a kiss on the cheek and scampered off to get dressed for the day.

Does he get it? I'm not sure, but either way, I'm going to keep telling him. I feel strongly about this so I'll keep telling him.  Someday, when he has children I'll love them unconditionally too.

Have you told your child that you love them unconditionally?