{"id":3626,"date":"2009-06-29T04:00:59","date_gmt":"2009-06-29T08:00:59","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ourgrandmotherskitchens.com\/\/wp\/?p=3626"},"modified":"2009-06-30T21:48:50","modified_gmt":"2009-07-01T01:48:50","slug":"berries-of-the-heart","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ourgrandmotherskitchens.com\/?p=3626","title":{"rendered":"Berries of the Heart"},"content":{"rendered":"<div id=\"attachment_3627\" style=\"width: 310px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-3627\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-3627\" title=\"strawberrysconesweb\" src=\"http:\/\/tinkyweisblat.com\/_ourgrandmotherskitchens\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/06\/strawberrysconesweb-300x284.jpg\" alt=\"Strawberry Scones\" width=\"300\" height=\"284\" srcset=\"https:\/\/ourgrandmotherskitchens.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/06\/strawberrysconesweb-300x284.jpg 300w, https:\/\/ourgrandmotherskitchens.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/06\/strawberrysconesweb.jpg 360w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><p id=\"caption-attachment-3627\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Strawberry Scones<\/p><\/div>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-family: &quot;Verdana&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;\"><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-family: &quot;Verdana&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;\"><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\">I love the season of strawberries. Depending as they do on extended hours of daylight, these delectable red berries have always symbolized early summer to me. Overblown and lush, they resemble a perfect June day. Picking them is an essentially lazy, very summery activity.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-family: &quot;Verdana&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;\"><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-family: &quot;Verdana&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;\"><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\">Sitting in a strawberry field on a sunny day, my head shaded with a straw hat and my fingers dyed bright pink from the berries, I\u00a0think if\u00a0I can just hold myself still enough I can almost feel the sun stop for the solstice. And if I can be quiet enough maybe\u2014just maybe&#8211;I can hear the berries grow.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-family: &quot;Verdana&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;\"><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-family: &quot;Verdana&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;\"><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\">Despite my love of strawberries I only recently learned about the traditions of the Strawberry Moon and the Strawberry Thanksgiving. I stumbled across them last week (if you can stumble on the internet) in an online <a href=\"http:\/\/teacherlink.ed.usu.edu\/TLRESOURCES\/units\/Byrnes-celebrations\/straw.html\" target=\"_blank\">lesson plan<\/a>.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-family: &quot;Verdana&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;\"><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-family: &quot;Verdana&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;\"><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\">The strawberry is the first fruit of the new season and as such holds a special place in Native American life. New England Native American tribes designate 13 moons that mark different points in the year. The June full moon (which took place on June 7 this year) is called the Strawberry Moon. In late June the tribes celebrate the Strawberry Thanksgiving. During this festival they give thanks for the early summer\u2019s harvest.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-family: &quot;Verdana&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;\"><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-family: &quot;Verdana&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;\"><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\">The Strawberry Thanksgiving has its own legend, which offers a lesson to Native American children and to us all. In this story a young girl and her beloved brother quarrel about which path to take. She strikes out on her own only to realize that she misses him. She cries&#8211;and her tears fall on straw, where berries start to grow. She gathers the berries and brings them to share with her brother.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-family: &quot;Verdana&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;\"><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-family: &quot;Verdana&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;\"><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\">The Strawberry Thanksgiving is therefore a time of reconciliation and forgiveness. Those gathered at the festival ritually eat strawberries and then must forgive those with whom they have quarreled. According to <a href=\"http:\/\/www.lutheranmissionariesandpilots.org\/ourministry\/StrawberryThanksgivingCeremony.htm\" target=\"_blank\">Adrian Jacobs<\/a>, a Native American Lutheran clergyman in Brantford, Ontario, strawberries are viewed by the Iroquois as a sacred gift from heaven. \u201cWhen someone almost dies,\u201d writes Jacobs, \u201cthey say, \u2018I almost ate strawberries.\u2019 Strawberries grow on the path to the Creator\u2019s house.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-family: &quot;Verdana&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;\"><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-family: &quot;Verdana&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;\"><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\">I can well believe that any deity worth his or her salt (or maybe sugar?) would plant strawberry flowers and fruit close to home. And I\u2019m sure that most of us feel much more forgiving after eating this succulent fruit.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-family: &quot;Verdana&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;\"><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-family: &quot;Verdana&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;\"><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\">Next year, I encourage readers to seek out the Strawberry Thanksgiving celebrations in New England, which have unfortunately already ended this year. (I\u2019m sometimes a little slow to pick up on these things!) <a href=\"http:\/\/plimoth.org\/press\/pdf\/strawberrythanksgiving.pdf\" target=\"_blank\">Plimoth Plantation<\/a> celebrated its Strawberry Thanksgiving on June 20. The day included singing, dancing, canoe races, a Wampanoag football game, and a traditional clambake (not to mention strawberry shortcake!). The <a href=\"http:\/\/gonewengland.about.com\/library\/blsberrycele.htm\" target=\"_blank\">Mashantucket Pequot Museum<\/a>\u00a0in Connecticut hailed strawberries on June 12 with music, stories, and games.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-family: &quot;Verdana&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;\"><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-family: &quot;Verdana&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;\"><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\">Meanwhile, I&#8217;ll be posting a few recipes to get you started on your own early summer ritual of forgiveness. All star the <em>wuttahimneash<\/em>. According to the folks at Plimoth, that\u2019s the Wampanoag word for strawberry. It means \u201cberry of the heart.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_3650\" style=\"width: 370px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-3650\" class=\"size-full wp-image-3650\" title=\"doughbeingcutweb\" src=\"http:\/\/tinkyweisblat.com\/_ourgrandmotherskitchens\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/06\/doughbeingcutweb.jpg\" alt=\"Cutting the Scone Dough\" width=\"360\" height=\"270\" srcset=\"https:\/\/ourgrandmotherskitchens.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/06\/doughbeingcutweb.jpg 360w, https:\/\/ourgrandmotherskitchens.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/06\/doughbeingcutweb-300x225.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 360px) 100vw, 360px\" \/><p id=\"caption-attachment-3650\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Cutting the Scone Dough<\/p><\/div>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;\">\n<div class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-family: &quot;Verdana&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;\"><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\"><strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<div class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-family: &quot;Verdana&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;\"><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\"><strong>Strawberry Scones<\/strong><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<div class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-family: &quot;Verdana&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;\"><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\"><br \/>\nI never met a scone I didn\u2019t like\u2014and these are no exception to that rule! They will brighten any breakfast (or tea).<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<div><span style=\"font-family: &quot;Verdana&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;\"><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\"><em>\u00a0<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<div><span style=\"font-family: &quot;Verdana&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;\"><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\"><em>Ingredients:<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<div><span style=\"font-family: &quot;Verdana&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;\"><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<div><span style=\"font-family: &quot;Verdana&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;\"><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\">2 cups flour<br \/>\n1\/2 cup sugar<br \/>\n1 teaspoon baking powder<br \/>\n1\/2 teaspoon baking soda<br \/>\n1\/4 teaspoon salt<br \/>\n1\/2 cup (1 stick) frozen unsalted butter<br \/>\n1\/2 cup sour cream<br \/>\n1 egg<br \/>\n1\/2 teaspoon vanilla<br \/>\n1 cup hulled and chopped strawberries<br \/>\nextra sugar as needed for top<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<div><span style=\"font-family: &quot;Verdana&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;\"><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\"><em>\u00a0<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<div><span style=\"font-family: &quot;Verdana&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;\"><span style=\"font-size: 11pt;\"><em>Instructions:<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"text-align: left; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;\">\n<div class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11pt\">\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n<div class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11pt\">Preheat the oven to 400 degrees. Line a cookie sheet with parchment paper or silicone.<\/span><\/div>\n<div class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11pt\">\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n<div class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11pt\">In a medium bowl whisk together the flour, sugar, baking powder, baking soda, and salt. Use a GOOD box grater to grate the frozen butter into the dry ingredients. (The large holes are best.) Quickly mix it in with a fork or your hands.<\/span><\/div>\n<div class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11pt\">\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n<div class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11pt\">In a small bowl whisk together the\u00a0sour cream, egg, and vanilla.\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n<div class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11pt\">\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n<div class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11pt\">Using a fork stir the sour cream mixture into the flour mixture. Use your hands to press the dough together into a ball. (This may seem a little difficult as the dough will be wetter in some spots than others, but it will work eventually!<br \/>\n<\/span><\/div>\n<div class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11pt\">\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n<div class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11pt\">Place the ball of dough on a floured board and pat it into a circle that measures about 7 inches in diameter. Decisively cut the circle into 8 wedges. Gently place them on the prepared baking sheet. Sprinkle with additional sugar.<\/span><\/div>\n<div class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11pt\">\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n<div class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11pt\">Bake until golden, about 15 to 17 minutes. Let the scones cool on the cookie sheet for 5 minutes; then either eat them or cool them on a wire rack. Makes 8 scones.<\/span><\/div>\n<div id=\"attachment_3657\" style=\"width: 226px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-3657\" class=\"size-full wp-image-3657\" title=\"Trufflespatulawebreal\" src=\"http:\/\/tinkyweisblat.com\/_ourgrandmotherskitchens\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/06\/Trufflespatulawebreal.jpg\" alt=\"Truffle enjoyed a TINY lick of scone dough.\" width=\"216\" height=\"313\" srcset=\"https:\/\/ourgrandmotherskitchens.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/06\/Trufflespatulawebreal.jpg 216w, https:\/\/ourgrandmotherskitchens.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/06\/Trufflespatulawebreal-207x300.jpg 207w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 216px) 100vw, 216px\" \/><p id=\"caption-attachment-3657\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Truffle enjoyed a TINY lick of scone dough.<\/p><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u00a0 I love the season of strawberries. Depending as they do on extended hours of daylight, these delectable red berries have always symbolized early summer to me. Overblown and lush, they resemble a perfect June day. Picking them is an essentially lazy, very summery activity. \u00a0 Sitting in a strawberry field on a sunny day, [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":"","_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","enabled":false}}},"categories":[7,579],"tags":[581,580,583,582],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"aioseo_notices":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ourgrandmotherskitchens.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3626"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/ourgrandmotherskitchens.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/ourgrandmotherskitchens.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ourgrandmotherskitchens.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ourgrandmotherskitchens.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=3626"}],"version-history":[{"count":40,"href":"https:\/\/ourgrandmotherskitchens.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3626\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3700,"href":"https:\/\/ourgrandmotherskitchens.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3626\/revisions\/3700"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ourgrandmotherskitchens.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=3626"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ourgrandmotherskitchens.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=3626"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ourgrandmotherskitchens.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=3626"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}