The colder weather and the on-again, off-again rain mean that it’s time to start baking again. I’ve been a bit distracted lately, but with some extra pumpkin puree in the fridge and this awesome recipe, curtsy of my sister, I had at it in the kitchen this afternoon. Instead of circles I made owls, and I just stuck with the ginger frosting.
It’s been a long time since I’ve had scones. Muffins and toast seem to be more my speed these days, and I’m less about sweet things. The icing is sweet, but the scones themselves aren’t. Sort of a nice combination, if I do say so.
In addition to baking, I’m really digging into my books about Tyndall and Sir Oliver Lodge. I’m continually amazed by the communities that used to exist, both in the artistic and scientific communities. The minds meeting for drinks at ale houses or teas in each other’s living rooms seems fictitious. I am left wondering if those same meetings are happening today, and which names people, a hundred years from now, will look back on and be amazed by. I don’t know that communities function in the same way now. People are more spread out, communication is through email and phone calls and there isn’t quite the elaborate record that exists from the turn of the 20th century. But I don’t think that we’re without communities and meetings of minds. I feel like I’m part of something larger than myself these days, and thank you to everyone in Seattle who has taken me in. It’s a year now. Glorious.