Lammas is such a special day for me. I just can not appreciate summer at all (even though I love gardening), especially since we moved one mile closer to the sun a few years ago. So, I'm all about giving the Sun King a kick in the patootie to move along.
Proving once again that I am certifiably insane, I decided to go for it and make the rosemary bread (sadly, sans WC's awesome solar oven). One of my camp goals is to bring the spirit of the lush, cool, Pacific Northwest to our alpine desert home (ok, so baking bread on such a hot day is a bit counterproductive - at least on the surface), and also begin infusing the magic for our return there within a year.
So, the bread is made with rosemary from my small, potted plant. Rosemary grows like mad in the Maritime Northwest. This plant is one that I most associate with my previous Seattle garden, and it will be the first one planted upon my return.
It's also made with agave nectar from a desert plant - to honor our current home, which, in spite of the hideous climate, has blessed us in many ways.
The secret ingredient is ancient Emmer flour from Bluebird Grain Farms
in my beloved Washington State.
The bread is currently rising on my scorching porch under an autumn-themed tea towel as a welcome to the blessed new season before us.
Ooops, after writing all this, I realize it should probably go on the kitchen witch thread. Maybe I'll post there with pictures if it turns out (DH is the bread maker in the family and I'm delirious after 20 months of sleep deprivation, so I will have worked serious magic if it does
This is a long way of getting around to my question...
What do you love about, or find particularly meaningful in celebrating Lammas?