Them’s the breaks.

The Spanish Cup
Tansy from the lower garden, seckel pears from the tree in the dooryard and the Spanish china from Aunt Dorothy.
Them’s the breaks.

The Spanish Cup
Tansy from the lower garden, seckel pears from the tree in the dooryard and the Spanish china from Aunt Dorothy.

Stonington Dock, July
We have 10″ of new snow, heavy and wet and bending the spruce tree branches to the ground. This drawing is from a hot late summer afternoon in Stonington harbor that smelled like seaweed and motor oil and gave me a sunburn right through my SPF50 and a straw hat. Welcome to Maine. . .
Bar Harbor streets are old and narrow – even more so when the ice and snow build up along the edges. Some houses can only be seen from straight on, so I have an entire series from “across the street”.
The “minimal” amount of snow predicted is piling up outside, canceling the kids’ plans for ballroom dance class. Instead, we’ll have a new work post: “Maple Ave., The Green House”, 16″ x 20″, pastel on Ampersand Pastelbord.

New work, February 2009

Yum.
Tonight we’ll have a central Asian rice stew (because I have everything on hand, including two cups of cooked rice from last night’s curry), with Poverty Cake for dessert. Poverty Cake was a staple of my mother’s family during The War and was too good to let go when times got just marginally better in the fifties and sixties. I remember this cake sitting on the counter at the house on Tunxis Avenue, the dark brown of the cake showing through the brilliant white frosting on one slice – because my mother liked her’s plain.
This recipe is for the dark, rather chocolately version that includes cocoa. You can skip the cocoa and up the spices a little bit and it will still be very good. Some people prefer it this way. My family used Crisco, but my uncles preferred it sans cocoa and with bacon fat or lard for the shortening. My own variation is to add chocolate chips, and I’ve made it that way for decades so that’s how my family expects it. Obviously this recipe is a blank canvas on which to paint your wildest cake dreams, or something. It also packs well in a lunchbox.
Poverty Cake (from a recipe card in my mother’s handwriting)
Boil together for 5 minutes: 1 C water, 1 C sugar, 1 C seeded raisins (can you buy non-seeded raisins nowadays?), 1 heaping Tbsp shortening (whatever), 1 tsp cinnamon, 1/2 tsp cloves, 3 Tbsp cocoa (optional) 1 tsp salt. Cool. (The cooling part is important. If you’re in a hurry go out and put the pan in a snowbank or something like I’m going to in a minute. If the mixture is still hot when you put in the flour and baking soda you’ll end up with little white sour clumps in the finished cake.)
Add 1 3/4 C flour, 1 tsp baking soda (mix lightly with a fork), 1 tsp vanilla and about a cup of chocolate chips (optional). Bake at 350 for about 40 minutes, or until firm and glossy.
Frosting: A heap of confectioners sugar (about half a bag), add 3 Tbs softened butter (I cheat and just melt it, why stir?) and enough milk to make it spreadable. I like to add multicolored nonpareils – who wouldn’t?