steampunk sheep

steampunk sheep

at the puyallup fair

i couldn't help but think

ol' leroy here

had plans of his own

lemon ricotta pancakes

i had originally planned

to be long-winded

and

apologetic

about my absence

then i thought

actions not words

&

i made you these

  

the best part?

none of that pesky

egg-white whipping

and

delicate folding

with their

buttery crispy edges

and

billowy lemony insides

these pancake

say

i'm sorry

and

you're welcome

all at the same time

lemon ricotta pancakes

(printable recipe)

1/2 cup ricotta 

1 Tbs lemon zest

2 Tbs lemon juice

2 large eggs

1 cup buttermilk

1/2 tsp kosher salt

1/2 tsp baking soda

1/2 cup fine corn meal (floury kind)

1 cup all purpose flour

6 Tbs sugar

whisk together the flour, corn flour, sugar, salt and baking soda. in a separate bowl whisk together the ricotta, lemon zest, lemon juice, eggs and buttermilk.  stir the dry into the wet a bit at a time, to minimize lumps.  stir slowly, and just to get all the ingredients incorporated.  allow to sit about 5 minutes while you heat up the pan.  i like to use butter to cook my pancakes, and i like it to get a bit brown before laying down the batter. but these pancakes are even delicious with pan spray.  

i suggest pureed fruit, fruit syrup or a glaze made with lemon juice and powdered sugar as a topper. 

pockets full of gold

i'm fresh from 

a long hot bath

irresponsibly

hot

irresponsibly

long

washing the day's

dust and doubt

you see

today 

hubs and i

inked the deal

The Deal

the deal that

moves us from

the cloud side of the rainbow

to 

the pot of gold

1988

is the year i graduated college

freshly minted diploma in hand

this same year

i was certain

a 100 year old farmhouse

on 10 acres

in small town montana

found in the classifieds

was my perfect next step

you may have guessed

instead of the house

on the range

i moved back home

picked up a dumpy rental with friends

and 

started my professional journey

a fabulous time

with 

great stories

interesting triumphs

love

hubster and i

have been talking about a different life

since the day we met

the type of life imagined

as a fresh faced grad

these many years later

it is happening

rather than a two story farmhouse

in a corner of montana

we are closing on

a doll of a house

perched on a hilltop

presiding over 60 acres

and a trio of yaks

today

we walked the land

with the seller

crossing from one end to the next

down a sloping trail

walked by natives

missionaries

herds of cattle

wild pigs

landowners

trail horses

and

us

hubster and i

both agree

we should make this walk daily

filling our boots with dust

our lungs with fresh breath

and

our

proverbial pockets

with

gold