Well, then, so much for my aspirations to begin cleaning up the winter-deposited detritus on our lawn, for today. 'Man proposes, nature disposes', as relevant an observation now as it ever is. Last evening snow began falling, and it came down generously all night. When we woke in the morning, it was to a white world once again. Old Man Winter cannot be persuaded -- in any given year -- to depart our landscape, this year is no different. When March comes to an end, it's with a sense of relief that we bid it adieu for another year; the month that begins to introduce melting snow, milder temperatures and rain, while invariably relenting to give pause to winter's departure, persuading the elements to display a parting winter landscape.
And that is just what confronted us this morning. The temperature below zero, sky heavily burdened with snow clouds, and wind whipping the snow into a froth. I hardly expected that before breakfast this morning I'd be out in the backyard shovelling snow for cleared pathways once again, for Jackie and Jillie, so that when they enter the house after exiting for their morning bathroom breaks they're not little snowdogs. They demonstrate their gratitude by ignoring the clearings and heading straight for where the snow is deepest.
Yesterday Irving had mentioned that I hadn't baked eclairs for a long time. I'd completely forgotten about them as an option for my Friday morning baking tradition, it's actually been that long. Truth is, I'm not myself all that fond of the eclairs, but he is. So I decided I'd give them a go after a long absence. There are three stages to putting them together, so they're a little fussy, but they're also a challenge. Beginning with the choux. I put together a half recipe, since there's only the two of us now as compared to years back when I cooked and baked for a family of five.
A half-cup water to a half-cup flour doesn't seem like a lot ingredient-wise, but even that makes at least ten middling-sized puffs, so that's more than enough. The process is to bring the water along with 1/4 c. butter to a boil, add the flour and a sprinkling of salt, quickly mixing it into the water/butter vigorously beating under reduced heat enough to incorporate everything into a thick ball. Once done, taking it off the heat, then adding two eggs, one after another and continuing stirring and beating until a thick, smooth choux results. And it takes energy to do that; a wooden spoon and strong right arm helps.
Once the puffs have baked (400F for 15 minutes; 325F another 20 minutes), I simmer a vanilla cream filling comprised of icing sugar mixed with cornstarch, 10% cream, butter and vanilla until thick, to stuff the puff interiors, then melt baking chocolate with a little butter to top it all off. It was a hit with Irving, and I found them tolerable enough. Besides which, it's enjoyable to me to putter around the kitchen with different treats on Fridays. It's when I also put together a yeast-raised dough to be refrigerated and then used on Sunday for dinner rolls to accompany a winter-hot savoury vegetable-bean soup.
In the afternoon today we dressed good and warm for the weather: 0C, windy and by early afternoon, some vestiges of blue sky interspersed with mostly snowclouds, dropping flurries now and again. Environment Canada had warned a great swath of Ontario south of us of freezing rain conditions that had already caused electrical interruptions for tens of thousands of households.
We hardly thought, a mere three days before the calendar arrival of Spring that we'd see the forest reflecting its white winter garb again, but that's just what we saw. Jackie and Jillie were pretty happy about it, as are most dogs. There had been enough people venturing out into the ravine before us so that the trails were beginning to be trod down. Last night's layer of snow -- about 10 cm -- laying lightly over the ice on the trails. Where the snow was disturbed it was clear that the ice had glaciated back to sliding conditions in reflection of the cold temperature.
Crows crowded the sky above, mobbing in their celebration of spring, and we could hear the staccato of woodpeckers in the distance. The creek was running full of meltwater from days before; muddy and agitated, carrying detritus downstream with it. And looking cold, very cold and crowded with fallen tree trunks.
The cleats on our boots were picking up clotted snow clumps, but not intolerably, as would be the case if the atmosphere was any milder, melting the top layers of snow. Jackie and Jillie wandered about everywhere on the newly-made more attractive forest floor, scenting what we cannot (thank heavens) and paying close and deep attention to the messages thereof. Conditions underfoot were not ideal in the sense of being slightly laborious, but tolerable. By the time we emerged from our circuit back to street level we felt well exercised.