Butter Tarts and an Interesting Book

 Our weather continues to be clear and cold...what we consider cold ...which I realize is nothing compared to what many are experiencing. So far today I've done the laundry and took fruit out of the freezer to make jam tomorrow. Strawberry/blackberry and also raspberry ( I'm about the only one that prefers raspberry so I freeze it in smaller containers).

I forget that Butter Tarts are a Canadian thing and not widely known outside of Canada.  I read on-line that they may have evolved from a Scottish sweet called Egglefechan. I don't know if this is correct.
The filling is very similar to pecan pie and is delicious!!
The first picture is from the internet. The second are the ones I made.

 

 I'm currently reading one of my own books ( most of the library ones were not interesting). If I would have known how much I'd enjoy this book I would have read it a long time ago.  The story based on the experiences of a public health nurse in the northern parts of British Columbia in the 1960's. Besides the adventures she has there's the wonderful description of the countryside. This is an area we saw part of in our camping days.  Here is an excerpt from the chapter I'm reading. It's winter and she's driving her government issued 1962 Chevy II on a perilous mountain road.

 

On top of the hill, the plateau rolled out in front of me. Miles and miles of white snow, covering the grasslands. Grey sticks of willow along the ditches and bare grey branches of poplar groves in the white fields created the only colour accents  on the land. The sky was cobalt blue and immense. It was such a contrast from my eastern district where the sky was confined  by the evergreen-covered mountaintops.

Then a page or so farther: The sun lit the tops of the Coast Mountains to the west, shining a brilliant white on those soaring peaks. They were a dramatic and awe-inspiring contrast to the flat land I'd been travelling through, I stopped the car to stare. I wished passionately that I could paint. Someone should record this beauty. It was dramatic and overwhelming. I stood watching until the cold forced me to move.

 The title of the book comes from the advice she got when she first arrived. Always carry a candle and matches because if you have car trouble you may be stranded for some time and the candle may keep you from freezing to death. The name of the author is hard to make out on my picture. It is Marion    McKinnon  Crook.

I have an hour and a half until I need to start supper. I can get a few more chapters read.

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