Slow start, cool rainy Sunday, reading Maisie Dobbs An Incomplete Revenge, knitted another square
while listening to p g Wodehouse audiobook, Galahad at Blandings, then finally had to get to today's task.
I started last night, making blueberry jam, ready for a filling. The idea is a fruit filled soft cookie, like Fig Newtons, but I had blueberries.
Dough mixed, some reserved for topping, the rest pressed into parchment lined dish. The parchment is important here if you ever plan to get the finished product out again. Soft rich dough.
Base baked, now the filling is spooned in. I made a lot of jam, using all the blueberries, so there will be extra.
That extra bit I rolled out and kept in the freezer until ready to put the lid on. I had just guessed at the size of the top, because the rest of it was in the oven, couldn't measure.
When I peeled it off the parchment paper, it was exactly like taking handmade paper off the felt, same process, same attention to edges in order to retrieve it in one piece.
Pretty good guess about size. Now it all goes back in a 350°f oven to finish baking.
It better be good after this performance. Now it has to cool in the pan for two hours. Two hours. I'll have forgotten baking it by then.
I cut into it while still warm, no harm done and here's the result
And here's the extras
Jar for the neighbor who's driving me to my second vax, and one for home consumption. I had some for breakfast, on toast, pretty good.
This may be one of those recipes that turns out well, takes ages, you're glad you did it, you're not hurrying to repeat it.
And there are various versions of why Newtons, ranging from Isaac to a town in Massachusetts. That usually means nobody really knows. Probably some colonial Mom, Mrs Newton, making a treat for the kids to use the ripe blueberries. Oh no, that was me. It's supposed to be dried figs. But who's counting.
