Now to block...
May 17, 2009
The Swallowtail Shawl is done
I'm moving through the Christmas knitting pretty well. I've finished the Swallowtail Shawl.
Now to block...
Now to block...
Bread Baking
Lately I've been looking for new ways to save money. I'm having a great time going through my budget and trying to figure out how I can get the most bang for my buck.
One of the things I've decided to do is try to reduce the number of items I have to buy in stores. I don't think I'll be outside trying to milk a cow anytime soon (and unfortunately there are no sheep within shearing distance of me), but I can try to produce more of the simple items I have to pay for.
Like Bread.
Bread baking was my Rubicon because bread required Yeast. I simply wasn't going to cross that bridge again; I've never succeeded. Those gassy, unicellular creatures have never cooperated with me.
Yeast is SCARY.
But I'm cheaper than I am afraid.
So, here we go. I pulled The Joy of Cooking and read through the recipe.
Then I pulled Alton Brown's website, read through his instructions, and steadied myself. I could do this.
To the Kitchen!!! I measured everything carefully, reread the recipe and got started.
Hmm....
This looks promising.
Let's Bake...
Ni i i i i ce
I do believe this looks like bread.
It slices like bread. It takes like bread.
I'm going to eat the hell out of this, like bread.
**Edited because rereading this post in the light of day, I realized that the original read as if I'd written it while drunk.
Umm...I was drunk. Drunk on success. And passed out from the pure carb overload.
One of the things I've decided to do is try to reduce the number of items I have to buy in stores. I don't think I'll be outside trying to milk a cow anytime soon (and unfortunately there are no sheep within shearing distance of me), but I can try to produce more of the simple items I have to pay for.
Like Bread.
Bread baking was my Rubicon because bread required Yeast. I simply wasn't going to cross that bridge again; I've never succeeded. Those gassy, unicellular creatures have never cooperated with me.
Yeast is SCARY.
But I'm cheaper than I am afraid.
So, here we go. I pulled The Joy of Cooking and read through the recipe.
Then I pulled Alton Brown's website, read through his instructions, and steadied myself. I could do this.
To the Kitchen!!! I measured everything carefully, reread the recipe and got started.
Hmm....
This looks promising.
Let's Bake...
Ni i i i i ce
I do believe this looks like bread.
It slices like bread. It takes like bread.
I'm going to eat the hell out of this, like bread.
**Edited because rereading this post in the light of day, I realized that the original read as if I'd written it while drunk.
Umm...I was drunk. Drunk on success. And passed out from the pure carb overload.
May 11, 2009
When it's a bad day...
It's a REALLY REALLY bad day. I'm talking major league bad day.
(cursing ahead)
Don't get me wrong, I love my job.
I love the work I do.
I love/like the people I work with.
I just don't like the people I have to work with.
Last week was a week from HELL! Monday (today) didn't start off that great either.
You know, I pride myself on being honest. I have no choice, since I'm a poor liar.
If I don't have an answer for you, I'll tell you. If I don't know, I'll say, "I don't know, but I'll find out."
What I hate is that honest answers make you look as if you don't know shit. Sometimes I don't know shit. And I'll say it. "I don't know....I really don't know. But I can find out..."
Why is this an unacceptable answer?
And when I find out, why is the answer unacceptable? I have an answer for you. It is based on the best intelligence I have at the moment. If and when I get more information, better information, new information, I'll update the answer.
At the moment, this is the best answer I have for you.
Why is this an unacceptable answer???
You know, I'm paid enough to come to work, but not enough to give a damn.
I have no problem articulating that. I'm going to make sure you feel that.
Please don't decide to be the lazy bastard who wants to make my day difficult. I'm not my co-worker. I CAN and WILL ignore your dumb ass.
And please don't be the hyper-sensitive control-freak bitch who won't calm down long enough to realize that there is not a major problem here.
Your inability to do your job is not my problem but I hate you both.
(cursing ahead)
Don't get me wrong, I love my job.
I love the work I do.
I love/like the people I work with.
I just don't like the people I have to work with.
Last week was a week from HELL! Monday (today) didn't start off that great either.
You know, I pride myself on being honest. I have no choice, since I'm a poor liar.
If I don't have an answer for you, I'll tell you. If I don't know, I'll say, "I don't know, but I'll find out."
What I hate is that honest answers make you look as if you don't know shit. Sometimes I don't know shit. And I'll say it. "I don't know....I really don't know. But I can find out..."
Why is this an unacceptable answer?
And when I find out, why is the answer unacceptable? I have an answer for you. It is based on the best intelligence I have at the moment. If and when I get more information, better information, new information, I'll update the answer.
At the moment, this is the best answer I have for you.
Why is this an unacceptable answer???
You know, I'm paid enough to come to work, but not enough to give a damn.
I have no problem articulating that. I'm going to make sure you feel that.
Please don't decide to be the lazy bastard who wants to make my day difficult. I'm not my co-worker. I CAN and WILL ignore your dumb ass.
And please don't be the hyper-sensitive control-freak bitch who won't calm down long enough to realize that there is not a major problem here.
Your inability to do your job is not my problem but I hate you both.
May 5, 2009
March 24, 2009
Tea
Ok, so this post is completely and totally about me . . .
I love Tea. I mean I really really really love tea. Right now, at 11:40 PM I am working on my third cup of Earl Grey. For some reason, I want to share that love with you.
Foglie de Tea, Earl Grey.
I love the smell of Earl Grey.
Seriously, you should smell this.
I would take a picture of myself but
a) that would involve getting out the tripod;
b) you do not want to see what I am wearing; and
c) I need to wipe the drool.
This is my Tea strainer. 99 cents at IKEA. Simple and functional. I'm making tea, not launching a space ship.
So, let's see....Boil the water, then measure one level teaspoon of loose tea into the strainer.
I love Tea. I mean I really really really love tea. Right now, at 11:40 PM I am working on my third cup of Earl Grey. For some reason, I want to share that love with you.
Foglie de Tea, Earl Grey.
I love the smell of Earl Grey.
Seriously, you should smell this.
I would take a picture of myself but
a) that would involve getting out the tripod;
b) you do not want to see what I am wearing; and
c) I need to wipe the drool.
This is my Tea strainer. 99 cents at IKEA. Simple and functional. I'm making tea, not launching a space ship.
So, let's see....Boil the water, then measure one level teaspoon of loose tea into the strainer.
Oh, yeah, this is going to be good....
This is after two minutes of steeping....This smells so good.
Now, in the eternal debate of milk first or last, I am solidly on the fence. Sometimes I put the milk in first, sometimes it goes in last. Sometimes it's half-and-half, sometimes it's 2% milk, sometimes it's Heavy Whipping Cream (most of the time it's heavy whipping cream. American milk tastes nothing like the milk you can get in the UK). No matter what, 1 teaspoon of sugar is a definite.
Ouch...I just scalded my tongue. Oh well.
Now, I need some scones.
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