Almond Pound Cake – Never Too Late

October 23, 2013October 23, 2013 / still a dreamer

Yes, there has been a bit of an absence on my part and with good reason, but irrelevant here. So that being said, why not a food moment for my return?

Each year I volunteer at Mylestone Equine Rescue’s Open House, (see previous post), and also bake for their big bake sale. This year, circumstances conspired and I was unable to do either. However, I had bought the ingredients and there they sat … exactly what I no longer eat on my path to being vegan – eggs, butter, cream cheese.

Batter in a greased and floured Bundt pan always looks messy.

Had I had more time to practice, I would have baked something vegan, but as I had not, I thought it better not to foist my inexperience on an unsuspecting public. So I decided to bake the good, old-fashioned way, the way I know how. But … the weekend had passed, and the ingredients remained.

But quite beautiful when done!

So I decided to make the cake this past weekend, and I would just give a goodly portion to my friend who runs the rescue, a chunk for neighbors who share their cooking with me from time to time, and a very small amount for myself, (just to make sure it’s safe, of course.)

This almond pound cake with almond glaze was quite simple to make, not a long list of ingredients, nor a complex process. I probably could have added a bit more liquid to the glaze so it fell down the sides of the cake more freely, but this will do. The end result? A pound cake with a delicate flavoring of almond and a glaze that tasted more like marzipan. Delicious!

If interested in making this Almond Pound Cake, here’s the recipe.

(And now I’ll be looking into my new cookbook, “The Joy of Vegan Baking,” and see how I can stay deliciously on track while baking.)

Helping Horses – Open House at Mylestone

October 9, 2013 / still a dreamer / 2 Comments

Each year Mylestone Equine Rescue holds their annual Open House. It’s an opportunity for horse lovers/animal lovers/people who care about what happens to animals on this sometimes-godforsaken-planet to meet the horses rescued by Mylestone and residing on their farm.

Pictured is Holly, a snowflake Appaloosa, meeting some fans at a previous Open House.

What I love about working with Mylestone is that they save the horses that other rescues will rarely take … the ones that are lame, those who have worked their entire lives serving man and yet will be shipped to slaughter when no longer useful, those whose owners can no longer afford them and leave them to starve in a back field, or those whose owners truly care and are desperately seeking help in placing them.

Most of the Mylestone horses are suitable as companions only; most are not ridable, and therefore, will live their lives on the farm, supported by sponsors and other caring folk.

Because it’s a private farm, it’s only open to the public at this annual Open House or by appointment – so here’s your chance to see miracles in action – each horse’s story is posted on their stall or paddock and what they looked like when they arrived. Their appearance now speaks for itself. If you are in the area and would like to check out this wonderful rescue, why not attend Open House, October 13th from 12 noon to 4 p.m. Complete details are here. There’s a terrific Silent Auction, great baked goods, Mylestone merchandise, vendors and more. Raindate is the following Sunday – check the website before coming in the event that it does rain.

It’s My Life

October 3, 2013 / still a dreamer / 8 Comments

This morning had me out early running an important errand. As I drove over the mountain, the sun just beginning to burn off the fog that nestled along the roadside and hushed around the now-turning fall foliage, this came on the radio. And it made me smile.

That million watt smile of his doesn’t hurt any either. Happy Thursday!

Grateful

September 27, 2013September 27, 2013 / still a dreamer / 4 Comments

There are always wonderful things to love about wherever we live. Out my way, in a highly agricultural area, there is fresh produce.

I am so grateful that from the first greening of asparagus in the Spring through apples and pumpkins in the Fall, there is always an abundance of fresh fruits and vegetables available. And even though they are not grown in my part of the state, (fairly) local blueberries and cranberries can be found in season as well. (Did you know that New Jersey is the #1 producer of blueberries in the U.S.? And #3 for cranberries!)

New Jersey has an unfortunate reputation of being like the very small area of smoggy highways and industrial refineries located in the eastern part of he state. But hello! New Jersey is the Garden State, and best known for its seasonal unfolding of tomatoes, corn, apples and everything in between. We are joined by nearby Pennsylvania in offering a true harvest of delicious and healthy foods from early April through late November.

Particularly in Fall, the beauty of apples, squash and pumpkins is a treat for the eye and palate, and an inspiration to cook and bake. Local farmers often have up to 10 varieties of apples daily which change as the trees come into fruit. Their own fresh-pressed cider tastes completely different each week thanks to the blend of apples they include.

To live in an area where I can stop and pick up fresh, locally grown food along any number of routes is indeed a blessing, for which I truly am grateful.

Morning Walk Late September

September 26, 2013 / still a dreamer / 12 Comments

It has been a lovely Fall so far … crisp, sunny days with a light chill at night, not quite cold enough to turn on the heat, but chilly enough to warrant a warm blanket or quilt.

On morning walks the leaves seem to whisper that no matter how green they are now, they soon will be slipping into golds, crimsons and pale, dusky rose.

Pumpkins and mums announce the onset of Fall, and the river glides lazily towards the sea, resplendent surrounded by her last-of-summer greens.

The smile that flickers on baby’s lips when he sleeps — does anyone know where it was born? Yes, there is a rumor that a young pale beam of a crescent moon touched the edge of a vanishing autumn cloud, and there the smile was first born in the dream of a dew-washed morning. ~ Rabindranath Tagore