We’re in the throws of winter here in the Midwest – although we managed to dodge big blizzard, ‘Jonas’, of 2016 and for that I am grateful (I mean seriously, 40-inches of snow in 24 hours?!!). However, there is something to be said about being snowbound while the white stuff tumbles furiously from the sky – it can be magical. But when you live in the country like we do, there is always the fear and trepidation of loss of power that usually accompanies said blizzard.
It’s been a great summer here at the Smith Bites Homestead; it is the first summer where The Professor didn’t teach during the break and we’ve had more than eight weeks to dig in our garden, work on our home and just simple be – sleep late, stay up late, read books, have friends over, bake, grill, eat and repeat. It has been glorious and was exactly what I needed to fill my soul.
Did we even have November??? I know I’ve said this a lot lately but, dang, people – did someone put earth and it’s calendar on the spin cycle of a washing machine and walk away???
Gluten-free Blueberry Scone – it’s absolutely possible to make a buttery, flaky gf scone that tastes like it came from a great bakery – video post coming soon!
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Musical pairing – Brighter Than the Sun by Colbie Caillat
I promised you scones this week and I’m here to deliver with not only white chocolate but I’m also topping these with a Meyer lemon curd . . . you’re quite welcome!
Musical pairing – Angel by Sarah McLachlan
This is one of those posts I’m both happy and sad about writing; happy, grateful and blessed to be able to help out a friend and yet sad at the circumstances under which this guest post is happening. I met Monet several months ago when she left a comment on one of my posts – something along the lines of how beautiful our photography is, that she loved the recipe, etc. So I headed over here discovered a lovely blog filled with fictional stories as well as stories about her family . . . oh yes, and I also found glorious baked goods . . .