The Big O

An icy wet nose nuzzled my toes awake.

I was aware of 

 a panther’s tail caressing my cheek

the strong muscular arm of my co-star pulling me in close

the ruby light of bright sun through silky drapes

warm bare shoulders

my whole body was liquid with rest

all the birds fluttered, singing

it wasn’t just the crows, who bring wisdom every morning,

but I could hear everyone gathered

the percussive woodpecker rhythms

bluejays, robins, chickadees...

was I dreaming?

was it possible...that Spring was actually here?

She wasn’t just being a tease?

After all, snow was still miles high upon the ground here in the mountains, and the week ahead forecasted more coooolllllld.

And yet...

Ostara.

The ancient pagan tradition of the Vernal Equinox. 

Fertility.  Sowing seeds. Rebirth.

Time to send new creations out into the world.

Awakening after the long Winter's night.

She's stirring, inside me, and everywhere...

Ostara

I sat upright very suddenly.

All I could think was,

“I need a scone.”

Then I sat paralyzed for the next however many minutes fretting.

I didn't have the proper ingredients for a Very Important Ostara Offering. Hmmm...maybe if I race out, I can pick up some calendula flowers...if they have them...oh! maybe I should call..what if my readers are disappointed if I don't have something awesomely, purrfectly Spring-y for them...fret...fret...

Wait. I’m just going to work with what’s here.

I had to set my ritual space before anything could happen.

So I started playing Ella Fitzgerald,  setting the stage for an upbeat, swingy Kitchen Witching...

but that wasn’t happening.

I switched to sultry ragas. 

Oh yes...

yesss...that’s it.

undulating all the constellations of bellydance

I began to feel intense heat, wild cosmic pattens

trance, 

sitar and tabla,

And the spices came out.

The kitchen filled with exotic heat. I began to move...I imagined I was dancing in the desert at sunset feelng the warm sand beneath my feet...

And these happened.

Sultry Spiced Scones

  • 1  C organic garbanzo flour 
  • 3/4 C tapioca flour
  • 2 tsp baking powder
  • 1/2 tsp Baking Soda
  • 1/4 tsp Celtic salt
  • 4 Tbsp coconut oil, chilled
  • 3/4 C unwseetened almond milk
  • 1 Tbsp garam masala
  • 1 Tbsp cinnamon
  • 3-4 droppers liquid stevia
  • pinch of Spanish paprika
  • 1 C chopped apples, fresh or dried
  • 1 C chopped dates
  • 1 Tbsp vanilla

Pre-heat oven to 400 degrees. Sift the dry ingredients (minus spices) together in a large bowl. Add the spices and stir. Now cut in the chilled coconut oil with a pastry cutter or a fork until the mixture is crumbly. 

Add in the vanilla and almond milk, and stir. Drop in the dates and apples. Get in there with your hands to really mix everything together well. If it needs it, add a tablespoon or more of almond milk.

Drop rounded tablespoonfuls of dough onto a lightly olive oiled cookie sheet. You can make either six large ones or about ten small. (These are best straight from the oven, so I would go for the larger ones. You can re-heat the next day, but it's not quite as orgasmic.)

I used dried apples here, because I had fed the last of the fresh ones to my goat friend, who lives down the lane.

The scent filling the kitchen was so heady, I couldn't wait for them to cool...

I bit in.

Ohh...

The flavor at first was subtle, warm...a beautiful light, airy treasure cloaked inside a crispy shell of buttery, sensuous coconut oil.

Then the heat and the layers kick in.

And My Darlings, these are seriously heaven.

I ate a second one in sheer delight, this time with a cup of pau d’arco tea, though I wanted something vanilla-y. I haven’t been stocking much tea latley as I am working on my own brews...

(Hint, hint...more to come soon!)

So here they are: mouth-teasing delights that were born of sitar and passion.

Bake them. Devour them. Enjoy every bite.

Then, get over here and nibble on me.

xxx Alise

 

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