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July 9, 2014 By Lauren Bonk

Scones and Scents and Wistful Sighs

When I was in college, I was lucky enough to find the perfect (part time) job.  I, of course, didn’t realize at the time that I was living the dream, but now I sometimes find myself desperately missing it.

In 2006 (someone please correct me if I’m wrong), I started working at this wonderful little place in Kearney, NE, called Elements.  I say “place” because there’s not one right way to describe it.  It had an art gallery and studio, counselling, life coaching, yoga, massage therapy, and the most delightful little café you ever did see.  I was mainly responsible for making hot tea and serving customers, while the other two ladies worked in the kitchen like culinary bees, crafting soups, sandwiches, wraps, and desserts that were all natural and mostly vegetarian.

Guys, I miss these days.  Most of the customers worked at the university, and many of them were my English professors.  What could be better than getting paid to scoop out precious teaspoons of exotic loose-leaf tea, while listening to some of the people you admire most in the world talk to each other about whatever it was these academic beings felt important enough to talk about?  Not a whole lot.  At least in the world of part-time college jobs for an English/Theatre major, anyway.

During this time of my life, I learned a lot about myself.  I learned that there were many kinds of people in this world, and a lot of them had some VERY different opinions and lifestyles than what I thought to be truth.  I learned that obligation and guilt are not the right reasons to stay with a person, and that opening yourself up to a little hippie magic isn’t going to hurt a thing.

I miss the vibrant paintings on the chocolate brown walls, the absolutely gorgeous Yoga studio, the smells of steam and garlic and Moroccan lentil stew simmering away on the stove.  I miss helping customers browse through the little retail section, and seeing people leave their massages looking like they could float out the front doors.  I miss hearing Weezer or K.T. Tunstall playing in the kitchen while dishes clinked and knives chopped.  Elements was a sweet, warm retreat for intellectuals, free spirits, and people who simply needed a haven.

There were many flavors that filled those rooms, and some of my favorites could be found in the scones.  They were both dense and light, if that’s possible, and welcomed whichever ingredients Helen or Rikki decided to put in them that day.  One of my favorite flavor combinations was Ginger Peach.  Can you imagine the smells in the morning?  Coffee brewing, Mango Ceylon steeping for the day’s batch of iced tea, and hot Ginger Peach scones cooling on the counter.  I’m telling you, it was practically a spiritual experience.

I asked Helen if she still had the scone recipe, as I wanted to make a batch for book club.  Amazingly (actually, it wasn’t surprising) she gave me the recipe by memory, and the scones were definitely a success.  I had to make a few changes of my own, since I had to work with the ingredients that I had, but they provided the sense memory that I was hoping for, and I think they might now be my go-to baked good recipe.

Now, if you guys can excuse my low-quality photos and fumbly food writing, I’d love to share this recipe so that the warmth of Elements can spread into a few kitchens and keep the dream alive … even if just a little bit.

Cherry & Ginger Scones:

sconeingredients

2 Cups Flour

1/3 Cup Sugar

1/3 Tsp. Baking Soda

1 Tsp. Baking Powder

Dash Salt

1 Stick FROZEN Butter

1 Cup Chopped, Pitted Cherries

½ Cup Chopped Candied Ginger

1/3 to 1 Cup Yogurt

Ground Cinnamon, to taste

***

Preheat oven to 350 degrees.

Sift/stir together flour, sugar, baking soda, baking powder, and salt.  Gently grate entire stick of butter into dry ingredients, mix with hands until blended.  Try not to overmix; you want to keep the butter as cool as possible.  It will be clumpy.  Also, grating the butter will be slightly annoying and you may grate some of your fingernails into the butter.  If this happens, simply carry on and don’t tell anybody.

sconesbutter

Make a well in the middle of your dry ingredients and add the egg and yogurt.

sconesyogurt

I had a cup of Siggi’s coconut yogurt in the fridge, so I used that.  Siggi’s is kind of a weird Icelandic-style yogurt that is VERY thick and pasty.  I ended up using the whole personal-sized cup in the recipe, but I think that if you were using regular yogurt (or even a not-so-thick Greek Yogurt), 1/3 would be plenty.  Stir it all together, and then add your cherries and ginger.

sconescherries

I like to put the fruit and ginger in a bowl and stir it up with a bunch of ground cinnamon.  Also, I used Ranier cherries instead of peaches, because I had a giant flat of them in the fridge.  Mix it all until you reach a moldable, but not too sticky, consistency.  I like to mold the dough into an evenly-shaped log, put it on my parchment paper, and cut little triangles out of it, like so:

sconescutting

Next, throw ‘em in the oven and cook them for 30 minutes, or until lightly golden brown.  At Elements, we had some homemade (butter and powdered sugar, maybe?) frosting that we spread on by request, but these are still tasty without anything on them.  I like to slap some butter on them when they’re warm, and I’ll bet lemon curd would be awesome, depending on the fruit/mix-ins you choose.  Either way, put them in your mouth!  …After they’ve cooled down a bit!  Please don’t sue me for a burnt tongue!

sconesfinished

The beauty of this recipe is that it’s only lightly sweet, so it will work well with almost any ingredients you want to add.  I made a batch today using 1 cup of raisins, a handful of chocolate chips, and a whole carrot.  I imagine you could do one with scallions, cheddar, and bacon, too!

***

Just like these scones adapt to whatever you choose to mix in them, Elements welcomed all types of people through its doors.  This place felt like home to me for almost two solid years, and I feel charmed to have been a part of it.

As with all things that are built by multiple hands, there were some less-than-pleasant times at Elements … but those times are not the ones that I choose to remember.  I will remember the hilarious looks on the faces of customers after I explained how to use a Neti pot, or the pleasant, comforted feeling of watching one of the owners, with her dark pixie haircut, sweep the floors in the mornings.  I’ll smile when I think of the almost embarrassing sounds that people made when they tried the butternut squash soup, and of the gaggle of women who would cheerfully head back to the studio for their group art lesson.

I’ll always hold the mornings close to my heart, because I so loved readying the café for the day while our favorite group of wise, jolly men chatted about the weather or the art on the walls while they drank their coffee.

I was meant to walk through those doors and hand in that application.  Elements helped shape me into the person I am today, and I am so grateful for that.

I also totally got scones out of the deal.  You just can’t beat that.

***

I would love for you guys to add your favorite Elements memories to the comments, if you’ve got them.  I know I’m not the only person who loved that place!  OR, if you’ve got memories of ANY place, I’d love to hear those, too!

Filed Under: Mmm . . . Food. Tagged With: baking, cafe, coffee, food, Kearney, life lessons, memories, nebraska, nostalgia, recipe, reminiscing, scones, tea

June 30, 2014 By Lauren Bonk

Charlie, In General.

Charlie, right now, is wonderful and frustrating, and from what I can tell, definitely a four year old.

I’m discovering that four is a pretty monumental age.  Three was a year of discovery and frolicking and tantrums that could be dispelled by a hug.  Four is an age of pouting that cannot be kissed away, and of some pretty scary discoveries.

Death

I’ll get the Debbie Downer stuff out of the way right off the bat.  Charlie’s got a bit of a death obsession right now, and, really, can you blame him?  Around Christmastime, after watching River Monsters with his older cousin, Charlie asked me, “Mom?  Do animals die?”

Oh my frick.  Crap.  “Yeah, bud, they do.”

Fiddling with Legos.  “Do we die?”

Crap. Frick. Can we talk about Pingu, maybe?  Even Thomas?  Or Caillou?  Let’s watch Caillou.  “Yeah, Charlie, after a long long long time, we do.”

I mean, really, am I going to say, “Yep!  It’s actually a little terrifying.  Actually, some electrical wiring could totally go faulty right now, and the house could burn down, and we could all totally die,”?  No.  No, I’m not going to say that.  Eventually we got to the fact that sometimes people get sick or in accidents and die, but at that time, a “long long long time” from now, sounded pretty good.

So, yeah.  Charlie will bring up “dying day,” quite a bit, and Paul is much better at dealing with it than I am.  I’m trying, and listening to Paul’s responses has been helpful, but it doesn’t mean I like it.  It’s very interesting to see his little brain work through it, though, and I’m amazed that he’s better at thinking about death at age 4 than I am as a 29 year old woman.

Poop

Charlie thinks poop is hilarious.  Thank goodness he has a little friend named Bob who also thinks poop is hilarious.  They seem to get most of their poop talk out of their systems (ba-doom chick) when they’re playing together, and it doesn’t come up too much in polite conversation.

Angry Birds

I cannot believe how much of a thing Angry Birds have become around here.  It all started when a spectacular guy at a wonderful coffee shop in Omaha let Charlie play his Angry Birds “Knock on Wood” game.  He now has 3 different versions of that game, another secretly waiting in the closet, and me sitting on eBay for hours trying to find the DAMN “HAPPY HAM O WEEN” game that is LITERALLY NOWHERE TO BE FOUND.  I’m seriously amazed by this phenomenon.  But, I’m telling you guys, watching Charlie and Bob play Angry Birds for hours is hilarious and delightful.  They do voices and come up with stories and it’s straight-up fantastic.

Charlieingeneral3

Lucy

Lucy and Charlie are in the stage where every once in a while I will find them hugging and most of the time I will find their foreheads shoved together like two angry fighting moose.  Or finding Lucy’s teeth furiously locked onto Charlie’s skin while his eyes are wide with excruciating pain and disbelief while Lucy’s eyes are ablaze with mischief and glee.

Needless to say it gets a little bit frustrating.

Sure enough, though, I will see Charlie squeezing his fists and “pretend hitting” Lucy so that he doesn’t actually hit her.  I’m not sure how to explain this… he kind of bats the air around her head while gritting his teeth.  I can see how frustrated he is, and I can see him trying not to actually hurt Lucy.  Charlie’s a sensitive little guy, and I love that he’s trying so hard not to hurt his sister.  You can only take so many chomps from a mischievous little pixie with a thirst for 4-year-old blood before you actually start hitting, though.  I tell him to just count to ten and walk away from her… but I totally understand why he’s upset.  Her teeth are like angry little razors attached to one of the cutest damn faces I ever did see.  The feelings are conflicting.

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Charlie, in general

Charlie is so sweet.  I love his groggy face when he walks out of his bedroom in the mornings.  He’s so genuinely glad to see me, and heads straight for a hug or a snuggle before quietly pleading to watch gameplay videos of geeks on YouTube playing Angry Birds.  He hugs his sister even though she leaves teeth marks on him, and desperately loves to make surprises for his daddy while he’s away at work.  Sometimes I look at him at my heart hurts because he has perfect Luke Skywalker hair, or because his eyes are actually green sometimes more than they are blue.  I’m not terribly good at sentimental writing when it comes to my own stuff, but oh my gosh, I love this kid.  I love him so much that I don’t like to think about how much I love him, if that makes sense.  So, it should be totally unsurprising that I leave you with a joke that he told me last week:

“Mom!  Why did the angry bird jump into the lava!?!?”

“I don’t know, Charlie.  Why?”

“BECAUSE HE THOUGHT IT WAS A SWIMMING POOL!!!!  THAT’S SILLY BECAUSE IT WOULD BE TOO HOT AND HE WOULD SAY OW OW OW AND DIE BLEHHHHH!!!!!”

Filed Under: The Fam Tagged With: angry birds, family, life

June 5, 2014 By Lauren Bonk

Awkward Conversations and Stuff and Things

Oh!  Oh, hey, Blog.  Uh… How’s it, uh, how’s it going?

Fine.

Ummmm… Ah, listen, I know it’s been a while, and—

Stop. Just, stop.

No, I know, I should have—

No, seriously, stop talking about it.  You’re making this awkward.  Just write something.

Oh.  Okay.  I’ll just, ah … okay.

 

***

Well, here we are.  Every year, the month of May chews me up and spits me out.  Not always in a bad way, but sometimes in a bad way.  I was looking through all of my old Word documents, and was surprised/not surprised to find that I didn’t have a single May folder in my documents.  Has every every every May since I started blogging been so insane that I haven’t ever blogged?  Oh, well.  The Blog told me not to make this awkward, so I’ll just leave it at “Peace out, May, let’s try this a little differently next year, eh?”

Time for some Stuff and Things.

Paul

I generally try to leave Paul on the periphery of the blog, simply because he’s the kind of dude who wouldn’t enjoy reading sappy/stabby things about himself on the internet… but sometimes I bed my rules.  Paul graduated last month with his Master’s in Math.  This is HUGE.  This is what he’s been working toward since we moved here, and it’s finally happened.  I am CRAZY proud of him, and that’s all I’m going to say about it, damnit.

Terror

So, the other part of Paul graduating is that we are now in job-search-mode.  I imagine this is a bit what Kate Winslet felt like on that piece of Titanic door.  Well, I guess Kate was probably fine.  Maybe a little hungry and chilly… but her character, I’m sure, was pretty scared.  Drifting amid debris and dead bodies, waiting for someone to hear her desperate whistle-blows.  You know what?  I think my metaphor might be a tiny bit dramatic, but still.

Charlie

I need to do a MUCH better job of chronicling my kids.  Right now, Charlie is so, so sweet.  He’s INCREDIBLY sensitive, which can be frustrating, but is generally wonderful.  He cares about his friends, his toys, his plants, and gets very upset if he thinks something bad is happening to them.  He’s very into Star Wars Angry Birds, even though he’s never seen Star Wars, and has only actually played Angry Birds on an electronic device once.  He’s been playing the tabletop version for months now, and will still spend hours playing with it.  I HIGHLY recommend it, although I think you can only find it on the internet at this point.  He has two tiny little puppy toys that he got from a coin machine outside of the grocery store, and has named them Fuzzy and Fuzzy Wuzzy.  He LOVES these puppies.  Like, LOVES, them.

Lucy

Lucy, wow.  Lucy is a force of nature.  She is very tall, very opinionated, and very bruised right now.  She climbs on everything, falls off of a lot of it, and is better at wrestling than Charlie.  (I swear, I am actively watching her and being a parent.) She loves to dance to music, and loves to sing as well.  Her singing voice sounds a lot like, “Raahhoohraaahhhhhoohraahhhhh.”  It’s hilarious.

She throws some pretty insane tantrums, and it feels like she’s communicating with me like a grown human being much sooner than Charlie did.  She gives neck squeezes and really loud, sloppy kisses.  At this point, watching her and processing her personality is really interesting, and, quite frankly, makes me nervous/eager to find out what kind of an older kid she’s going to be.

Me

I’ve got one really solid extra-curricular goal for my life right now.  All of the other normal goals are still there: be more productive, be a good parent/wife, be healthier, blah blah blah.  My ONE GOAL MY ONE DAMN EXTRA GOAL is to finish my book club book every month.  No excuses.  Netflix will always be there, waiting to melt my brain with a lovely 6-episode-embrace.  I used to read all the time, as much as possible, and now it actually feels a little awkward reading a book by myself.  How in the hell did that happen!?

Right now I’m reading The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender, by Leslye Walton.  I’m about halfway through and enjoying it, for the most part.  I’ll try to write a bit more about it when I finish.

I just finished reading The Monsters of Templeton by Lauren Groff.  It was, UGH, so good.  I cheated on my last book club book with it, and was absolutely satisfied and emotionally attached by the end of it.  If you like historical fiction, a little bit of relationship drama, and a little bit of the supernatural, this one is for you.

 

Here’s the part where I am usually tempted to promise a blog post sooner than a month and a half from now, but the Blog told me to just shut up about it already, so I will.

Filed Under: General Brain Exercise, Little Things Tagged With: angry birds, books, graduation, job search, May, stuff and things

April 24, 2014 By Lauren Bonk

Irrational Fear #342

This is my terrified face.  Well, that’s what it looked like in college, anyway.  I’m sure it’s pretty similar and wearing less makeup now.  Does this count for Throwback Thursday?

I’m reading Tina Fey’s Bossypants for book club right now.  I’ve read it before and it truly is fabulous.

Like, fabulous dahhhhhhhling.

That was obnoxious, but that’s how much I like this book.

For a long time, though, I didn’t want to read it.   Well, I did, but I was very hesitant.  Tina Fey is one of those awesome celebrities that I would be terrified of actually meeting in person.  I would be so scared of having a conversation with her.  Sure, she’s a celebrity. That would fluster me in general, simply because I haven’t ever been very close to celebrities… and she’s crazy smart.  I genuinely admire her.  I am spectacularly jealous of her.  Isn’t spectacular jealousy an appealing trait to have?

I’m babbling.

Tina Fey is good at something that I am terrified of.  Terrified.

Improv.  Improvisational acting. 

When I think of getting onstage with a bunch of talented improv actors, I start to feel about the same way I do when I hear a severe weather radio going off.  I want to run to the nearest shelter, as far away from the action as humanly possible.

I almost didn’t write a blog post about this, because I haven’t actually analyzed this fear too much.  I don’t think the post will really have much of a resolution. It just scares the ever-living bejeezus out of me.

What if I keep talking and talking and it just isn’t funny?  Or moving?  Or poignant?  What if I’m not helpful to the other actors?  Why do I want so badly for people to like me?  Why else would I be on stage? Obviously if that’s the only reason I’m on stage then I’m the worst person ever, so scratch that question.  Or do I scratch it? Of course I scratch it.  What message is my soul just dying to convey through Theatre?  Does it make me less of an actress to not be able to list this as a talent?  Am I even an actress anymore?  WHO AM I REALLY, I MEAN REALLY!?

Thinking about this stuff always makes me start thinking about things that I don’t have any answers for.  Or I don’t like the answers?  Or the answers aren’t what I think they should be?

The long and short of it, however, is that it scares the crap out of me.  For whatever reason, my seeming inability to do improv presents itself as a character flaw to me.  I don’t like that.  Someday, I will take an improv class.  Am I going to be Michael Scott whipping out a gun at everybody?  Or am I going to be that girl who talks too much and makes everyone roll their eyes? OR is everybody going to feel painful embarrassment whenever I open my mouth? Am I going to be rolling my eyes at everybody around me?

I’m guessing that I’ll say a few things that make people chuckle or nod and the rest will be fairly forgettable and not as horrible as I think.  Is it the mediocrity that I fear?  Is it eldest child perfectionism?

I don’t have the book with me, so I’m not going to be able to pull off an accurate quote… but Tina says something to the extent of “Bombing at improv will be terrible, but it won’t kill you.”  The way she said it was definitely more eloquent and witty, but the sentiment is there.  If I take an improv class, unless some crazy violent circumstances arise, I’m still going to come out of it alive.  I need to keep telling myself that, and just do it.

I’ll bet you guys had no idea that visiting this site would turn you into a therapist!  Unless you’re my dad and you are already a therapist.  In which case, hiya, Dad.  I’m going to hop off the couch now and stop wondering about things that, in my head, are similar to getting sucked up into the sky by a tornado.

­Do you guys have any ridiculously potent irrational fears?  Are you an improv lover?  Do you just like to read books?  What’s your favorite color?  What if there are colors in space that we’ve never seen before?  Who are we, and what is the meaning of life?  Should I have another cup of coffee?  No?  Are you sure?

Filed Under: General Brain Exercise Tagged With: acting, acting classes, bossypants, ego, fear, improv, improv acting, insecurity, theatre, tina fey

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