Funny How Things Work
Listened to the show Saturday and it was not bad. I had the good fortune of a last-minute ticket which allowed me to join the crowd at Macalester College, where Mr. Keillor and his friends put on One Fine Show out there on the Great Lawn. So many good people all in one place, and we sang “God Bless America” and Mr. Joe Newberry sang, “The Road is Rocky But It Won’t Be Rocky Long” and there were bagpipers wearing skirt marching through and Jearlyn and Jevetta sang “Until You Come Back to Me” and JD McPherson sang “North Side Gal” and Mr. Keillor told all about the Fourth of July Parade in Lake Wobegon and it was prime time fun and a lovely end to the show’s season.
I purchased a little pasty pie made with lard and filled with meat and vegetables and sat under a tree and pretty much had the time of my life. There I was, in the midst of all those people, American flags here and there, children laughing, people kind of lounging on the grass sipping drinks and eating sandwiches. One big ol’ picnic. The young woman next to me asked where I got my pasty and I told her and she said it looked real good so I offered her a bite and she took one and hollered “Mmmm!” and asked would I keep an eye on her things while she ran to get a pasty of her own.
Of course, I told her and off she ran. She wasn’t gone more than a few minutes, and there she was again, holding a pasty and smiling. She plopped down on her blanket next to mine. “You look familiar to me,” she said. I reached out my hand and introduced myself. “I’m Charlotte,” she said. “Pleased as pie.”
And there we sat, together now. We talked about pie for a while. We talked about our lives, and what we wish for and how we try and sometimes it doesn’t work. We talked about angels and corn on the cob and our favorite scent of candle. We listened and commented and nodded and laughed. All too soon the show was over, and we stood, shaking our blankets, and we gave each other a hug. “Goodbye, Mrs. Sundberg,” she said with a bright shining smile. “Goodbye, dear Charlotte. I hope to see you again.”
Funny how that works. Spend some time doing something you love, and there you go. A friend. When you will next see each other is beside the point; once you meet, you’ve met. A fine thing, for sure.
Here’s one for morning, and ever after. Light and filling, and even better with blueberry jam.
Lemon Blueberry Biscuits
2 cups flour
½ cup sugar
2 tsp baking powder
½ tsp baking soda
¼ tsp salt
1 cup (8 ounces) lemon yogurt
¼ cup butter, melted
1-2 tsp grated lemon peel
1 cup fresh or frozen blueberries
For the glaze:
½ cup pwd sugar
1 T lemon juice
½ tsp grated lemon peel
Preheat oven to 400°. In a large bowl, whisk the first five ingredients. In another bowl, whisk yogurt, egg, melted butter and lemon peel. Add to flour mixture; stir just until moistened. Fold in blueberries.
Drop by ⅓ cupfuls 1 inch apart onto a greased baking sheet. Bake 15-18 minutes or until light brown.
Combine glaze ingredients in a small bowl and stir until smooth. Drizzle over warm biscuits. Makes about a dozen.