Archive | December 10, 2014

Yuletide cookie time – Twin nut wonders

Twin Nut Wonders

½ cup butter
1 cup ground almonds
3 Tbsp powdered sugar
1 cup sifted flour
1 sq /oz of semi sweet chocolate
Finely chopped pistachios

Cream butter with sugar in bowl by hand or with mixer
Gradually sift in flour blending well
Stir in the ground almonds
Chill one hour or until the dough is firm enough to handle
Form tablespoons of dough into 2 inch fingers by rolling lightly on pastry cloth or board.
No flour needed
Cut in half lengthwise
Place cut side down on greased or foiled cookie sheet
Bake at 325 (slow oven) 15 minutes or until pale golden brown.  Carefully remove with spatula.   Cool on wire rack.
Melt chocolate in metal cup over hot water
Remove from heat
Dip end of cookie into the melted chocolates and then dip in the chopped pistachios
Put on waxed paper until chocolate has set.
Makes 3 dozen

Another old recipe from before calibrated ovens. I remember making these before pistachios were grown in the US, when they still came from Iran dyed with bright red dye or covered in a white coating of salt. I used to end up with bright red fingers from shelling the pistachios and sneaking them to eat because I loved them so much. Used to suck the salt off the shells too of the white ones if Mom didn’t catch me. Now I’m allergic to almonds so I could probably only eat one before it caught up to me but these are really good and one of my sister’s favourites.

BunniHoTep and the Farmer – a story for Yule

Once upon a time there was a farmer who used to visit BunniHotep’s Temple. She always brought the best carrots and the most succulent lettuce. She came about once a week during the harvest season and BunniHoTep was most grateful to her.
Every time she came to the Temple she had the same prayer. “Dear BunniHoTep, please make me rich beyond my wildest dreams.” Now this became upsetting to BunniHotep. It was the same prayer over and over and BunniHotep thought she had been doing a pretty good job for this farmer. She didn’t understand why she kept praying the same prayer over and over and even a Goddess can get annoyed after awhile.
So the next time the young farmer came to the Temple BunniHotep heard her prayer and went out to talk to the young farmer. “Farmer! I will make you rich but you have to promise me you will stop praying that prayer!”
The young farmer nodded her head eagerly, “Oh Great BunniHotep! What should I do? I would not displease you and I always bring you the best of my crops.”
“Well,” said BunniHoTep, “First, you can stop calling me Great BunniHoTep, I’m not great in the way you mean. And second, please don’t bring me the best of your crops just to try and make me help you. If your heart is pure I will always help if I can.”
“I want you to wait until the birth star of Isis is in the sky, the one some call the Dog Star and say this rhyme and if you do as I say the next morning you will have riches beyond your wildest dreams”. And she whispered the charm into the farmer’s ear.
The farmer went home and waited for the Dog Star to appear and she said the charm, “Star bright, Star light,
First star I see tonight,
I wish I may,
I wish I might,
Have my dreams come true.” And the farmer went to bed trusting that her prayer had been answered and it was.
The next morning the farmer went out and all over her fields was a lovely deep coating of Nile mud as far as she could see. Now the farmer was very disappointed. She had asked for riches and she had gotten mud, just mud. So the farmer angrily ran to the Temple and ran to the first Priestess she saw and demanded to see BunniHotep.
BunniHotep came out and greeted the farmer, “Did you like my gift?” The farmer yelled at BunniHotep, “Gift, what gift? You gave me mud! Mud isn’t a gift!”
BunniHoTep was a bit angry now, she thought she’d count carrots to herself for a moment and then she spoke, “ I gave you exactly what you asked for, I gave you riches beyond your wildest dreams. Lovely, beautiful, dark brown mud is what gives we who live along the Nile life. It feeds us everyday so that we may never be hungry. It sustains the people we love with nourishment. It is the gift we get every time Isis has a birthday. I gave you the gift of life. I’m sorry, I thought this was a gift of great riches.”
The farmer sat down on the steps with a thump. “Oh!” She said. “I thought you were making fun of a poor farmer!”
BunniHotep smiled, “Sometimes we have to look at what we find in different ways to see the gift.”
And the farmer sat for awhile and thought. The work of the Temple went on around her and pretty soon she got up and walked slowly to her fields and just looked at them. And then she started to work with a smile on her face.

Today’s reading

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  Respect
Nine of Wands

When nearing the heart of a sacred quest, motivation and integrity of human desires are challenged. Ancient wisdom demands the seeker be humble and forgiving.

Approach a sacred place or a sensitive person with consideration and honour. Respect the need for privacy.

Ensure your own boundaries are protected, respect the value of your own space.