Monthly Archives: July 2013

07/23/13

Blueberry Patch + Buttermilk Breakfast Cake

The blueberries are in!

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I love being able to walk out the back door and grab a handful of these bad boys. This is truly what summer is made of.

When the blueberries are fresh, we get creative to use them all up! Muffins, Crumb Cake, Pancakes, Cobblers, Salads, Sauces, Sorbets, Smoothies… we have blueberries coming out our ears! But, this Buttermilk Breakfast Bake is one of my favorite uses for summer’s bluest and truest bounty. It can be whipped up in a matter of minutes, bakes for 30+ minutes, cools down a bit, and you have a simple and delicious breakfast for your family in under an hour! Can’t beat that!

 

Buttermilk Blueberry Breakfast Bake

–an absolutely gorgeous baked coffee cake perfect for Saturday and Sunday mornings this summer —

(Serves 6-8)

  • ½ cup unsalted butter, room temperature
  • 2 tsp. lemon zest or more — zest from 1 large lemon
  • 7/8 cup* + 1 tablespoon sugar**
  • 1 egg, room temperature
  • 1 tsp. vanilla
  • 2 cups flour (set aside 1/4 cup of this to toss with the blueberries)
  • 2 tsp. baking powder
  • 1 tsp. kosher salt
  • 2 cups fresh blueberries
  • ½ cup buttermilk

A few notes…

*7/8 cup = 3/4 cup + 2 tablespoons

** This 1 tablespoon is for sprinkling on top

Directions:

1. Preheat the oven to 350ºF. Cream butter with lemon zest and 7/8 cup of the sugar until light and fluffy.

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I love the flavors of lemon and blueberry together. In fact, I add lemon zest to my blueberry muffins too… even if it doesn’t call for it. They were made for each other. It’s the sweet and the sour I think.

2. Add the egg and vanilla and beat until combined. Meanwhile, toss the blueberries with ¼ cup of flour, then whisk together the remaining flour, baking powder and salt.

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3. Add the flour mixture to the batter a little at a time, alternating with the buttermilk. Fold in the blueberries.

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4. Grease an 8 or 9-inch square baking pan (or something similar) with butter or coat with non-stick spray. Spread batter into pan. Sprinkle batter with remaining tablespoon of sugar.

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5. Bake for 35 to 45 minutes. Check with a toothpick for doneness. If necessary, return pan to oven for a couple of more minutes.  Let cool at least 10-15 minutes before serving for best results.

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I love the cispy crust the sugar gives and the inside remains soft, fluffy, and incredibly light. Best of both worlds.

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Absolutely delicious with a big, hot and steaming mug of tea or coffee.

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Mmmmmmm……..

 

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07/20/13

Do Not

Do not be anxious for anything…”

 Hmmmm.

You know, you may as well ask me to grow a 2nd nose.

I struggle with anxiety, anxious thoughts, worrying, thinking too far ahead, concentrating on things outside of my realm of control, and wondering about things outside my circle of influence. It’s not rational. It’s not healthy. And, most importantly, it’s not biblical.

“Humble yourselves, therefore, under God’s mighty hand, that he may lift you up in due time. Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you”

–1 Peter 5:6-7

“Then Jesus said to his disciples: ‘Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat; or about your body, what you will wear. Life is more than food, and the body more than clothes. Consider the ravens: They do not sow or reap, they have no storeroom or barn; yet God feeds them. And how much more valuable you are than birds! Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life? Since you cannot do this very little thing, why do you worry about the rest?’”

–Luke 12:22-26

“And my God will meet all your needs according to his glorious riches in Christ Jesus.”

— Philippians 4:19

And then this one. This one hit me sideways.

“An anxious heart weighs a man down…”

— Proverbs 12:25a

I don’t want to be weighed down.

I don’t want to be untrusting.

I don’t want to be worrisome, occupied, afraid, or uneasy.

Who wants to live that way? That is not the abundant life that He promises to give His children. He promises to meet all my needs. Tells me not to fret over what I will eat, wear, do, go.

My heart is troubled right now over the health of my sweet Nana. Nana has Parkinsons and Alzheimers and each day is more of a chore for her than a joy. It is truly heartbreaking to watch my once vivacious, fun-loving, independent, shopt-til-you-drop grandmother be stripped of everything that made her so wonderful. Everything that made her my Nana, my mom’s Mama, and my Dat Dat’s precious wife and companion.

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This picture was taken Christmas 2011 and it was the last time I can remember Nana standing, still talking, laughing, smiling. What a sweet Christmas it was and we didn’t even realize it at the time. I hold these memories close.

I struggle with watching her suffer, watching her be diminished. I question. I worry. I pray. I worry some more. I doubt. But ultimately, I want to arrive at a place of total and complete trust; a place of peace and a place of refuge from worry and doubt that haunts me.

In truth, I don’t know how to get there. I know the road there is rocky and narrow and that few find it, but it is only through Him and in Him. I also know that I will never receive if I don’t first ask.

Father, help me to be the “Do not” kind of girl I know you created me to be. Help me to put my total trust, full mustard seed style faith, and my whole being into your hands. When I worry, remind me to remind myself of truth. Remind me to talk to you. Remind me to cast off doubt and lay that at your feet. Remind me that tomorrow’s troubles are ahead of me and should not and will not plague me today.

Father, I ask that you be with Nana. Comfort her, surround her in your love, help her body be still and quiet, and walk with her through each day. Walk with us each day as we care for her, Lord. The days are long and the burden feels so heavy. Give us a spirit of service, understanding, and a countenance of love one to another. Give us opportunities to help, lift-up, and encourage each other.

Father, thank you for family. Thank you that we are your family, adopted in. May we never lose sight of that. Amen.

 

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