A wonderful poem, because it is National Poetry month!
In the Garden of Eden, planted by God, There were goodly trees in the springing sod, Trees of beauty and height and grace, To stand in splendor before His face.
Apple and hickory, Ash and pear, Oak and beech and tulip rare, The trembling aspen, the noble pine, The sweeping elm by the river line; Trees for the birds to build and sing, And the lilac for joy in spring;
Trees to turn at the frosty call And carpet the ground for their Lord's footfall; Trees for fruitcake and fire and shade, Trees for the cunning builder's trade;
Wood for the bow, the spear, and the flail, The keel and the mast of the daring sail; He made them of every grain and girth For the use of man in the Garden of Earth.
Then lest the soul should not lift her eyes From the gift of the Giver of Paradise, On the crown of a hill, for all to see, God planted a scarlet maple tree.
This Easter, I thought I would revive a Dutch tradition and make a wonderful stollen. I found out, after I had made it, that I should have formed it in the shape of a cross, in memory of Christ’s death and Resurrection. Next year, this is what I will do.
This is a rich, sweet bread filled with dried fruits and almond paste, then sprinkled with powdered sugar.
Soaking the raisins, and the currants stirred up some old childhood memories.
A big thank you to the crusaders, who 650 years ago brought back the almonds, the candied peel, and the spices, that add so much to the fine dough, made with so much butter, that makes this rich delicious stollen.
Sharing this culinary delight with family, made reviving this tradition, learning more about my heritage, even more delightful.