I have been re-reading Heidi by Johanna Spyri with the kids for the first time as an adult. I remember my mom reading the book two or three times when I was a child. I am struck by how much I unknowingly identified with Heidi.
I always carried a sense of pride that I was "from" the mountains. (Even though I didn't move to the mountains until I was 14.) There was always some sort of longing for the wilderness and satisfaction that we could claim it as our own. I think it is the relinquishing of that uninhibited, romanticized idea of the mountains which most dampens my excitement about our current move to the "big city."
I never wanted to be a country girl, I never cared for the city. I wanted to be Heidi.
This picture is of Lake Tahoe in the summer on a windy day. (sigh) We lived only a few minutes away. I spent many days on this beach. Here are my kids doing the same.
Looking back, I wonder how much the story affected my parents coming to the Lord as adults. Grandfather tells Heidi that because when you walk away from God -- he walks away from you and "...no one can go back, and whomever God has forgotten, He has forgotten."
And Heidi, having learned to read, reads him the story of the prodigal son and in the wee hours of the following dawn, the grandfather climbs into the loft while great big tears roll down his cheeks, "Father, I have sinned against heaven, and before Thee..."
I call these the grandmother rolls because of two reasons. I brought them into a church potluck and a grown man exclaimed "Grandma rolls!" and also because, if you know the story of Heidi, her bringing soft, white rolls to Peter's poor grandmother is a key event.
Enjoy! They are served on holidays or as a dessert in our family: usually eaten with honey. (Wild, raw, mountain honey)
Instructions:
They refrigerate about 8 hours to rise so if I don't start them in the morning, we wake up to them or sometimes use the dough for cinnamon rolls.
I always carried a sense of pride that I was "from" the mountains. (Even though I didn't move to the mountains until I was 14.) There was always some sort of longing for the wilderness and satisfaction that we could claim it as our own. I think it is the relinquishing of that uninhibited, romanticized idea of the mountains which most dampens my excitement about our current move to the "big city."
I never wanted to be a country girl, I never cared for the city. I wanted to be Heidi.
This picture is of Lake Tahoe in the summer on a windy day. (sigh) We lived only a few minutes away. I spent many days on this beach. Here are my kids doing the same.
Looking back, I wonder how much the story affected my parents coming to the Lord as adults. Grandfather tells Heidi that because when you walk away from God -- he walks away from you and "...no one can go back, and whomever God has forgotten, He has forgotten."
And Heidi, having learned to read, reads him the story of the prodigal son and in the wee hours of the following dawn, the grandfather climbs into the loft while great big tears roll down his cheeks, "Father, I have sinned against heaven, and before Thee..."
I call these the grandmother rolls because of two reasons. I brought them into a church potluck and a grown man exclaimed "Grandma rolls!" and also because, if you know the story of Heidi, her bringing soft, white rolls to Peter's poor grandmother is a key event.
Enjoy! They are served on holidays or as a dessert in our family: usually eaten with honey. (Wild, raw, mountain honey)Instructions:
They refrigerate about 8 hours to rise so if I don't start them in the morning, we wake up to them or sometimes use the dough for cinnamon rolls.
2 1/2 tsp yeast softened in 2 Tbl warm water
Add 2 cups warm milk
1/2 cup white sugar
1 beaten egg
1 tsp salt
3 cups white flour
3/4 cup melted butter
Beat with a wooden spoon and add 3 more cups of white flour while stirring. Dough will be slightly sticky. Place in a greased bowl, cover and refrigerate overnight.
Then, punch down the dough, separate dough in half and roll each half into a 12 inch circle on a floured surface. Cut like a pizza and roll up each wedge from the wide end first. Cover with greased plastic wrap and rise until doubled in a warm place, about 1 hour.
Bake 350 degrees 15-20 minutes and brush tops with more melted butter.
Add 2 cups warm milk
1/2 cup white sugar
1 beaten egg
1 tsp salt
3 cups white flour
3/4 cup melted butter
Beat with a wooden spoon and add 3 more cups of white flour while stirring. Dough will be slightly sticky. Place in a greased bowl, cover and refrigerate overnight.
Then, punch down the dough, separate dough in half and roll each half into a 12 inch circle on a floured surface. Cut like a pizza and roll up each wedge from the wide end first. Cover with greased plastic wrap and rise until doubled in a warm place, about 1 hour.
Bake 350 degrees 15-20 minutes and brush tops with more melted butter.
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