Today where I live, it snowed and hailed. We call that a 'Snow Day' and on such a day, schools and other learning institutes inevitably decide to close.
I took some photos - mostly from the comfort of indoors -
... and I made scones ...
... and wrote a poem.
how to make scones
I sent Jenny everything she needed to know,
the whole recipe from Edmond's Cookbook,
the measures, weights, numbers,
ingredients, oven temperature
and the time it takes.
I remembered to add, 'It doesn't matter
if the mixture is a bit sloppy'.
But it's the little things
she won't know, like the faster the better,
that scones work best with cold hands;
I worry that if she isn't actually shown
she won't know how to handle the shock
of the dough's heavy stickiness
on the floured tray.
It's not an exact science I think
as I plunge the knife into the soft heart
of the scone-dough and wish
that rather than messaging the recipe
through Facebook to her in Munich,
she could be spirited here beside me
as I work in the butter.
If she was here I'd be able to tell her
about the knife my nana always used
for scones; its thin, worn blade,its yellowed bone-handle
and when things get a little sticky
I'd say, "Now
is when you go in for more flour".
Kay McKenzie Cooke