Last night, my Uncle Art lost his three week battle with COVID. He fought hard as he did his whole life when confronted with challenges but in the end COVID was the impossible hill. We couldn’t say goodbye, we couldn’t be with him, but he wasn’t alone, as a nurse with a huge heart, my sister-in-law’s sister, was working that shift and sat with him so that he wasn’t all alone. These heroes at the frontline don’t have the luxury of saying they are tired of COVID. They see the families and the devastation everyday. Thank God that my Uncle wasn’t completely alone.

I always had a special relationship with Uncle Art. My love of gardening was born in his yard, summers spent racing around then stopping to grab a peach from his trees, rhubarb and strawberries and blueberries, the strange magic of watching peanuts grow. We planted peanuts this year because my uncle did when I was a kid, and I thought it was so crazy that they grew underground. When I got older, and started planting my own garden, we would get together in January and have coffee and doughnuts and plan our gardens together, pick out seeds to share. He would help me start them, and then when fall came around, I learned how to can tomatoes and make jam with him. He was so capable and could do so much. He could quilt and knit and sew; he was a career plumber who designed the systems for some of the biggest buildings in Detroit. He was the Drum Major in Saint Andrews band, which is where my aunt and my mother met him, when my mom was just eight years old. (they were Highland dancers) He loved to tell jokes and watch hockey, played it too when he was younger. When Wyatt was born, Wyatt loved him from the start and would seek him out to sit by and play with as he got older, because Uncle Art liked to joke around with him. The last time we were able to see him was at Wyatt’s birthday in March – and now he is gone. I will carry what I have learned from him though, through the rest of my life and will teach Wyatt, and whenever I plant a garden or make jam or even bake, I will think of him.

This next part is from an old blog of mine, Quixotic Magpie. I spent a day learning how to make coconut tarts from Uncle Art, and blogged about it to his delight. He was so tickled to see it on the internet, and I thought I would reshare it.

My family is divided into two camps: The Coconut Tart people, and the Empire Biscuit people. Don’t get me wrong, we will gladly eat either/or, but..we have a preference for one or the other. I love a good Empire Biscuit, but Coconut Tarts are my weakness. My grandma made them every Christmas and it was the dessert I looked forward to the most.

My grandmother is gone now, but my Uncle Art has taken up the mantle, and baked the tarts for the holidays. Yesterday I spent some much needed time in the kitchen, learning how to bake these tarts. I have decided to share my love for these with all of you! Just note – I am not a baker, nor am I a food blogger. Lol. My tarts look a little more rustic than professional – I have not managed pretty food yet, just yummy tasting! Because these turned out awesome in flavor, if I do say so myself.

Surprisingly, these are not a health food! 🙂 They are fattening and delicious!

Ingredients for the gooey coconut filling:

3/4 cup sugar
1 can Eagle Brand condensed milk
1 tsp. vanilla
1/4 lb. butter melted
1 egg
3/4 cup coconut, firmly packed

For the pastry – my uncle’s version:
2 c. flour
2/3 c. butter flavored Crisco + 4 additional TB (my mom uses cold butter but I don’t know how much)
a pinch of salt
2/3 c. water

Preheat the oven to 425.

We made the filling first, but I don’t think it matters which you start with. It was easy! Basically, just combine all the above ingredients in a bowl, and whisk until everything is mixed really well. You want to make sure you really incorporate the sugar, it has a tendency to want to sit on the bottom.

Next we made the pastry- this was a little bit more complex but not too terribly difficult. I just really hate getting my hands dirty. Bleh. You start by adding all the ingredients together in a medium to large size bowl- we used a vintage Pyrex one which I am sure was not bought vintage like mine were. Then I cut it in the Crisco using a pastry cutter. Once this was all cut in well, my uncle showed me the next technique, of making the dough all crumbly. I am not sure of the technical terms, but we called it making it crumbly.

This technique involved running it between his hands, using the friction to combine it and make it all crumbled into little balls, Once the mixture was all crumbly balls, we could easily roll it all together into a ball.

Ta-da!Once we had this nice round ball of dough, we split it into two balls. Next, we placed one of the halves onto a floured piece of wax paper to roll out. We also put another piece of wax paper over the top of the dough, so it was sandwiched between two floured sheets of wax paper. Then I commenced rolling. You want it nice and thin, but not too thin. Maybe 1/4 inch thick. 

 We had some little helping hands too. My cousin’s three year old daughter assisted me.
Once it is rolled out, you can cut circles to place into the muffin tray. I would say the one my uncle used was about 4″ across. He said this was not perfect but it worked for him. So maybe the size of a wide mouth water glass. 

Once you roll out all the dough and have cut the circles, you can start slowly placing them into the muffin tin. This part is the slowest, most laborious part in my opinion. 

Mine were a bit messy but looked like this when I was done. A bit of a trick – instead of using your fingers to press the dough down into the tins and onto the sides, once you have it set in loosely, you can use a small lump of dough as a little press instead of your fingers. 
Once you have everything ready to go, you are ready to fill! Give that filling a good whisking again to stir up any sugar that may have settled while you did all this stuff with the dough. When finished, add about 2 TB filling to each tart. This is entirely up to you, how much is added. I just wouldn’t suggest all the way to the top, because then they will overflow during cooking. Pop them into the oven for about 15 minutes (12-17, but we did 15) until the dough is a nice golden brown, and the filling has a nice golden color as well. My uncle then covers his with a dish towel for a few minutes to trap the heat a little longer without baking. 

Once they cool, enjoy! Perfect with a milky, sugary cup of tea. Yum!

And that is all there is to it! I hope I did an ok job explaining this – I didn’t realize how difficult it was to write down a recipe that is mostly conveyed by look and feel in our family. If you try to make them, let me know how it goes!

Currently.. is a monthly prompt hosted by Anne in Residence.

I am writing this a day early, on election day so I have lots of feels going on right now! My kiddo is napping and I am drinking my millionth cup of coffee, tucked under a blanket, listening to a podcast while I type. I had a tough time with the prompts this month!

Appreciating: Well, this is an easy one, My husband of 20 years, today. We have been together since we were seventeen and he is still my rock, my best friend, my fellow explorer of this world and parenting, my love, just my everything. We have grown and changed so much over the years but we have always grown in the same direction.

Ordering: Christmas gifts and baby firepits for our porch, which we think we are really going to need this fall. Also anniversary gifts and er, my own birthday gift..

Planning: Our winter projects, my reading list, small celebrations for the three of us for Thanksgiving, comfort meals. I made cottage pie the other night and we ate it with cider to toast with. It was delicious and perfect for the cold blustery day we were having!

Perfecting: Not much! Lol. We are working on our pie and bread making this month, which is becoming a tradition. Other than that, I guess I am perfecting how to be cozy and hygge. Lots of tea, blankets, books, warm sweaters.

Wearing: At the beginning of fall, I ordered a few new things and I am loving this sweatshirt cardigan I bought from Tentree. It is cozy and warm and has a hood, plus little thumb holes. And pockets! It is perfect.

That is it for this month! Stay safe everyone!

It’s a big day here in America, and I know most of the country is feeling anxious and worried about what will happen should their candidate not win. It is just more uncertainty for a year already filled with uncertainty and upheaval. It’s a rough one, I know. I am trying my very best to look past this day and moment to the things I can control (a mantra of mine this year!) I am also drinking lots of tea and eating chocolate.

October flew by. We had some good times! Time outside, exploring, with friends, with family as best we could. We even celebrated our first snow of the season with Chinese takeout, a long time tradition of ours! We splurged and ordered from a fancy Chinese restaurant in Detroit, The Peterboro. That bao was amazing…

This month Billy and I celebrate our 20th anniversary – tomorrow, actually! That is crazy to me. Aren’t we still just 20 years old? Lol. Then, my birthday is midmonth, on the 16th. I am not sharing that number though. We have some ideas in mind to make this month as special as we can despite the circumstances. I am busily putting together our lesson plans for the rest of the month and December, thinking of ways to socially distance and see our family, which in Michigan might get tricky with this weather, planning new creative projects to try. And it is pie month for Billy and I!

Whatever this month holds I am trying to keep looking forward and keep on keeping on.

Stay safe everyone!