Scones with a twist and my nose buried in vintage cookbooks.

 It snowed, it snowed it snowed!

I felt like a giddy little girl this morning as quiet snow danced in the air after a month of it’s absence.

Beautiful light filled the kitchen as I headed down in my PJ’s to peak out the front door and inhale fresh cold winter air.

I’ve felt thirsty for snow and a bit of cold for weeks now.

So with the front door wide open I fired up the oven and started baking Saturday brunch scones with a little twist.

There really is nothing quite like scones with some butter to accompany a warm winter soup or alone with a cup of tea.

One of my brothers and his wife recently took a little trip to Ireland and picked up some scone cutters for me. And today was their inauguration party.

On with my polka dotted apron.

Tea kettle filled with water.

and

to work I went with my scone baking.

I feel so inspired by your comments about the word, or words you have decided to focus on this new year.

Thank you for sharing it with me;)

I sat and read through you emails and comments before I started baking these scones and felt excited about all that is in front of us.

It’s in small moments like this that I think I feel the most content.

The kitchen smelled delicious with the promise of warm goods soon to come out of the oven and into my little belly, and year full of possibilities in front of me.

As for the scones, making something from scratch, involving my hands and creating something so delicious in no time, (this recipe takes 10 min to make and 10-15 min to bake) simply makes me happy!

And as I baked I thought about life, and how my life truly has and is a creative journey, a life in the making.

It certainly is no straight path, but I the older I get the more I realize that is what life is all about. The unexpected turns, the curves, the hills, valleys and the long stretch of prairie.

Maybe that’s what I like so much about cookbooks.

There’s seems to be no beginning, no middle and no end, and although the recipes call for a certain amount of this and that, I take those as mere suggestions baking away as I please.

Something I’d like to do more of in my life, to take other peoples advice as mere suggestions and not let their voice drown out my own.

We all have such beautiful and unique voices, and where would we all be if we all had the same voice?

So, I’v decided that having different opinions, in a family, a relationship, between friends or strangers is a healthy dose of diversity. It simply is the way its supposed to be, a world with all the colors of the rainbow.

So as I put batch after batch to bake in the hot oven, I took a moment pausing in the front door, looking through one of my favorite vintage cookbooks that has been passed down from mother to daughter in my family for about 100 years and watched peaceful fluffy snow land on my bike outside.

And as I stood there in the doorway looking at the snow, I was so happy to be. I felt that things are good, right here, right now.

That all we really have to do is say yes please to all you already have.

With an inner voice in training and scones baking in the oven I skipped and hopped back into the kitchen and got ready to clean up before heading out to an early afternoon jazz concert with dear friends;)

Hope you’re having a great weekend!

(recipe with a twist coming up next)