What’s the plight of the Extreme Extrovert? Believe me, we have one. Why not make some of my sister Lori’s Orange Scones, and I’ll tell you about it – in many words. (Another plight: many words – for you more than for us, I’m afraid.)
My sister, Lori and I were chatting on the phone this morning, commiserating in our coffee over our Extreme Extroversion. We blame it entirely on our mother. After all, that’s what daughters do. (We know. We have daughters.)
As much as we LOVE company, we get weary from the hundreds–no thousands–of guests that make their way through our door and into the kitchen, and in her case, down into the basement. (We also suffer from slightexaggeration.com.)
We both tire from the company parade, but–and I do mean but–but when everyone leaves (finally) and we slump down in our favorite chair and put up our feet and talk our husbands into ordering Take-Out-Pizza-Or-I-Will-Die (Yes, that is a real pizza take-out place. At least, I dreamed it was.) That in only minutes, okay–an hour –(see slightexaggeration.com)–that by that very afternoon, we begin grousing and moaning:
we have nothing to do,
our lives have no meaning,
maybe we should adopt an orphan or a college group,
and we must not have any friends.
Yes. This is the Plight of the Extreme Extrovert. We must have people. Can you tell? (My sister, Lori loves Chicago.)
In our case (and it’s a very bad case), we must have people in droves or at least, multiples–scheduled almost on top of each other.
Oh! That’s right. I do like them on top of each other so that we can network people. I think it’s a spiritual gift, networking. John the Baptist called Andrew who called Simon Peter to Jesus. Networking. Definitely a spiritual gift.
Deep down, that’s why people like us. They like making new friends and, if all arrive almost simultaneously, it can seem charming and serendipitous. (I do like saying that word, serendipitous. Makes me feel a little bit like Audrey Hepburn. Not an exaggeration.)
So for those who suffer as Lori and I do: we must have company, often and many–here is a good recipe that can help with the overflow and multischeduled.
And if you are not an Extreme Extrovert – perhaps only a Mild Extrovert, or even an Introvert–make a batch for yourself and enjoy every single one with your single teabag in your single tea cup, and make a batch for the freezer for when Lori and I pop in (I like saying pop in – it makes me feel a little bit like Mary Poppins – you can understand why, can’t you?)
- 1¾ c. flour
- 3. T. sugar
- 2½ t. baking powder
- 2 t. grated orange peel (zest)
- ⅓ c. butter
- ½ c. raisins or dried cranberries
- 1 egg, slightly beaten
- 4-6 T. half and half
- 1 egg for top
- Preheat oven to 400 degrees
- Combine first four ingredients
- Cut in butter until fine crumbs
- Stir in fruit, egg, and half and half
- Turn dough out onto lightly foured surface
- Knead lightly, 10 times
- Roll into a 9" circle
- Cut into 12 wedges
- Place on greased cookie sheet
- Brush with egg
- Bake 10-12 mins at 400 degrees
Lori recently hosted her son’s rehearsal dinner. Of course, she did. Lynnel, another wonderful sister and hostess with the mostest, and I helped with flowers:
The bundt for the wedding cake. I love a good bundt.
Do you suffer the plight of the Extreme Extrovert? Or at the hands and mouth of the Extreme Extrovert? Bless you (and you and you and you.)
Invited three bloggers for lunch today I haven’t met yet but I’m sure to love them. And I do love a good strangers’ lunch – don’t you? (Perhaps not, but the root word of hospitality is enemy or stranger. There you go. May we become friends over Greek Lemon Chicken Soup and Spinach Salad. BTW, you’re invited. I love a good crowd.)
Linking often with these lovely bloggers: