Posts Tagged ‘Blueberry Sauce’

There are times I want to be a fly on the wall in my kids’ lives. There used to be a time I wanted them to tell me everything.

School/work, friends, lunch, dreams, fears, beliefs, challenges, over-coming moments.

Encouraging dinner-table discussions, car-ride rhetoric of whys and hows – teaching my children as we come, go, sit and stand.

The communication-door-is-always-open approach.

My definition of everything has expanded. With that expansion has come the realization that I don’t want to know everything. My expectations of everything apparently have limitations.

There are some things a mom does not need to know. I never thought I would say that.

Until my son came home with a plate of scones one day – and declared them. . . . better than mine.

The grasshopper(yes, the grasshopper again) telling the teacher “I have out-done you.”

I stood there, on the other side of the counter, watching my son come in, from the outside coming in, with a plate of berry-something scones that he had baked with his then lovely-fiance-now-wife.

Maybe I need to establish our baking history. In 3rd grade, my boys learn to make box brownies. In 5th grade, my boys learn to make cakes from scratch. In 6th grade, this son made a better homemade lemon meringue pie than I could. I told him so. No ego problems there. Just a lot of mama pride.

This was different, though. Healthy communication boundaries respects, waits to be told by the teacher, “You have outdone the master (chef, teacher, do-er of laundry, healer of boo-boos, bed-time storyteller extrodinaire, stealth prayer-mama).

But grasshoppers  are jumpy things, catapuling – which is why they tend to get run over in roadways. A grasshopper can jump 10x its length – so it can really get ahead of itself.

According to the article “The Grasshopper’s Hop, “the grasshopper’s jumping muscles may lead to an effective insecticide.”

That day, standing on the other side of the counter, as he presented me with a plate of scones, I realized that if I had not unconditional love in my heart, that this young grasshopper might have jumped into a life-threatening situation.

Some days I wished we’d taught, “Children should be seen and not heard” but that was not our parenting-heart.
Our heart was to teach them independence, reasons for their beliefs, thinkology, how to seek God so they could seek Him on their own, how to pass down our traditions and make new ones, how to communicate fluently, to grab thoughts from the recesses of their minds, study them and express them.
My  heart still says, “Come on in, son, pull up a stool and tell me about your life.”
But as they get older, some things are better left between them and God. Some things are better left unsaid, like “My scones are better than yours.”
“I love you,” though, is always healthy boundary communication. “I love you,” is a Hail Mary Pass in a communication challenge. 
Because I love my sons, they can say things they shouldn’t.  Even saying their scones are better than mine. It’s just hard to swallow sometimes. 
Note to those whose children are not teens yet: You might not be ready for this message. You might not be able to fathom ever having even a whiff of the thought to not want to hear “everything:” You might even be birthing the thought,“I’ll never think like that.” All I can say is“I was once there, too – before I had older teens to college student children.” Everything changes as they grapple with growing into adulthood, especially communication boundaries. 
  •  Blue Cotton Mom’s Scrumptious Scones Recipe: Click Here 

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“Don’t get in my bubble,” they say to each other – and to me sometimes. And the way they say it, playful yet serious, is one of my very favorite things. The way boys banter and set boundaries through humor is one of the true delights of being a mom of sons.

“I’m not tellin’ that,” when I try to ferret out information about what’s going on with the people they hang out with – “That would be gossiping,” they say. Respecting healthy boundaries can be a mine field of relationship-risk because sometimes boundaries create conflict on both sides.

Then there is the, “Mom, I’m not dressed” when I try walking into my bathroom where they are showering, and, apparently, over-night my little boy felt he had become a man who needed his privacy. Ah, where the chasm between mom and son widens, not like the ocean yet, but like a river, where you are on one bank and he on the other. Sigh!

Developing boundaries. Discernment.  My sons grow and develop boundaries that keep me out. Yes, healthy. Yes, to a point necessary. However, boundaries go both ways. If you have ever played croquet, then you understand that boundaries are indeed a sticky wicket we all have to deal with.

For example, when my son proudly brought me a plate of scones, saying, that plate of scones, made with a different recipe than the one I used for well over a decade – was better than mine? The recipe your friends wanted me to give to their moms? The scones that shouted, “I love you?” Because, well, boys just do not always want to hear those words (establishing boundaries and all) – and food is a multi-lingual love language.  Well, gee, inside I am saying, “You popped my bubble. You’re running over my boundaries.” My sons might want to criticize my parenting now that you’re all grown up, but they should never, NEVER diss my scones.”

And, just in case you do not want to make scones because. . . well, they sound so scone-ish – then call them sweet biscuits. Who would not want a sweet biscuit! Call them what you want – but, if you my son, never, ever tell me your scone recipe is better than mine. Sniff!  He popped my bubble!

Yes, I realize it was a tribute, in a way, bringing that plate. Yes, he is an excellent cook – Emeril watch out! Yes, it was a moment of shining independence.  But it was like the time my cat, thinking she was all grown up, wanted to give me a “hug” in her catty way and left a bunch of . . . .ahem . . . bunnies on my back steps – ’cause that’s what cats do to say, “Gee, see how much I think you’re great!”

. . . . Have I lost you here? . . . .Please come back.  We’re here to talk about scones and boundaries – not really the bunnies.  But, well, bunnies are just everywhere if you really look around (For comic relief, see Spike Jones, Do Ya Wanna Buy a Bunny” – Click Here)

. . . .I recognized the love offering, but was somewhat dismayed – how do you handle that situation?

Wanting to be proud – because it was pure sweetness out of both that prompted the gift offerings. Yet, disagreeing with the results! Granted, his scones were nicely done. Were they better? I was so busy trying to re-bubble my bubble, I could not honestly say.

So, while you chew over that boundary issue, listen to a little Spike Jones, you just might like to try my scones! If you have a better recipe, please share – it won’t pop my boundary bubble – unless you’re my son! Sigh! There is always a story behind the recipe at our house! Ya’ll come back now, Y’hear!

Mom’s Scrumptious Scones

2 Cups All-Purpose Flour
1 tablespoon Baking Powder
1/2 tsp. salt
1/2 Cup sugar
1/3 Cup butter, cut up (5.3 tablespoons)
1 Cup whipping cream

  • Combine first 4 ingredients; cut in butter with a pastry blender until crumbly.  Add whipping cream, stirring until moistened.
  • Turn onto lightly floured surface; knead 5 or 6 times.  Roll to 1/2 inch thickness. Pat into an 8 to 9-inch circular greased cake pan.  Score into triangular pieces before cooking.  Or, use a melon-ball sized-scoop, and place on a greased cookie sheet.
  • Bake at 375° for 15 minutes or until golden brown.  Serve with Blueberry Sauce and whipped cream. I like to use fresh un-cooked blueberries or strawberries sprinkled liberally over the sauce.
  • Also tastes great in a bowl with 1/4 cup milk, sweetened strawberries that have been sliced and sugared.
  • Add 1/2 bag of chocolate chips for scone balls or cookies.

BlueBerry Sauce from Cinnamon and Spice and Everything Nice (Click Here). (By the way, Reeni’s blueberry crepes are decadently delicious!)

Blueberry Sauce

1 pint blueberries
1/3 cup maple syrup(grade B) or honey
1 tablespoon lemon juice, fresh squeezed
1 tablespoon butter
1 tablespoon cornstarch
2 tablespoons boiling water

Add everything to a saucepan and bring to a simmer. Simmer for 8-10 minutes or until the blueberries pop. Whisk the boiling water and cornstarch together to make a slurry. Stir the slurry into the blueberry sauce and continue simmering for 2-3 minutes to thicken. Remove from heat and set aside.

Whipping Cream

2 Cups Whipping Cream
1/2 Cup Sugar

Place beaters in the freezer while the Heavy Whipping Cream chills (about 15 minutes).  Beat until stiff peaks form. Be careful or you’ll end up with butter. When done, dollop a generous amount over your fruit sauce.

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