Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Those hands, that butterfly cake


I've mentioned Ian's good hands before. The ones I married him for.
I've told that story, right?


I explained the way everything about Ian, when we first met, seemed to fall into place, one piece at a time, as if I had been waiting for him to show up and finish my puzzle for me all my life. And how on the way home from our first dinner date, the one I showed up an hour late for because... well, that's a story I haven't yet told, he walked me back home through the snow-glazed streets of Lienz, Austria-- one of my favorite competition sites where the race course snakes down the mountain through the trees and sends you catapaulting down a final waterfall-steep headwall, and spits you out right at the sidewalk's edge of the village. And on that walk, Ian reached for my hand, for the first time, and caught my fingers in his and pulled me into his world right then and there.
And it felt a little bit like going through the wardrobe and into another, more pure, more promising world than the one I'd been inhabiting for so many years.



 Well those same hands made two- dozen butterfly cupcakes, orange and lemon sponge cake with butter and powdered sugar frosting,  for Isla's birthday party over the weekend. (I suspect he used this Delia Smith, he's loyal to Delia, recipe.

The man, and his hands, never fails to surprise and amaze me with his ability to bust out the cookbook, or, in this case, find a video tutorial of the British persuasion, and produce the most amazing edible concoctions.



 These butterflies ended up getting snowed on in the end.  It's always snowing in Narnia. A light dusting of "icing sugar." They also got gobbled up, no scraps left behind, by a rather modest number of party guests at the ice skating rink where we had the party.






And when his hands were done with performing kitchen alchemy, they washed up nicely and deftly fastened Isla's new birthday locket, given to her by my parents, inside which she intends, as soon as Daddy prints out the right size image for her,  to keep a picture of her beloved dog Ruby, gone but in no way forgotten.

"We'll never forget Ruby, will we mom?"

"Never, Isla. Never."

17 comments:

Nancy Knezevic said...

wow. really lovely. Thank you for sharing (I know it sounds corny, but I do mean it.)

TerraD said...

So sweet! My daughter (who is Isla's age) was Annie for Halloween, so we got her a locket. I was sure she'd put in a picture of her beloved dog, Molly, who is holding strong at 13 1/2 years old. Nope, she put her "boyfriend's" picture in instead. Oh my!

Laree said...

Awww. (I really have nothing more to say than that. I like sweet vignette like this!)

Anonymous said...

Narnia, indeed! Read the whole lot when I was little! How lovely Isla wants to put Ruby´s picture in her locket (anyone who loves animals so much is a special person). KFB from BCN PS: The muffins look extraordinary!!! Kudos to your DH.

Jane said...

Yum, those butterfly cakes look delicious!
I understand the hand thing, I have a thing for hands too.
This is a beautiful post, thanks again for sharing.

Anonymous said...

My goodness..romantic, lovely and a tear inducing post yet again Betsy.It is easy to understand why he swept you of your feet & seems to continue to. And those cupcakes!!Yum! That last part about Ruby & Isla especially got me.Very nice.

Was Living Down Under said...

“...everything about Ian, when we first met, seemed to fall into place, one piece at a time, as if I had been waiting for him to show up and finish my puzzle for me... into another, more pure, more promising world than the one I'd been inhabiting for so many years.”
He may have those beautiful hands, but you, my friend, have a beautiful way with words. Thank you for sharing (again!)

PS: I know it's not that kind of blog but do you think you could share the recipe (or at least where he got it?)

Betsy said...

I meant to link to the recipe, but couldn't find the one he used. I think I've found it now, and I've linked it, he's loyal to Delia Smith http://www.deliaonline.com/recipes/type-of-dish/sweet/orange-butterfly-cakes.html

But he didn't make the lemon curd filling, just did a simple icing instead.

Joy said...

Wow, that's beautiful. Both the story and the butterfly confection.

AdrianneP said...

I can so relate to your write-up about "the hands" <3. There is something magical about the perfect masculine hand. Argh, I can't put it into words. I carry it in my heart : )

Is Isla still crocheting?? Has Ian done any of that?

Adrianne

Anonymous said...

Great post, Betsy!

KiminAZ

PC said...

Awwwww.

And yuummm.

Meowmie said...

Simply lovely.

sue said...

omg, betsy. next time you feel angry and irritated w your hubby, this is what you should remind yourself: those hands, that butterfly cake.

Anonymous said...

In looking for what seems like the millionth time online on when its time to help your beloved pet to the rainbow bridge, I came across your blog. Thank you for writing on ruby, and sharing the picture, she looks just like our Scarlett, who is 15 1/2 and she has been declining with her worsening arthritis particularly this last year. The relationship of Ruby and Isla, sounds like my only child, now 24, and our Scarlett. Scarlett was her "can we keep em mama please" puppy. Born to a family that left them all outside with no fence she wondered down our street at 3 months, and we talked them into letting her stay:)She has never growled at anyone, she has only barked when my daughter would tell her to speak:) and once while walking away from a worker at our home. The most gentle soul

Betsy said...

RIP Scarlett. Thanks for sharing your dog story. We still miss her so....

Jodie said...

Thank you Betsy, she left us last night, the house is painfully quiet without her presence today:( thank you again; Ive never blogged; read a blog etc so it was sweet to find the story on your family and Ruby