Moravian Lovefeast Buns
1 cup mashed potatoes
½ cup scalded milk
¾ or 1 cup sugar
1 tsp. salt
2 or 3 pkg. yeast
½ cup warm water
¼ tsp. nutmeg
½ tsp. mace
½ cup butter or margarine
2 beaten eggs
1 tsp. grated lemon rind
1 tsp. lemon juice
1 tsp. grated orange rind
1 tsp. orange juice
5 or 6 cups plain flour
Preheat oven to 350°.
Cook potatoes and mash fine.
Heat milk and let cool. Dissolve yeast in warm water.
Combine sugar, butter, and salt Into sugar mixture, stir the milk, potatoes, yeast, eggs, spices, juice, and rind.
Mix well and stir in flour; adding until it makes a soft dough.
Knead until satiny.
Set back to rise until double in bulk.
Make cakes approximately 3" in diameter.
Let rise until double.
Bake in 350° oven for about 15 minutes, or until brown.
Pairs Well With
Laughter fills the air as I step into my grandparents’ house. It’s Christmas Day and everyone is already by the tree, impatient to open the beautifully wrapped gifts with their name on it. I rush over, equally excited, and am dazzled by the tree. It isn’t tall, but it’s fat, so there is plenty of room for decorations. The white lights are on, making the colorful, shiny, ornaments sparkle brightly.
I swiftly help unpack the presents that we have brought and take my seat on the couch, only to get up for my temporary job as “elf”. Being the elf means that you stand next to Grandpa and bring the presents to people after he announces who they’re for and from. Every time I get a present, (most are clothes or books) I take a break. There is one long, thin present that I am interested in, and finally it is announced, “To: Calli. Merry Christmas! Love, Mom+Dad.”
I tear off the red, Christmas-tree wrapping with my breath held. My fingers stumble on the ribbon, but soon that is torn, too. “Yes! Thank you, thank you, thank you!” I exclaim. Under my fidgety hands is a full sized keyboard. I absolutely can’t wait to get home and set it up! However, we aren’t leaving yet. There are presents left under the tree and dinner and dessert to be eaten. I pass out the rest of the presents in a giddy daze and moved on to dinner.
The table is set with all the food you can imagine. Golden ham, green beans, delicate shrimp, many salads, devilled eggs, and delicious Moravian lovefeast buns are sitting on the ornate table cloth. We dig in happily and don’t leave any leftovers. Dessert is next, with cakes, pies, cookies, and more.
I am still thinking about my new piano, though. I can finally take piano lessons, which I’ve wanted to do since I started fiddling on my friend Maggie’s worn down piano. Maybe since it is an electric piano, I’ll even have different instruments to play on.
By the time we leave, it is so late that I fall asleep on the hour-long car ride home. I dream about opening my presents and my delight over the keyboard. In my dream, the whole evening after that is dim and foggy, and dinner alone seemed to take less time than unwrapping my favorite present. Dessert is even quicker, and there appears to be a piano instead of food. Then I awake with a start. We’re home! I walk inside, tripping up the stairs, and sluggishly get into my bed. My last thought before I drift off is, I guess I’ll have to play piano tomorrow instead.
Submitted by: "Calli S."