“In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy.”

I am still house-bound. My factotum got stuck in high drifts yesterday and didn’t make it. He said few side roads in his town were plowed yet. I cleared off the two front steps with a broom because poor Gracie was beside herself in wanting out. When I was done, I opened the door, and she went out and squatted for what might just be a new Olympic record. Before we went to bed, she completed her business. This morning, she went right to the front door to go out. I am feeling so much better and far less guilty.

I am beside myself. For the last two days I have been reading the paper on-line, a most unsatisfying experience. I want to be turning pages. This morning I could see the papers sitting on a tall drift next to the driveway. There are two bags, one I’m supposing is filled with the two days I missed. I can’t get to them. They might as well be on the moon.

Today is bright and sunny. It is even winter warm. The icicles on my house are dripping. I can hear them when I stand by the front door. A very, long thick one was hanging off my outside light. I tried to break it, but I couldn’t though I did manage to break off the thinner lower parts.

I was just in the kitchen getting coffee and toast. I love the smells of both. My bread is scali bread or, as I just found out, scala bread for a single loaf. It makes the best toast. My friends from New Jersey had never heard of scali bread. I looked it up and found out, “Scali bread is an Italian style of bread made predominantly in the Boston, Massachusetts area. It is a braided loaf that is covered in sesame seeds.” That hardly describes the taste of scali, and how when it is toasted, the bread turns a delightful brown and the butter melts lovingly into the bread. Definitions seldom do reality justice. Snow is precipitation in the form of crystalline water ice that falls from the clouds. How boring that sounds.

My doorbell just rang. Gracie barked, and I wondered who it could be. It was my neighbor, and she had my newspapers in hand. I am delighted. I am done here as I am itching to get my hands on those papers.

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14 Comments on ““In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy.””

  1. sprite Says:

    That’s the problem with the slow death of the newspaper. Fewer houses receiving it means it’s necessary to drive a route, rather than walk it, the way I did as a teenager. I would’ve had those papers at your door, but that’s not an efficient method when you’ve got to drive. (Of course, I also would’ve tracked across your pristine front yard, which is also less pretty…)

    • katry Says:

      I agree that I wished I had a walking carrier, but I applaud the one I have. She is reliable. The Globe didn’t make it down here because of the storm. It was two days of no paper. I figure she is running on roads not plowed. She did well.

      You can’t see my front yard for the snow. Footprints are fine.

  2. sprite Says:

    Also, while I’ve eaten scali, I never knew that was its name. I would’ve just called it sesame bread. And you’re right; it makes the best plain buttered toast.

    • katry Says:

      Most people would also call it sesame bread. Scali is pure New England.

      The toast was scrumptious this morning.

  3. olof1 Says:

    It’s awful when being so close but still so far away to reach those papers 🙂 I’m glad Your neighbor got them for You!

    It’s getting colder here now, I’m so surprised that the weather men/ women actually got it right! Well, two days ago they said the cold weather wouldn’t come for five days, yesterday they changed that prediction and actually got it right 🙂 🙂 🙂

    The bread I like best to toast is something called Barkis (can’t translate it, it comes from the jiddish word berakhot which is a prayer for sabbath). It’s a jewish bread which isn’t sweetened and it is usually twined and covered with poippy seeds. It always get that perfect surface when being toasted.

    I’m glad Gracie finally can get out without having to walk those stairs 🙂

    Have a great day!

    • katry Says:

      I was thrilled to se eher on the front steps.

      I have come to believe that weather is unpredictable and weather men give you the best they can. All the satellites and computers don’t guarantee reliability. They tell us that another storm is coming Saturday-it could be rain or snow.

      I love Challah bread which is a Jewish egg bread. I tried to find out about Barkis but I couldn’t.

      Gracie is walking down the deck stairs, also open, but she doesn’t even notice. She has been climbing them most of her life. She can now get into the backyard.

      Have a great evening!

      • olof1 Says:

        I found Challah and it’s the same bread 🙂 🙂 🙂 English Wikipedia showed the different names it has in the world 🙂 It has two names here in Sweden, Barkis in Gothenburg (the second biggest city here) and Bergis in Stockholm our capital. It only excists in these two cities here in Sweden because those were the first bigger cities jews were allowed to live in.

      • katry Says:

        The Challah bread I buy has sesame seeds which is why I thought the two breads different.

        It is the best bread no matter its name!

  4. Birgit Says:

    I usually bake bread myself so I got curious and looked up some scali bread recipes. The main difference seems to be the overnight dough starter. Sesame is on my breads anyway, I just love it. I don’t like white bread and olive oil so I won’t make a scala bread but since I need a new bread tomorrow I’ll try the dough starter method now. I’m curious whether a difference will be noticeable.

    Btw, this recipe looks nice if anyone else is interested:

    • katry Says:

      I can’t remember the last time I made bread. I know it was during a holiday, maybe Christmas. Nothing better than the smell of bread baking.

      I buy different breads all the time depending upon my mood.

  5. Caryn Says:

    Hi Kat,
    What a lovely neighbor to bring you your newspapers.

    I am sort of dug out up here. The dogs are not happy with having no place to walk but Rocky is willing to do his business in the runs that I shoveled. Piki Dog not so much. He waits until he absolutely can’t anymore. He has figured out how to climb snow mounds so he can see what’s going on.

    It’s a vast expanse of white in my back yard but I did see that two rather large somethings had made their way from the street, across my back swamp and down into the woods. Deer or coyotes.

    I love scali bread. It does make wonderful toast and it makes wonderful toasted sandwiches, too.

    Enjoy the evening.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Caryn,
      I was so grateful, and I read today’s and some articles in the other two.

      Gracie only has a small square shoveled in the yard. She is free to get further in, but the yard is deep in parts though other parts have far less from the drifting. By the look of the snow, Gracie hasn’t gone far. She did enjoy standing at the top of the stairs and checking out the neighborhood.

      I always toast my scali bread for sandwiches. I even love the sound of the crunch.

      Have a great evening!

  6. Coleen Says:

    What a great neighbor…hang in there and each day will get a bit easier.

    Scali bread sounds tasty. Never heard of it before, but maybe I can get it here…

    A Florida friend texted me tonight and said her friend in Portland, Maine got two feet…at least you have company! 🙂



    • katry Says:

      Today I walked to the driveway to get the paper. I am free!

      It is probably called something else. My friends from Jersey never heard of it.

      It is just the reason for the company that I fond annoying. Too much snow.

      Waving from the driveway!

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