I HEAR LAKE WATER LAPPING – MAGIC MUSKOKA -

“I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore….”  (W.B.  Yeats)

 

 

 

“I hear it in the deep heart’s core.”

 

 

My so romantic friend shares her Muskoka home with me.

 

 

I sleep windows wide open.

And wake to the sound of a loon calling across the lake.

 

 

We dine by candle light;

Our music the quiet murmur of water .

 

 

And every morning we catch the sunlight and tranquility of the day.

 

 

And, spend the long summer hours reading, surrounded by water quiet and calm.

 

 

I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore…..

I hear it in the deep heart’s core.

 

Magic Muskoka    Ontario.

EMMA LAKE SUMMERS … Beach Breakfast and Lemon Pancakes

Summer at the lake.

When you say these words  you conjure up memories of sunny days that last forever.

Floating

Weightless in the water.

Sand scrubbed bodies

stretched out to the sun.

Long, delicious summers beside a small, quiet lake.  Emma Lake.

Beach combing (a very young me and my older siblings) found an injured falcon.   Our father made a  splint and  bandaged the wing.   We fed him raw meat. He   became very tame while the wing was healing.     Then one day he was just gone.  On the beach we found bits of the bandage and a few feathers.  Our falcon was flying free high above us.

We had a tiny cottage on the lake.  A low bench of sand and birch trees shielded us from the  winds off the water.  Against the bench of sand our Father made his outdoor kitchen, a few steps from the cottage.  He cooked on an old black kitchen stove.  A wooden table scrubbed white was both a prep counter and a place to eat.

On the weekends our Father would drive up to the cottage –   the car filled with fresh produce, groceries and most important baking he had done during the week.  Our favorite treat was Royal Bread Pudding.  It was  creamy,  cinnamon flavoured, raisin filled,  bread pudding topped with a layer of pastry and then vanilla icing.

Breakfast was cooked and eaten outside.  Dad would scour the top of the stove clean, then build a roaring fire.  He would use the entire surface of the stove to cook light, delicate brown rounds of  “flap jacks”.  These he would spread  thick with butter, sprinkle with sugar and then a  squeeze  of lemon.    Stacked  high, kept warm in the oven  he continued to flip pancake after pancake.  Warming in the oven the butter melted into the sugar and lemon and drizzled into sweet pools around the pancakes.  Ah, sweet heavenly delights.

LEMON SUGAR PANCAKES

Whisk together in a large bowl:   1 1/2 ups flour, 3 tbsp. sugar, 1 1/2 tsp. baking powder, 1/2 tsp. salt

Whisk together in another bow; 1 1/2 cups milk, 3 tbsp. unsalted butter, melted, 2 large eggs room temperature, 1/2 tsp vanilla.

Pour the wet ingredients over the dry ingredients and gently whisk them together, mixing just until combined.  Spoon 1/3 cup batter onto a heated griddle nudging the batter into rounds.  Cook until the top of each pancake is speckled with bubbles  and some bubbles have opened, then turn and cook until the underside is lightly browned.  Serve immediately or keep warm in a 200°F oven.

To make Lemon pancakes, butter each pancake with soft butter, sprinkle generously with sugar, squeeze lemon juice over and top with another pancake.  You can make several small stacks or one large cake.  Just be sure to make lots.  Enjoy!

PS:  Emma Lake was internationally know for it’s Art School.  Artists from around the world would spend their summer at the EMMA LAKE ART SCHOOL.

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