Like I mentioned recently, my days off of late have been spent hunched over and freaking out at my computer trying to finish up some poetry in time to submit a manuscript (Also now might be a time to say, Props to Jes.) To get me through the later part of the day, I've taken to drinking lots and lots of tea. And what is tea without something sweet? Realizing I had a bunch of dates that were hanging around, just getting softer and softer, I remembered a Dynise Balcavage recipe for cinnamon-date scones, which sounded perfect. Fittingly, they are in the Snow Day section of her most recent cookbook, Celebrate Vegan.
These scones are dense but not at all dry and are perfectly cinnamonly spiced. I have just enough dates left to make a second batch, which is also good news since my tea stash is also beginning to get out of hand... English breakfast, Vanilla Cinnamon black, St. John's Wort, Dandelion root, ginger tea, and various medicinal types as well (Raspberry leaf, chocolate laxative, Detox fasting tea.)
HHhhaaaannyway, to celebrate having finally finished the book, I thought I'd share a poem with you. Read while drinking tea! Or not.
Jack Frost came back in a
Jack Flash our
Coldly numbed busy hands
Fumbling with the buttons on our
Forcing a grin while grumbling about.
Here’s Puxtawney Phil
And we certainly do feel we’ve had our fill
But what can we do but bundle up
Head down and barrel our ways through
We could use a few more muffled hours
Let us not forget to scatter some
Feed for the birds on barren branches in trees
Who have been fooled, too,
Their small throats aching to sing.
The one small bud however of a
Tiny crocus flower, well, she’ll have to wait
For the real thing.