- Preheat oven to 350°. Grease & flour two 9"x5" loaf pans, line with greased & flour'd parchment paper. - Orange zest dutchy crust -- blend sugar, orange zest, butter in a small bowl with a fork until crumbly. - Batter -- Mix brown sugar & oil in a large bowl. Whisk egg, buttermilk, vanilla in a small bowl, then incorporate into sugar mixture. Sift flour, baking soda & salt and fold into sugar mixture. Fold in rhubarb & nuts. - Divide batter between the two loaf pans. Sprinkle orange zest dutchy crust overtop. - Bake until tester inserted in center of loaves comes out clean (about 1 hour). Let cool 10 mins, then turn out onto racks.
Recipe found in Making Magic, a collection of sleepover recipes from the Virginia Tanner Creative Dance Program & Children's Dance Theatre. Recipe by Katherine W. Dumke, a member of Children's Dance Theatre's National Advisory Board. Both Katherine and Zeke continue to be incredible supporters of and mentors to the Tanner Program.
6 C rhubarb 1/2 C water 1 Tbsp lemon juice 1 tsp lemon zest 1 tsp rum 1 tsp vanilla
- Chop rhubarb into half-inch chunks. - Mill 2 C rhubarb with water in the cuisinart. Press any liquid out of the pulp; reserve pulp in a small bowl. - To the liquid add the lemon, rum, vanilla. Vacuum-marinate the rest of the rhubarb in the liquid, 10 minutes. - Mix a little bit of the leftover water with the rhubarb pulp to try to rehydrate it. Use this pulp in place of the nuts above or whatever.
Yeah, a loaf of the above enpictured yield came flying from space, crashed through our front living room wall, & landed, sliced, unto our plates, and a voice from beyond proclaimed in the tone of gweedsuz christ,
"Thou hast been blessed with the bread of Jules, eat ye mighty and rejoice."
We washed it henceforth with delectable mead, and cherished the rush of honey b vitamins--- ambrosial milk indeed. Something about it reminded We of the mythical murphy, but We can't say, the truth continued to elude we until we, which is They had digested Our sisters painted walls into something richer and stranger than the sea-change of the trillioned knighted mangers.
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the sleeping donkey woke, and we were all changed.... the donkey rose its vermillion head and lighted Our sky with words:
"The earth gains another star as a tear falls from your eye burns the air and rumbles our night abode-- reminding our sleep of your love.
Somehow I have caught you up in this bed, and when I wake I see my arms are empty although your eyes remain ventricle coals in my heart.
And I grasp empty space which yet you fill.
Let us sleep here a while, relaxed in this compass void"
And as he discretely struck me in the spleen and insisted, "Don't you see? The words are less important than the package, which is THE ALL! QUote ye some verse and find power in the great ferment of separation!"
But I decided he had not struck We at all. And then we were suddenly We again, no longer I or Them.
