Sam (admiring the new dishwasher): It counts down the time left on the cycle.
Peggy: Yes, that’s a nice feature.
Sam: It’s a good thing it doesn’t have a spin cycle. (pauses) Because that would break all your dishes.
County clerk (assisting with passport application): Raise your right hand.
Sam (raises right hand)
Clerk: Do you swear, attest and affirm that everything contained on this application is true and correct to the best of your knowledge?
Sam (grinning): I solemnly swear that I’m up to no good.
Peggy (seeing the clock read 9 a.m.): Well, good morning! How’s the change to afternoon shift?
Sam: Good. I’m getting all my sleep back.
Sam: Today’s the first day. (pauses) I hope I like everyone.
Peggy: That’s a nice goal.
Peggy: Look! It’s a full arch now.
Sam: Yep, it’s a high-def rainbow.
Peggy: So how was it, being in the Aubrey Peanut Fest parade?
Sam: It was good. Really good. Almost as good as Fourth of July.
When I stop to think how far Sam has come, not just since he was a child, but even his first few semesters of college, I am awed. During these past 10 years of adult life, he’s met tough challenges head on and showed that he can think on his feet. He does so well that I sometimes forget the creative problem-solving skills that flow so easily through the rest of the family aren’t really at his command.
Enter the raspberry scone challenge.
Sam really likes raspberries. Sam is also the family scone and kolache baker. We tried to adapt a peach scone recipe from one of our favorite baking cookbooks, The Pastry Queen. The raspberry scones were a mess. (But we still ate them.)
I had a flash. There was another recipe in the King Arthur Whole Grain Baking cookbook that had a cinnamon-stuffed scone. I told Sam we could mash the two recipes together to help our idea turn out.
It worked, but I made the mistake of not communicating out loud and in advance which steps would come from which recipe. Sam retreated to the laundry room several times during the creation of these beauties to talk himself out of being upset with me (which I appreciate).
I don’t have the explanatory gifts of Julia Child, nor the exacting thoroughness of Coach In the Kitchen.
But as you can see, they turned out great. And Sam is happy to share his recipe.
Equipment: a 9-inch springform pan
6 cups flour
1 1/4 cups sugar
1/4 cup baking powder
1/4 teaspoon salt
1 1/2 cups cold unsalted butter, cut into bits
2 cups buttermilk
3/4 cup raspberry jam
1 cup frozen raspberries
Preheat the oven to 375 degrees. Grease the pan. Stir flour, sugar, powder and salt together. Cut in butter until mixture is crumbly. Fold in buttermilk and stir lightly until it forms a ball. Pat down and fold over once. Divide the ball in half and pat into two discs that fit the pan. Put one dough disc on the bottom, spread with jam and top with berries. Top with the other disc of dough. Cut into 16 wedges. Bake for 40 minutes until knife inserted in center comes out clean. You can brush with milk and sprinkle sugar, if you’d like. Let cool for ten minutes before releasing the side of the pan. Serve warm.
Peggy (sweeping up remnants of a chewed-up stick): Once again, cleaning up after you, Fang.
Sam (thinking of kitchen spills): He’s always cleaning up after us.
Peggy: I’m making orange chicken for dinner.
Sam: Oh, yeah. (smiling) Your orange chicken is better than Mr. Chopsticks.
Peggy: That is such a nice thing to say. Thank you, Sam.
Peggy (trying to think positive as Fang picks up a pair of “lost” underwear at the park): My puppy picks up litter.
Sam: Way to go, Fang! You keep Denton beautiful.