Do you ever look at people – include yourself here – and wonder just how we became so darn critical? Is this really who we are; a generation of critics?
Being a critic used to be quite the noble profession. You would have to be regarded as learned and experienced in your field, esteemed by your colleagues who thought you educated, honourable and reasonable. Your hours of study and detailed comparisons of similar works would ensure the trustworthiness of your opinion. People would want to hear your critical assessment, because it was deemed worthy of debate.
Apparently, in 2015 we all qualify to hold this position. We are the judgement holders, the strict moral compass, society’s appointed value holder. We have set the criticism bar so low that anyone is fair game and open to our ruthless evaluation. A new mother, scorned wives, the rich, the poor, the doers, the lethargic, adults and sadly yes, even children. Why should they escape this wrath of disparagement?
What angry noise.
You know, I send my children into the world every day and I ask them to be kind. I remind them not to compare themselves to anyone else, and we end each day speaking out gratefulness for our abundance. But their own kindness to others offers them no protection from the unsolicited criticism.
Yesterday after a hockey match a child from the opposition school said to mine: “You losers should play harder next time.” My words that tried to build her up after that bounced like a rubber ball off of the graceless criticism which that child nonchalantly threw down before my own. Those careless and unkind words sprayed her with hurt, self doubt, resignation and they left a ruthless sting. Mothering a hurt child requires grit; and a hockey fields’ distance from the opposition for safety’s sake.
We need to do better by our children. How about it World? Can we lay off the criticism and rather embrace goodness in equal measure.
‘Goodness is about character – integrity, honesty, kindness, generosity, moral courage, and the like. More than anything else, it is about how we treat other people.
Tandy over at Lavender and Lime invited a bunch of us to participate in International Scone Week. Friends, did you know that there was a thing called International Scone Week? No? Well, me neither. To take part all you need to do is this;
1. Bake scones.
2. Eat them.
Due to some solicited and constructive self- criticism; I found my first attempt at documenting a scone recipe on this blog, way back in the early days to be rather, well rather meh. It was not really something I wanted Tandy to link back to, so today I am offering you this recipe for Buttermilk Scones. Again.
If you did blow the dust of that page, you will only see some really teeny tiny pictures (thanks to the 2014 migration from Blogger) and this same recipe. You may also agree that this blog has come a long way; which just goes to show that critical evaluation does have its place.
- 560 g flour
- 2 ml salt
- 40 ml baking powder
- 80 g butter
- 250 ml buttermilk
- 125 ml cold water
- 1 jumbo egg
- to serve: softened butter, jam and lightly whipped cream
- Sieve the flour, baking powder and salt into a large bowl and rub in the slightly softened butter.
- Whisk together the buttermilk, egg and water.
- Pour the buttermilk mix over the into the dry ingredients.
- Work the mixture into a coarse dough, and then tip the dough out onto a floured surface.
- Gently knead the dough to a smooth ball.
- Use a rolling pin to roll the dough out to 3 to 4 cm thick.
- Use a large fluted cutter to cut out scones.
- Place the scones onto a baking sheet that has been sprayed with non-stick spray and dusted with flour.
- Allow the scones to rest for 15 minutes.
- Bake the scones in an oven preheated to 180˚C for 12 minutes or until scones are well risen and golden.