“Uh, Mom? How do you close an ironing board?”
This, from Jamie, age 12.
I remember how this action baffled me as a kid. You press where? And do what? Perhaps I was or still am challenged by the mechanics. Or maybe no one showed me. I remember my mother teaching me how to iron a shirt and how her grandmother taught her. But how to close the unruly ironing board? I was on my own.
What else am I overlooking? What are the small actions we tend to forget? This recipe comes by way of my grandmother who was a big part of my life and now sadly can’t remember much, let alone how to be gentle with scone dough so it doesn’t get tough. But I can teach Jamie and he can tuck the bit of info away somewhere until he wants to bake for someone or wants to comfort himself as I did the year before I met my husband, baking bread in my dumpy ranch house in the woods.
“Bring the board here,” I tell Jamie and he lugs it out of the overstuffed pantry/laundry room. “Press the little circle lever down while squeezing the ironing board.”
“Yup,” I nod. “Now come be gentle with the dough.”