Wildflower Honey Madeleines Recipe for Calamity

Here is the recipe:

Take two eggs out of the fridge and a stick of buttah.

Set out on counter to warm to room temperature.

Go stitch seam in drapes where the nylon thread has disintegrated because of the sun and time.

Play with Mr Charlie- the poodle until he gets tired and goes in his basket.

Measure 4 tablespoons butter and melt it in a small pan- don't burn it-just melt it!

Be careful with the gas stove- you need your eyebrows to add punctuation to your face!

Then add 1 tablespoon of your favorite honey and 1 tablespoon vanilla or almond flavoring. let cool.

Wash the dust from your under used madeleine pan and dry with linen towel that reminds you of the ones you just got in the mail from an ebay score today.

Ask Mom where the flour, sugar, brown sugar and vanilla are stored.

Hunt for everything and then explain what madeleines are.

Explain how wonderful and light and delicate they are.

Subtle even.

So delicious with tea on a rainy, cold afternoon. I  love tea.

Mom and Dad aren't big tea drinkers and really, everyone prefers pie. I bought an egg custard yesterday.

These are for my trip to Lexington to meet my Blogging friend Amanda.

We have been talking online for almost two years and I love her sight unseen. She is like the best friend/sister I have never met.

I think that we all gravitate towards each other and we are all meant to be a part of each others stories- even if we all never meet- we have made a kind and loving connection.

anyway.

Crack the eggs into the bowl and add 1/3 cup white sugar and 1 tablespoon light brown sugar.

Beat on high until the eggs are foamy and light in color.

In a separate bowl or large measuring cup, add 3/4 cup all-purpose flour, a pinch of salt, and 1 tsp baking powder.

I stir it around and then put it in a metal screen strainer- it is easier to shake it into the wet mixture and then stir with my other hand.

No, stir with the wooden spoon in my other hand.

Don't ya'll love my style and fragmented sentence structure?!!!

Ain't I just like Paula Deen?

Ya'll recon?

Ok.

As soon as the dry mixture has been folded into the wet mixture stop and add the cooled honey and butter and vanilla- I love this part-it looks like something French now. Sleek and smooth and glossy.

Stick it in the fridge in a small bowl  covered with saran  for 30 minutes.

Wash the dishes.

Wipe the flour that spilled on the counter.

Pat the dog. Check him for flour on his fur.

Make a cup of tea.

Go talk to Mom.

Come back and turn on the oven to the recommended preheat temp of 425.

Listen to Dad.

Look at the dog who is sitting by my feet wondering what's going on.

Take madeleine mixture out of fridge and put one teaspoon each section of the pan after brushing each shell shaped section with melted butter.

Put in oven- which is on the wall -and turn  on the oven light.

Watch them start to rise and enjoy the sense memory of the light honey flavored cake cookies on your tongue.

It has been so long since I made these that I have lost track....

set the timer and go start to read...eat, pray, love

When the burning smell hits your nose -run to the oven and remove pan.

Cuss quietly under your breath and then finally say in desperation- "Mom, your oven hates me!"

Show evidence of hatred to Mom and Mr Charlie, the poodle.

Pull off the nice part and eat it,  just to finally get the taste in your mouth.

Throw black shiny sides away.

Wash out pan and brush with melted butter again and use the last of the dough to make as many as you can.

Turn down the oven to 350-a reasonable and patient temperature, to be sure.

Stand at oven door and watch as they begin to rise.

Don't let anything distract you from your vigil.

I have abandoned my diet and my apron.

I wonder if I put my apron on if things might turn out better?

Ok, they are done!

They are perfect and golden.
Dust lightly with powdered sugar and pop one in your mouth! Heaven!

There won't be too many to take to Amanda's fairy party but that is not until Sat-Maybe tomorrow I can make some more.

  This was practice.

This was to put something sweet on our tongues.

Last night I made chicken and dumplings.

Delicious without calamity.