Different people have different superpowers. Some people can find a four leaf clover every time they walk through a field. Some people can do math in their head (probably with the aid of witchcraft.) And I can make myself at home in other people’s kitchens.
When we convened at friend C’s house last night and baked potatoes were made, I volunteered to make a yogurt sauce for them. It involved garlic, salt, paprika, cumin, a tiny bit of cayenne and apple cider vinegar, and a lot of nutritional yeast and was absolutely delicious. (That is what usually passes for a recipe around here, by the way.) The potatoes had a perfect papery skin and we were all a lot hungrier than we’d realized.
And cookies were also made. We adapted a recipe from Beyond the Moon Cookbook to the ingredients on hand, although there was debate on carob v. cocoa powder. In lieu of sour cream, yogurt. For half the butter, margarine that C. needed to be rid of. Buckwheat honey (the “tall dark stranger of honeys,” according to the Google) as the only sweetener. And a bunch of ginger thrown in for good measure.
Last minute cookies for hungry barn raisers adapted from “Dream Cookies” in Beyond the Moon Cookbook
1 1/2 cups (3 sticks) butter or margarine, softened
3/4 cup honey
1/2 cup yogurt
1+ T grated ginger
2 1/2 cups flour (your choice)
1 t baking powder
3 T cocoa powder
1 cup chopped almonds
Preheat the oven to 350 degrees. Cream butter, honey, and ginger; beat in sour cream. In separate bowl, mix flour, cocoa, and baking powder. Add to wet ingredients gradually and stir to combine, adding almonds. Drop onto greased cookie sheet and start checking at five minutes.
It’s getting colder in these parts. Time to bring out the slippers and long underwear. We run with a crowd that lives in old houses, so temperatures tend to be a little chillier indoors than once might expect. Including our house, which is usually around 63 because I am cold blooded (or at least from the South) and if it’s below that temperature I have trouble functioning unless I’m wearing a winter coat. I’m not proud, but it’s a fact. Do snakes hibernate, or what? Every day I remind myself that there’s so much to learn.
And this is Pretty Girl, the coolest cat in the world. I used to be totally indifferent to cats, then I disliked them because of Miss Kitty, my grandparents’ cat who would suddenly and without warning turn into a raging jerk. Now I love them, or at least the cool ones like PG. If we end up on the West Side there’s probably a cat in our future, although it’ll have to be a very cool and self-sufficient cat that likes being outdoors and dislikes having a crappy attitude and peeing on furniture. Because I refuse to subsidize that behavior, you know?