Lammas is a celebration of harvest, particularly grains. Around this time in Michigan you can spot golden fields with recent hair-cuts. The silica in the stems creates an almost metallic shine, causing the fields to resemble textured gold. Five to ten years ago I likely would have celebrated Lammas by baking a loaf or three of homemade bread. These days (until we move to a home with fully-accessible kitchen) I will likely celebrate in a more simple manner, perhaps baking something already made for us. There are some stellar turnovers in the freezer with all-natural ingredients that will be good. Celebration occurs more from the heart than from what is in the hand, after all. Image from 123rf
3 comments:
Oooohh, the smell of fresh baked bread! Nothing like it.
I'd never heard of Lammas before.
Hey, if I knew you celebrated I would have sent some dulse for your festivities!
I only went to http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ould_Lammas_Fair once--it was VERY crowded! I see there are more horses in our local green, waiting to be traded at the fair.
Once upon a time I used to hand grind my own wheat--took about three times through--using a grinder my mother got as a wedding present. I baked it into bread that your post is reminding me of; I'd almost forgotten. Mmm, thank you!
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