In honor of turning 34, I’m sharing my favorite frosting recipe. It’s excellent on cinnamon rolls, carrot cake, red velvet cupcakes, sliced fruit, hummingbird cake… or right off the spoon.
Cream Cheese Frosting
8oz Philadelphia Cream Cheese, never fat free (you might as well eat salad)
1 stick Salted Butter
1/3 cup Greek Yogurt
Splash of Vanilla Extract (and/or Rum)
1 1/4 cup Powdered Sugar
Sprinkle of Cardamom
Use a mixer on high speed to combine the wet ingredients above and beat well, then add the powdered sugar last and beat again- just when you think you’re done, beat it for another 2 minutes, then chill well.
Pop Quiz— Do you know the difference between frosting and icing? Frosting is thick and spreadable and made with a fatty base, often butter. Icing is thinner and usually made of powdered sugar mixed with a liquid such as water or milk.
You taught me the courage of stars before you left How light carries on endlessly, even after death With shortness of breath You explained the infinite And how rare and beautiful it is to even exist
I couldn’t help but ask for you to say it all again I tried to write it down, but I could never find a pen I’d give anything to hear you say it one more time That the universe was made just to be seen by my eyes
The annual family paddle fell on a Sunday in July this year- the one day we could all manage it. The exact time of year matters less than the event itself. Cool water, melting sunscreen, the short rush of class 1 rapids, a stop at the “beach” for a float and some sugared sour candy. The tune of “hooked on a feeling” fading in and out as it drifts nearer and then further over the water from a glitchy waterproof speaker tossed in a dry bag. Somehow this paddle became part of our identify, a family tradition that is as sacred as a holiday.
Thinking questions: What traditions are worth intentionally cultivating? How do shared events shape our family identity?
What does one do in a hive inspection? Mostly, a lot of looking and listening.
Looking for the Queen, brood, signs of disease, signs of swarming, honey production, Queen cells, drone cells, beetles, varroa mites…
Listening for their overall mood, easily reflected in their humming, often gentle and work-related, sometimes irritated and loud.
Whether or not you need to really “do” anything during the hive inspection depends entirely on what you see and hear. Often there’s nothing that needs to be done (except maybe refilling a syrup feeder), but sometimes there are interventions and adjustments to make — and usually, ones best made right away in order to prevent disaster — but you never know it until you take the time to look & listen. I’m sure there’s a life lesson in there somewhere.
Lately I’ve been grateful for cactus flowers and how beautiful things can grow from sticky situations…
For honeybees and the wisdom of beekeepers who’ve spent years tending them…
For the company of family and how lovely it is when you can share passions with them…
For shared Zionism, and that we’ve been in this together since day 1…
For memories of times before smartphones, and how some people are constants in our lives…
And for a new type of work-life balance. The photo above is from my second week at a NEW JOB- the face is me realizing that I’m home at 5:30p after getting gasoline and a car wash. What is this life of luxury?