2 Hot Cross Bun Recipes

Growing up, we always had hot cross buns and scrambled eggs on Good Friday for supper, before going to a Good Friday service. Mom saved some for Easter morning (when we'd eat our colored eggs). I have heard that a lot of hot cross bun recipes are really dry, but not my Mom's! :) My sisters and I used to sell them at a local farmer's market, along with chocolate chip cookies. We called ourselves "Little Women" (because there were four of us girls), and when I really wanted to get a Pleasant Company doll (now American Girl), Mom had me save up for Samantha myself with the Farmer's Market money. Good times. :) Anyway, my husband loves the little women hot cross buns so much that we eat them all year.

The other recipe is from a good friend and amazing cook, Kate Nieuwsma. She made these last year, and although I haven't had them yet, I have heard from many people that they are to DIE for. So we got together this week and baked up a big batch. I have been waiting all year to try them - looking forward to dinner tonight! 

LITTLE WOMEN HOT CROSS BUNS

for bread machine (these can be done by hand as well, of course)

Add these ingredients, in the order given, to your bread machine pan:

3/4 cup milk

1/2 cup veg. oil

3 eggs (separate one egg; use yolk, save white for frosting)

4 cups flour

1/3 cup sugar

1 tsp. salt

1 tsp cinnamon

1 Tbls. yeast

Put in bread machine and set on dough cycle.  Add 2/3 cups currants at beep (or raisins – or throw in apple pieces and nuts, too).  Shape into buns and cut a shallow X in the top of each bun.  Let rise 40 minutes.  Bake at 375* for 12-15 minutes.  Let cool.  Then frost in the cross with frosting or pipe icing.

Frosting: 1/2 cup powdered sugar

              1 egg white (saved from dough)

              1/4 tsp vanilla

HOT CROSS BUNS 

(My Grandma typed this up, and I added in my own comments as well.)

Kate Nieuwsma made delicious Hot Cross Buns for Easter Sunday breakfast, April 2010.  She said that she usually makes them for her church congregation back home in Texas.  Here's her recipe.  It makes 2 1/2  to 3   9x13 pans full of buns. (You can also bake them on cookie sheets if you want to separate them into separate batches, etc.)  You'll probably want to cut the recipe by halves or quarters unless you are making them for a lot of people or want to freeze some for another meal.

In a medium sauce pan, combine:

    1 cup cornmeal

    2 cups milk  (soy milk may be substituted)

    2 teaspoons salt

    1  1/2 cup sugar

Mix until there are no more lumps.

Cut up 1/2 cup (1 cube) of butter or margarine into the mixture, then turn the heat on medium high.

Stir until it comes to a boil.  boil until thick like pudding.

Let cool about 30 minutes.  Make sure it is still slightly warm, though.

Meanwhile, proof 1 1/2 tablespoons yeast in 1 cup warm water with a sprinkle of sugar.

When the cornmeal mixture has cooled to lukewarm, add 3 eggs and beat well.

Pour yeast mixture and cornmeal mixture into a large mixing bowl. Add enough flour to make a soft dough (about 6 to 8 cups) and mix with a large spoon until mixture pulls together. Turn out onto a heavily floured board.  Knead for 2 minutes, adding more flour as necessary. (I sprinkle the kneading flour with cinnamon or pumpkin pie spice.)

Add 3/4 cup of currants or raisins that have been soaked in the juice of

1 orange.  Add the orange zest if you want. Add enough more flour to keep the dough from sticking to the board.  Knead 2 more minutes.

Return dough to greased bowl and let rise in a warm place for an hour.

Divide dough into golf ball sized rolls, and place in greased 9"x13" pans.

Cut crosses in the top with kitchen shears, razor, or very sharp knife. 

Let rise for 35-40 more minutes.   Brush with mixture of egg yolk and water.

Bake at 425 degrees F. for 20 minutes, brushing halfway through with the

egg yolk mixture.   Remove from oven and let cool.

FROSTING:

Melt 1/4 cup butter or margarine

Add 1 cup confectioners (powdered) sugar and mix until smooth.

Add the juice of 1 orange.  Add more powdered sugar to make a thin frosting.  Mix until smooth.

Pipe the frosting onto the crosses in the top of the buns.   Serve warm.     Enjoy! 

MAKE-AHEAD NOTE:  If the buns are made ahead of time, do not frost until after they are warmed. The dough can be made the night before and shaped into rolls, covered, and kept in the refrigerator until the next morning (they will rise slowly overnight and then you can bake them). Or you can make them in advance and freeze them; if you want to eat them in the morning, put them in the fridge the night before to thaw (or, if you’re having them for dinner, you can even just get them out at noon and let them thaw on the counter). Warm up in a covered pan at 350* and then frost.

Thoughts on Excellence

Excellent. Distinct. Noble. Superior.

These words put a glint in my eye. I want to be an excellent woman. I want to be a noble wife. I want to be a distinguished daughter of the King.

Today, I found myself feeling very superior to a couple of fellows in my weight training class who spent the entire time trying to slack off. They rested for several seconds between repetitions and constantly glanced at the coach to see if he noticed that they weren’t working. Not me. I’m an ambitious weight-training Amazon who would bench press 200lbs if my body permitted. (I like to think that I bench-press that much in spirit with the amount of zeal it takes me to lift my measly 75-80lbs.) I left class feeling smug and pondering about the drive that makes me want to excel. I vaguely connect it to the charge in Colossians 3:23:

Whatever you do, work heartily, as for the Lord and not for men, 24knowing that from the Lord you will receive the inheritance as your reward. You are serving the Lord Christ.

Growing up, I was taught to work hard because God is watching and working hard glorifies Him. (The historic “Protestant work-ethic”, if you will…) As Christians, the way we work is unique and sets us apart from the world.

Do everything without grumbling or arguing, so that you may become blameless and pure, “children of God without fault in a warped and crooked generation.” Then you will shine among them like stars in the sky as you hold firmly to the word of life. -Philippians 2:14-16

How often do you come into work only to hear the grumbles from your coworkers? Every little inconvenience, every unkind thought is accentuated and rankles like a thorn scratching through a garment. “Oh…I so don’t want to be here…I can't believe that she...” “Why do they make us do it this way?” “This is so pointless…”

Working hard, without complaining or second-guessing God’s good plan is what makes us shine. As CEOs (and janitors!) it’s not just that we DO the work of our households…it’s that we do it joyfully, knowing that God has given it to us. Yes, even menial jobs like laundry and dishes should elicit thankful hearts.
(I say “should” because I see the thanksgiving in theory: “ie: God has given me clothes and even a washer and a dryer for my convenience…I live in an age and country where I don’t have to put my hands in a boiling pot of lye to have clean, pest-free garments…” but, I don’t always feel a deep sense of thanksgiving at the prospect of tackling my never-ending pile of laundry.)

Okay. But laundry aside…what I wanted to say is that I missed the most important part of these passages in my self-satisfied muse this morning. I was rereading them this evening and discovered that all of these images of greatness and excellence of shining like stars and having the rewards of being God’s children are surrounded with commands to be humble.

So...we're supposed to be great. But humble about our greatness. As my husband would say: "Buhwaa?"

Philippians 2 begins with an exhortation to put on the humility of Christ as we interact with each other.

So, if there is any encouragement in Christ, any comfort from love, any participation in the Spirit, any affection and sympathy, complete my joy by being of the same mind, having the same love, being in full accord and of one mind. Do nothing from rivalry or conceit, but in humility count others more significant than yourselves. Let each of you look not only to his own interests, but also to the interests of others. Have this mind among yourselves, which is yours in Christ Jesus…

Wow. Thanks Paul. That’s an ego buster for Ms. MuddledMuse right there. If I really want to excel for Christ and not for myself, I have to get rid of my personal, competitive measuring sticks. Working for the Lord means looking to Him for approval – not looking to the side to see how you think you measure up.

It reminds me of The Horse and His Boy when Aslan reminds both Shasta and Aravis that they are not told the stories of others – they only need to concern themselves with their personal response and relationship to Aslan. Or, alternatively, when Christ silences Peter when he questions the fate of John (John 21:20-22): “What is that to you? You must follow me.”

Today, I felt smug because I was comparing myself to the other students I thought were slacking off. But what is that to me? I am called to glorify God by working cheerfully without comparing my efforts to others. I don’t know their stories or their hearts. But God does, and that should be enough. (Alternately, what do I care about how often someone else gets their laundry done…or how clean their kitchen is…? If the state of my kitchen and pile of laundry is glorifying God…then that is enough. BTW…now that I think of it…neither are particularly glorifying right now! Eeeek.)

Comparisons inevitably lead to rivalry which disrupts peace and charity. Pride is the antithesis of Love which is the foundation for the fruits of the spirit.

Colossians 3:12-15 shows how the spirit enables us to have cheerful and willing attitudes to do the work of the Lord, for the Lord.

Put on then, as God’s chosen ones, holy and beloved, compassionate hearts, kindness, humility, meekness, and patience, bearing with one another and, if one has a complaint against another, forgiving each other; as the Lord has forgiven you, so you also must forgive. And above all these put on love, which binds everything together in perfect harmony. And let the peace of Christ rule in your hearts, to which indeed you were called in one body. And be thankful.

Charity covers so much—when we are working our hardest to glorify God without comparing ourselves to others, we can sympathize and help each other so much more. I know my pile(s) of dishes and laundry don’t measure up– how can I judge your pile(s)? I don't know what He has put on your plate this week...or what other work he might be calling you to. The knowledge that we are imperfect, and yet loved by a perfect Lord, leads to acceptance and strength—not apathy. That’s the mystery of being excellent and yet humble. Noble, yet meek.

Lemon Sponge Pudding

I had posted this over on my own blog, but the recipe was just too good to not share here as well.

Blame it on pregnancy or my general lemon-love issue, but for some reason tonight I was struck with a desire to find a lemon pudding recipe.  I stumbled across a lemon sponge pudding recipe and, after thinking about it for all of about 2 seconds, I rushed downstairs to get started.

Lemon Sponge Pudding

• 2/3 cup sugar
• 1 tablespoon and 1 teaspoon all-purpose flour
• 2/3 cup milk
• 1/4 cup lemon juice
• 2 teaspoons lemon peel (optional)
• 2 egg, separated
• Powdered sugar

Preheat oven to 325 degrees.  In a bowl, combine sugar and flour then stir in milk, lemon juice and peel (I omitted).  Beat egg yolks; add to lemon mixture. In a separate bowl, beat egg whites until stiff peaks form and carefully fold into lemon mixture. Place four ungreased 6-oz. custard cups in two 8-in. square baking pans. Divide lemon mixture between the cups.

 

Pour hot water into pan to a depth of 1 in.  Be careful taking these in and out of the oven once the pans are filled with hot water.  Bake, uncovered, at 325 degrees F for 35-40 minutes or until a knife inserted near the center comes out clean.

Promptly remove from water!  Dust with confectioners' sugar. Serve immediately.

These were amazing and I will definitely be making them again and adding them to my "For Company" recipe list.  The top was a lightly crispy meringue with a soft sponge layer below that and finally a bursting-with-lemon pudding on the bottom.  I added a little extra lemon juice to mine, but in retrospect I should have added a little extra flour because the pudding portion was a tad runny.  As far as presentation, if I had the ingredients on hand, I would absolutely top these with two raspberries and a mint leaf.  I'm glad I made four ramekins because Mr. Glass would have been eating his alone tonight if I had only made two.  They were such a beautiful soft buttery yellow when I pulled them out of the oven that I decided to go ahead and indulge.  I put the other three in the fridge for later tonight when Mr. Glass gets home.

Source: Recipe adapted from Allrecipes.com

Another way with po-ta-toes

Some of you might already know this trick, but I'm posting it because it worked out far better than I expected last night. I had some left-over baked potatoes that were getting old and needed to be used up.

Gnocchi

Use left-over mashed potato, or scoop out the insides of baked potatoes and mix them with 1 egg and enough plain flour to make a soft dough (roughly 1 cup flour to 1 1/2 cups potato?.) I'd suggest using a hand blender to get the mixing started because its easier. I put the egg into the potato first and then gradually added flour, letting the blender do the hard work.

Turn the dough out on a floury surface and give it a couple of turns. Don't worry if it's a little sticky. Then you roll the dough out into about 1/2 inch- 1 inch balls / oblongs/ whatever. I like to roll each shape into a little more flour to stop it sticking. Try semolina flour if you want to be a bit fancier.

All of this took about 10 minutes for me. Then I put it into the fridge until I was ready to make dinner. This helps it set, but I don't think it's absolutely neccesary if your family's starving right then.

Put the gnocchi in a big pot of boiling, salted water as if you were making spaghetti. Make sure the dough balls have room to float to the surface. They generally take between 3-5 minutes to cook. I like serving them with spaghetti sauce and parmesan cheese, but I think a garlic + butter or cheese sauce would work too.

Creative, cheap and a nice way to use up left-overs! I was really surprised how well they turned out.

Late Nights

 4 a.m. Muffin Baking

It's 4 a.m., and I'm sitting here on the sofa cuddled in hubby's sweatshirt, having just pulled blueberry muffins out of the oven since I can't seem to sleep.  Part of that has to do with our ridiculous schedule which is usually a night schedule but includes 3 days a month of normal day hours, and this would be one of those "normal" days.  Mr. Glass works full time and is also in school full time, pursuing an Executive MBA.  He amazes me continually!!  In an effort to support him, I am determined to keep the exact hours he does, to be there at the door no matter what time he gets home, to crawl in bed next to him, and to see him off every "morning." Technically, I should be in bed now but my poor pregnant body is confused and certainly doesn't adapt to rapid schedule switching as quickly as my pre-baby state.  Sometimes he isn't even home from work at 4 a.m., and we have pretty much one day to switch between a work night and a class day when they roll around.  On class Saturdays he gets up at 6am, goes to class until 5pm, and then heads straight into work, where he doesn't get off until 6am.  Again, he amazes me.  Thank goodness those 3 days of classes are only once a month!!!  He's been encouraging me to just sleep whenever I can, but I know how much it means to him that I'm up when he's up.

The other reason I can't sleep is that growing little boy in my tummy!  He's been wreaking havoc on my back and ribs, making it utterly impossible for me to find a comfortable position.  The past few nights the only way to take the edge off the discomfort enough to doze off has been to sleep in a semi-reclined sitting up position.  Dexter, our oldest (terminally ill) cat and the only one, due to his illness, with an all-access pass into the bedroom which we keep closed off to the other cats, has been so sweet to me at night.  He sleeps up on my chest in my arms with his head tucked under my chin.  When I get up in the middle of the night, as all pregnant women are prone to do, he goes out of the bedroom with me, sits and waits in the hall until I'm headed back to the bedroom, and snuggles himself in next to me as soon as I get settled.  Without fail.   He's pulled me back from the verge of tears many uncomfortable nights, and it is a true blessing from God that he is still around for me during this time given his kidney failure.  I'm (only) 27 weeks and have resigned myself to this discomfort through the end, but I must confess I'm nervous as to how much worse it could possibly get.

As for why I'm on here right now, it is to say thank you.  Thank you, Lord, for blessing me with a husband who works so hard for our family, navigates such a stressful schedule without complaining, somehow manages to find time to always be there for me, and trusts in You through all the garbage he endures at work.   Thank you for his job, as much as I struggle with why You are allowing him to suffer there, because You provide us with shelter and money for bills through this job, we have insurance, and because I firmly believe You are preparing Mr. Glass for something greater through these experiences.  Thank you for making the path to and through school clear, and for the opportunities You have waiting for Mr. Glass on the other side of school.  Thank you also, Lord, for Dexter.  It is abundantly clear to me that Your hand is extending his life, and I am grateful every day that You have allowed him to be there for me during my pregnancy.  And thank you, Lord, for giving me the opportunity to sacrifice my body and own personal comfort for this little life who is kicking me in all sorts of places.  Thank you for the pain in my back and my ribs because I know it is part of how You have perfectly designed my body to adjust and accommodate my son.   Thank you for the swift now-uncomfortable kicks he's been busy performing, because I know he is growing and healthy and strong. 

Thank you, Father, for all of these uncomfortable blessings.

When I'm 64

Two ladies came into a posh young club on George Street last week in the early afternoon. They were perfectly lady-like and dressed very smartly -- heels, pencil skirts, silk scarves, tailored jackets, gloves. And they were about 70 years old.

When they'd settled at the counter, the bar-keep offered them a lunch menu.

'Oh no dear' said one lady, graciously inclining her hand, 'We've luncheoned already.

'We're just here for our gin and tonics.'

Not Alone

Being CEO can be overwhelming. The past few mornings, I’ve climbed back in bed for about 10 minutes just to pull the covers over my head and block out some of the worries that seem to shadow me. Bills, job applications, appointments, commitments, housework, laundry…etc, etc.

This morning, after getting out of bed for the second time, I headed downstairs and opened up my Bible for the first time this week. (Is there a correlation between not studying the word and my nagging spector of worry? Probably.) I tried to read over my little study passage…but it was on Hebrews 12 about God disciplining his children. (“Please don’t discipline me right now, Lord…I feel so burdened already!”) So, I let the Bible fall in half to the middle of the Psalms and I came across the Ascent Songs.

Psalm 127
1 Unless the LORD builds the house,
the builders labor in vain.
Unless the LORD watches over the city,
the guards stand watch in vain.
2 In vain you rise early
and stay up late,
toiling for food to eat—
for he grants sleep to[a] those he loves.

I can do nothing without God’s support and guidance. I cannot will myself success or prosperity. I cannot provide food, keep the house clean, get the bills paid on time, or make my garden grow all on my own. I cannot even will myself to sleep. (How many of us have tried to do that on sleepless nights?) It is a gift from God.

But if I am powerless, He is powerful. He will direct my path so that I can make wise decisions. (Proverbs 31:16) He is my strength so that I can scrub the floors and get to work on time. (Proverbs 31:17) He is my provider so that we have what we need to pay the bills...and more besides. (Proverbs 31:20) He is the guardian of my way. (Proverbs 31:25 If God is for me, who can be against me? If God is watching over me, what disaster can I fear?

So, I’m erasing that TO DO list for tomorrow and focusing on my tasks today.

Dear Heavenly Father,
Thank you for your steadfast love and for giving us what we cannot give ourselves. For being tender with your children and acting always out of love for us. Even when you discipline us, you bind up our sorrows, you take on our burdens, and you draw us near through Christ our Lord.

Balance

I'm actually blogging -- shocking, but true! I gave up on my xanga account about 4 years ago, but when Muddled Muse asked me to join in here, I decided to have a go. My alias is Woman with Balance, inspired by one of my favorite Vermeer paintings, but also appropriate to the content of this forum.





A couple of things I love about this painting: First, how serene and real she is. I love how the light washes over her face and how her hands look so delicate. But she doesn't seem to be a push-over. Her calmness makes it harder for people to ruffle or bully her. And I'll bet those graceful hands have done their share of dishes. Unlike ethereal paintings of the Virgin Mary and ancient Greek goddesses you often see in galleries, this woman lives in the real world.


Her pearls are scattered on the desk in front of her and there's a mirror under the window, but the scales are empty. I wonder if she's had to decide to sell some of her jewelry to pay for the baby that's on the way. Maybe she had just tried on her favorite necklace for the last time. Maybe she's idly playing with the scales and thinking.


What she's thinking might be visually represented by the painting, like a 'speech bubble', above her head. It's hard to see in the link, but it's a painting of the final judgement. I like the reminder that as easy as it is to be caught up in everyday affairs and worries, ultimately we should weigh everything in light of the eternity that is to come. At 25 it's easy to forget that our seemingly never-ending juggling act of work, family, chores, social engagements, etc. will actually end one day.


This painting represents to me the reality that we're in the world but not of it. The scales are a delicate balance of secular activities carried out with a spiritual worldview. Like the tranforming and glowing light of a Vermeer painting, our sure and certain hope of eternity infuses our mundane tasks with everlasting significance. Sounds crazy, but thank you Lord for the opportunity to do my chores today. I'm your woman, and you give me balance.

Garden Thoughts

The weather is turning toward spring with the promise of fresh flowers and warm, windy summer mornings. Ben worked hard to get our roto-tiller fixed in time to ‘plow’ the garden, but the weather outpaced us. We ended up turning it over by hand so that we could start planting the cool weather vegetables. The last two weekends we’ve planted potatoes, garlic, onions, carrots, and two kinds of lettuce. I love working in the garden – it is a state of being surrounded with good things. I feel the worn wooden handles of the shovel and hoe turning the firm soil into soft, loamy ground. I hear the birds calling to each other – sometimes a hawk cry pierces the air – I enjoy the sharp ‘shnick’ of the shovel slicing the hard dirt. Spring has an earthy perfume – wholesome and potent with the promise of rain and sunshine.

Of course, some of the best thinking can be done while gardening. The simple toil lends itself to musing. Gardening always makes me think of Laura Ingalls Wilder. I planted carrots on Sunday and thought of Alice having to push her hoops back to drop the tiny carrot seeds in the hole she dug with her big toe. I thought about the vegetable garden that the Ingalls had to leave on the Prairie in Indian Country and Pa trying to joke about the rabbit feast. I think about the vicious blackbirds that ate the corn in Little Town in the Prairie and how Ma made a ‘chicken pie’ out the ones Pa shot.

I admire the self-reliance of the characters in those books. They worked hard and lived hard, but found joy in it. They rose to meet their challenges--they had to in order to survive. “Success is a habit,” Pa said to Laura as she prepared to teach her first school term. I remind myself of that often. It’s unapologetic – it makes no distinction between socio-economic status, gender, or ability. Success is measured by your individual initiative, creativity, and hard work. It reminds me of other favorite quote: “The necessary is always possible.”

Laura was a remarkable woman. She was born in 1867 (two years after the Civil War ended) and she died at the ripe old age of 90 in 1957. She lived through the Industrial Revolution, WWI, the roaring twenties, the great depression, and WWII. When she was born, Andrew Johnson was president – when she died, Dwight Eisenhower was in office. She only missed Lincoln and JFK by a couple of years.

She saw the innovation of barbed wire, the telephone, the carpet sweeper, the Edison phonograph, toilet paper, fountain pen, escalators, zippers, Cinematographe, bicycles, the car, Zepplins, Teddy Bears, Airplanes, radios, teabags, helicopters, hand-cranked and motorized motion picture cameras, toasters, band-aids, penicillin, scotch tape, jet engines, drive-in movie theaters, radar, color TV, microscopes, silly putty, the atomic bomb, microwave ovens, credit cards and superglue.

As a fiercely independent woman, you might have thought that she would be a raging feminist of Susan B Anthony acclaim…but she actually looked down on the movement. (Which is why she is has not been canonized by the feminist orthodoxy.) The movement toward industrialization and urbanization was the trend that reduced women to their ‘trophy wife’ status at the turn of the century and caused affluent, urban women to demand equal rights to work and vote.

As a farmer’s wife, Laura Wilder considered herself free and independent to work hard and be an equal member in running the farm. She and Almanzo had a private competition to see whose livestock would draw the larger profit. Almanzo raised the large livestock and Laura kept him on his toes by running a substantial chicken farm. She took pride in her work and her status as her husband's support.

I’ll have to dig up the book I found of her later writings – mostly articles published in newspapers and private letters. It’s like talking with a wise, old aunt. I especially enjoy her thoughts on marriage. She and Almanzo had a difficult life, but they were a team – equal partners with different responsibilities. I often think about her when driving to work in the mornings. Although I’m in the working world, I consider my role as a wife to be very similar. Ben and I are both working toward building a secure home for our future family. We’re equal members of the same ‘team’ working toward the same goals.

‘Equal but different’ doesn’t have a very popular ring to it in our current society – it recalls the segregationist slogans of the Jim Crow era. However, in a marriage, there is true harmony in being ‘separate but equal.’ But…maybe more on that in another post.

“Equal but Different” – Anyone else want to weigh in? Or am I rushing in where angels fear to tread?

Here We Go!

When Muddled Muse first approached me about participating in this blog, I was simultaneously excited and apprehensive.  I feel like I barely do a decent job keeping up with my own blog, and that's with my life in it's current seemingly calm state.  What in the world is it going to be like in July when Baby comes?!  But excitement won out, and I'm here to say I'll do the best I can to be diligent and post regularly.  It isn't my aim to sit down and punch out a complex and profound post on Christian issues, womanhood, becoming a mother, or being a Godly wife, although these themes will most definitely be present at some point in my posts, but rather to share with you an unfettered, simple, and honest glimpse into some of my thoughts, tasks, frustrations, and joys.  This may or may not include a diatribe against the laundry.


More to come....  :)