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Aug. 29th, 2016

Make Magic

Still Cooking.

I made the falafel, tabbouleh, and tzatziki.
I'm all out of bread for sandwiches.
This morning I made chocolate tofu pudding.
I still need to cook some chicken for tacos. I could just cook it plain but I want to try out my chicken taco idea. I don't think I have made chicken tacos before.

I'm not really happy with my tzatziki. I put in Yogurt, cucumbers, raw garlic, lemon juice, olive oil, dill, salt, and pepper. But it tastes like it's missing something. Maybe it needs more lemon.
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Aug. 26th, 2016

Make Magic

What to cook?!

I have the makings for:
Chicken Tacos
Tofu Smoothies (With frozen mango or blueberries)
Eggplant Rollatinis
Fried Fish
Jello- Blancmange
Chocolate tofu pudding

The BLTs require frying the bacon.

I just made a batch of Falafel mix. They would need to be fried.

I haven't made the Tzatziki yet. I want that for the Falafel.

I haven't made the Tabbouleh yet but I should before the parsley wilts.

I really should cook up that chicken.

Everything else is frozen or dried and can wait.
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Aug. 24th, 2016


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Aug. 22nd, 2016


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Aug. 20th, 2016


Arby's Chicken Salad

Arby's makes a "Market Fresh" Pecan Chicken salad in the summer. It's a really good chicken salad sandwich made with real ingredients such as a real person might make at home. So I made it at home.

You take some leftover chicken, add some halved seedless red grapes, chopped red apple, sliced celery, and pecans. Then mix in some mayo, but not too much. And serve on whole grain bread with a couple of lettuce leaves.

You could leave off the bread and just eat it as a salad. But I recommend eating it right away, or leaving the pecans out and adding them just before you eat it, because the pecans loose their crunch if you keep the salad overnight.

Arby's uses huge slices of bread and I find that this salad falls out of my sandwiches at home. So a wrap or a lettuce wrap works better.

It's pretty good even without the celery and apples. I added a dash of lemon juice. Some people use: walnuts instead of pecans, tempeh instead of chicken, yogurt or sour cream instead of mayo.

And some people add: salt and pepper, dried cranberries, mango flavored dried cranberries, parsley, spinach, and cayenne pepper.

Marilyn came over for dinner and I made this for her. We have been catching up on Supernatural.

My bout of depression on Tuesday passed quickly as usual. I've been feeling pretty good.

Aug. 16th, 2016


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Well, last Wednesday I had a bit of a melt down. But that had a proximate cause.

Today I woke up feeling out of sorts and now I'm having depressing thoughts and crying. I'm going to try an ativan and see if that helps.

Aug. 15th, 2016


It's been a busy four weeks.

First it was the week at the lakehouse. Then it was Song's wedding. Then a week with The Cuteness. Then this week with three days in Binghamton babysitting The Cuteness. And J stayed over last night. He took me out for breakfast this morning.

At least J talked me into putting the air conditioner in the window. It has been very hot and muggy for the past few days. Today was better.

It was still hot and muggy downtown so I went swimming at my gym. Maybe next time I will bring a book and read for a while in the air conditioning.

I don't have anything else scheduled for several weeks. I will take the time to rest and recover.

Aug. 2nd, 2016


I have a little time on the computer before The Cuteness returns.

She tends to monopolize the computer. I was trying to get things done the other day and she was literally kicking me in the head. Not very hard of course. But it was annoying. And she was doing it because I was on the computer and she wanted to watch her shows. Right now she has gone across the hall to play with the neighbor kids. they go to bed at 8 so I have some time.

Today was a quiet day. She played on the computer and I slept. Tomorrow will be busy. We have to go to Binghamton in the morning.

I have been making Cuteness approved dinners. Sunday we had homemade mac and cheese. Monday I made tacos. And today I made homemade "chicken nuggets". She is so picky about "spices" I'm surprised that she will eat tacos. This is a child who complained that a plain cold hamburger "hurt her tongue". But she ate a taco with no complaint. It had onions, garlic, cumin, and chili powder in it. The chicken nuggets were just slices of boneless skinless chicken breast breaded in parmesan cheese and fried. She ate several of them. So I call that a win. She also ate 5 whole wheat tortillas and a bag of shredded cheese for lunch. I had her eat an apple to try to get some fiber.

I've also been giving her children's vitamins to make up for the veggies she isn't eating.

Life of Pi

I got off to a bad start because I was offended by the pretense that this really happened. I know that all fiction pretends to be true. But this book started off with an author explaining how he met Pi and learned this story and wrote this book. It just put me off.

Now that I'm reading it again I'm finding lots of things to like.

This was tougher read than I was expecting for a popular book. The middle boggs down a lot. It is really boring to be lost at sea. It picks up around chapter 84, when he sees a whale. And there is lightning storm in chapter 85. In Chapter 92 he finds a floating island. That was pretty cool. There are exactly 100 chapter. That helped.

This is a religious book, in a non-denominational way. The main character is a practicing: Hindu, Catholic, and Muslim. People from all three faith keep telling him that he isn't supposed to do that. But he does it anyway. And his faith does comfort him in his ordeal. As a Wiccan I'm OK with that. I can really relate to the Hinduism.

The theme, as opposed to the plot, is that religion is a better story than dry, yeastless factuality. Although he does praise Atheists, over Agnostics, as at least having faith in something. Although I doubt any Atheist would thank him for that. Ironically, Atheists like to think that they are strong in their faith in the non-existence of God and would never sincerely convert in times of stress. I think he got Atheists and Agnostics backwards.

"If we, citizens, do not support our artists, then we sacrifice our imagination on the altar of crude reality and we end up believing in nothing and having worthless dreams." (p xii)

"Sometimes I got my majors mixed up. A number of my fellow religious-studies students--muddled agnostics who didn't know which way was up, who were in the thrall of reason, that fool's gold for the bright--reminded me of the three-toed sloth; and the three-toed sloth, such a beautiful example of the miracle of life, reminded me of God" (p5)

"But religion is more than rite and ritual. There is what the rite and ritual stand for. Here too I am a Hindu. The universe makes sense to me through Hindu eyes, There is Brahman, the world soul, the sustaining frame upon which is woven, warp and weft, the cloth of being, with all its decorative elements of space and time. There is Brahman nirguna, without qualities, which lies beyond understanding, beyond description, beyond approach; with our poor words we sew a suit for it--One, Truth, Unity, Absolute, Ultimate Reality, Ground of Being--and try to make it fit, but Brahman nirguna always bursts the seams. We are left speechless. But there is also Brahman saguna, with qualities, where the suit fits. Now we call it Shiva, Krishna, Shakti, Ganesha; we can discern certain attributes--loving, merciful, frightening--and we feel the gentle pull of relationship. Brahman saguna is Brahman made manifest to our limited senses, Brahman expressed not only in gods but in humans, animals, trees, in a handful of earth, for everything has a trace of the divine in it. The truth of life is that Brahman is no different from atman, the spiritual force within us, what you might call the soul. The individual soul touches upon the world soul like a well reaches for the water table. That which sustains the universe beyond thought and language, and that which is at the core of us and struggles for expression, is the same thing. The finite within the the infinite, the infinite within the finite." (pp 48-49)

"I can well imagine an atheist's last words: "White, white! L-L-Love! My God!"-- and the deathbed leap of faith. Whereas the agnostic, if he stays true to his reasonable self, if he stays beholden to dry, yeastless factuality, might try to explain the warm light bathing him by saying, "Possibly a f-f-failing oxygenation of the b-b-brain, " and to the very end, lack imagination and miss the better story." (p 64)

"People move because of the wear and tear of anxiety. Because of the gnawing feeling that no matter how hard they work their efforts will yield nothing, that what they build up in one year will be torn down in one day by others, Because of the impression that the future is blocked up, that they might do all right but not their children. Because of the feeling that nothing will change, that happiness and prosperity are possible only somewhere else." (p 79)

"To look out with idle hope is tantamount to dreaming one's life away." (p 169)

"Doesn't the telling of something always become a story"
"The world isn't just the way it is. it is how we understand it, no? And in understanding something, we bring something to it, no? Doesn't that make it life a story?" (p302)

"I know what you want. You want a story that won't surprise you. That will confirm what you already know. That won't make you see higher or further or differently. You want a flat story. An immobile story. You want dry, yeastless factuality." (p302)

"So tell me, since it makes no factual difference to you and you can't prove the question either way, which story do you prefer? Which is the better story, the story with the animals or the story without animals?"
"And so it goes with God." (p 317)

Aug. 1st, 2016


Song's Wedding and The Cuteness comes for a visit.

Last week went way too fast. I slept a lot to recover from the party week. But I also had to make a tabard and shawl for Song's wedding. I managed to get everything finished in time. And I even got to the site before the Bride.

Song wanted to have a wedding to herself. A big fancy ceremony where she declared herself sufficient alone. An adulting ceremony. The ceremony was very nice. It took place on a blue wooden bridge over a lily pond full of koi fish. Craig cast the circle with a very nice stag antler staff and was the east challenge. Song arrived in a silver cloak and had to pass four challenges as she crossed the bridge. Mowg was the south challenge, she was very intense. Tracy was the west challenge, in the middle of the bridge. And I was the north. When she got to me I essentially administered wedding vows. Self care is the challenge of earth. Than she threw off her cloak and I helped put up her wings. Unfortunately the wings had gotten twisted and did not go up as easily as I had hoped. But they were still pretty. I look forward to the pictures.

Then we hung out for an hour until dinner was served. The Mirbeau spa in Skaneateles is beautiful and the food is first class. After dinner the bride and some of the guest went to take advantage of the spa. I took The Cuteness home with me. I get to keep her for a week while Song has a "honeymoon" with her self.

Saturday we went grocery shopping and took back all the returnable bottles. Sunday we went out to pick up some eggs from my egg dealer. And I made The Cuteness a batch of playdough. Today she wants to go to the Science Center.

She has been helping me clean out the apartment by taking things down to the car, or the dumpster, for me. Today we can go to the recycling center and get rid of some more stuff. I'm feeling pretty productive.

The Cuteness has decided she wants to sleep in my bed with me, like we did at the lake house. It makes her feel safe. I think I sleep better with her there too. People are not really meant to sleep alone. The cats are getting used to her. Daisy let The Cuteness brush her. And last night Ninshubur actually slept next to her for a little while.

Having a child around is exhausting. She is full of energy. But we are working things out. She is very good at keeping herself entertained.

Jul. 23rd, 2016


Party Week at the Lake House

I took a nap Sunday afternoon and when I woke up Jude had arrived, and so had Craig with The Cuteness. Craig could only stay one night but Jude and The Cuteness stayed all week.

At this point most of the week is a blur. My family are mostly early risers. And the fact that the house faced east and got the full sunrise encouraged early rising. We would get up between 6 and 7 for breakfast. Then some activity would occur: hiking Watkins Glen, a Wine Tour, a shopping trip, and then lunch. Then I would usually take a nap. Then dinner on the deck and hanging out til everyone went to bet between 9 and 10.

I got spend a couple of hours in the jacuzzi almost every day. It was not very hot and we turned the temperature down so the kids could play. Although they also swam in the lake. I didn't go down to the lake because the path was too steep for me.

On Tuesday there was a full moon, which was beautiful in a clear sky. Jude built up a fire in the fire pit and we did a full moon ritual.

Wednesday we drove back to Ithaca to check on the cats, and have lunch at the Ithaca Beer Company Taproom. I took a picture of Jude playing dots and boxes with the Cuteness in the Taproom.

Friday was the big party day. Lots of friends came and we had a lovely picnic on the deck. We had spiedies marinated in my spiedie marinade, and dad's recipe for baked beans and german potato salad. And a nice spinach salad with mushrooms and artichoke hearts.

And Fran made two lovely Schwarzwälder Kirschtortes.

My friend Rauncie arrives early and we took a dip in the jacuzzi. During the party we closed the Jacuzzi so there wouldn't be too much screaming from the children. But after my family went to bed my friends and I opened it up again and had a nice cool dip, and watched the Delta Aquariids meteor shower.

I don't think I slept much last night. We got up at around 6:30 and were out of the house by 9am. There was a bit of excitement when I couldn't find my are keys. I thought I was going to have to ask Jude to drive back to Ithaca to see if I left them in my apartment on Wednesday. But luckily Song found them in my C-PAP bag.

We had brunch at Curly's dinner in Watkins Glen. Which was quite nice. But I was crashing by then and had to leave. Jude followed me home and brought stuff up from my car for me. Which I am very grateful for. It would have taken me all week to bring that stuff up.

I slept from noon til 7:30 pm. And I still feel a bit tired and sore.

It was a good week. Jude was a blessing. As The Cuteness declared "Jude is AWESOME!"

Jul. 17th, 2016


the lake house

As usual I didn't accomplish as much as I had hoped before I left for the lake house. I got most of the car cleaned out, made a trip to the recycling center, and did the shopping I needed to do. I got here by 6:30 in time for Pizza with the family.

After dinner. I made jello frogs with the boys. And started some ratatouille. And boiled 3 dozen eggs for pickled eggs. After boiling and shelling 3 dozen eggs, and pouring in 3 cans of beets, and one bottle of cider. I promptly dropped the gallon sized glass jug and it shattered into a million pieces. Maria, Dave, and Gaby cleaned up the huge mess. The eggs and beets were full of glass and had to be thrown away. I had reached the end of my rope. That is probably why I made the bad decision that led to me dropping the jug. So I called it a night and went to bed. It was about 9:30pm

I woke up at 3:30am when my pain meds gave out and every part of my body started complaining about how much I had abused it. But I stayed in bed for a while longer until I could hear the boys up and about. Forrest has decided it is fun to bark like a small puppy.

So, I've had my pills and I'm ready for another day.

Jul. 15th, 2016


My Colonoscopy

I had my colonoscopy on Thursday. People warned me that the prep would be the worst part. And drinking nothing but jello, chicken broth, and laxative for a day was not fun. I usually drink a lot of water so I thought I would have no problem drinking the 4 liters of laxative. But I was wrong. I was not able to finish it. And I was not able to sleep because I kept rushing to the bathroom. I tried just sitting on the toilet but that got painful after a while.

By Thursday morning I was tired, hungry and not very happy at all.

My friend Anne had agreed to be my driver. But she had a class at the same time as my procedure so she needed to pick me up early and didn't want to come into the hospital with me. At 9am Anne called me and asked if it was Ok if her husband David drove me instead. I was just happy that I still had a driver so I was Ok with that.

David turned out to be a real blessing. He is a professional bus driver and has been trained to work with wheelchairs for his job. He was also able to come into the hospital and wait for me.

We made the mistake of dropping me off at the lower entrance to the hospital. It turns out they have moved the main entrance back to the top. But I snagged a wheelchair, and since David came in with me he was able to wheel me where I needed to go. Even if Anne had come in she would have had a hard time getting around much less helping me.

As David was pushing me down the main corridor I remembered the last time I had to go there for a procedure when I didn't have anyone to help me. I remembered how much pain I was in from walking in from the parking lot. And how painful it had been to have to walk to the intake booths, and down that hall to the waiting room for my procedure. Now I was travelling the same route and I wasn't in pain because someone was helping me. Thinking about how different it was just makes me cry.

I didn't cry when I was in pain because I don't like to "make a fuss". And I didn't ask for help because I don't like to be a burden. David was so helpful and considerate the whole time it just made me realize how much I suffer because I don't want to bother people, or make a fuss, or be a burden. So I just suck it up and suffer.

When I was checking in they asked me if I had a medical proxy on file. I didn't, and I didn't think I needed one. If anything happens, my mother is my next of kin and I'm sure she will do whatever needs to be done.

David gently encouraged me to reconsider that and actually fill out the paperwork. I listed my mom as my proxy and my sister Gina as my second if Mom was not available. David also encouraged me to call my mom and tell her what I had done, just so she would know.

He kept me company and chatted while I waited for my procedure and stayed at the hospital until I was ready to go home.

Another thing happened that made me think about how much I suffer because I don't want to bother people. While I was lying on the gurney waiting for the procedure my left knee began to hurt, a lot. I bent my knee until it stopped hurting and asked the nurse if she could put a pillow under it. She got a rolled up towel and put it under my knee but it was a bit lower than was comfortable. She asked me if that was OK and I said yes, because it was better than nothing and I didn't want to be difficult. Luckily for me she ignored me and put another towel under my knee until my it was high enough to stop hurting.

It just made me realize how often I put up with pain and struggle, rather than ask for help. I think it comes down to a fundamental belief that help will not be available. That I am alone and there is no one to help me. I don't want to make a fuss, or be a burden because if I do than people will be less willing to help me. So I don't ask unless I'm really desperate.

ANd this makes me really grateful for people who volunteer to help. People who can see that I'm struggling and offer to help without me asking.

The whole procedure went as well as such things can go. But I would have been struggling and anxious the whole time if David hadn't been there to help me. I'm really grateful that he was.

One more note about the procedure. Everyone said I would not remember it. They were wrong. I was conscious for the whole thing. I even watched the monitor. Afterward the doctor jokingly thanked me for telling him that that looked like a healthy colon to me. I was right though. I have a very healthy colon. No polyps. Just some green jello and a couple of tomato skin remnants from my BLT on Tuesday.

Afterward, I asked David to take me through the drive through at Arby's for some solid food. I was so hungry from the liquid diet. I had brought my wallet so I could pay. But David insisted in paying for my lunch. That was just another real kindness. He was such a blessing for me.

Jul. 10th, 2016


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Jul. 4th, 2016


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Jun. 30th, 2016

Cogito Ergo Nom

There is no such thing as a free lunch. Except when there is.

For the past couple of years (I don't remember how many years) my friend B had been taking me out to lunch on Fridays.

Back when I had a job we used to take turns paying for lunch. But once I got on disability I couldn't even pay for myself to go out to eat. Those Friday lunches helped a bit with my food bills (especially toward the end of the month) and also soothed my desire to eat out instead of just eating my own cooking all the time.

But B had to stop taking me out when he changed jobs. So we haven't eaten out since the beginning of May.

We were also seeing each other for brunch once a month when J came down to visit. (J takes me out for brunch when he visits.) But that hasn't happened either for the past two month and probably not this month. For scheduling reasons that have nothing to do with B's job.

I miss our Friday lunches.

Three Weeks Til My 50th Birthday Party.

My actual birthday was in April, but summer is a better time for party.

The party is on July 22. But from the 16th to the 23 my family will be renting a lake house and hanging out. So, it's more like two weeks until the party starts.

Although, I'm having my first colonoscopy on the 14th. I'm not really happy about that. But I should be recovered by the time the party starts.

I don't have any other big things scheduled between now and then so I'm taking it easy. By which I mean I'm worrying about everything. I'm going to order some more of my anxiety meds.

Jun. 29th, 2016


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Jun. 28th, 2016


What's going on

I went to Pat Robert's Memorial service. Despite my best intentions I was ten minutes late to the service. But luckily I'm familiar with the UU church in Binghamton and I was able to get into the Sanctuary without causing a fuss. I arrived just in time for the reading from one of Pat's favorite books "I Could Pee on This" a collection of poems by cats. The UU minister, Rev. Douglas Taylor, did a great job. I strongly recommend him if you need to have a memorial service for a godless person. I have attended several Christian memorial services where I have left deeply offended by the behavior of Christians who use this captive audience as an opportunity to proselytize. Rev. Taylor does a wonderful job working with the family to present a service that honors the life of the deceased. I've attended two of his memorial services so far and both were very respectful. Also the UU Binghamton building is very pretty, the arrangement of rooms works well for all kinds of services, and it is handicapped accessible. They even videotaped the services and made DVDs available right after the service. My sister Maria gave one of the eulogies. She is an excellent speaker, both in content and presentation.

Then this past weekend Song and I went to the venue for her upcoming wedding and tasted cakes. They were delicious. The site is beautiful. The staff is very courteous and helpful. And the pond is full of water lilies and koi fish. I think we have the wedding all planned out now. I spent the weekend working on a project for the wedding. And I think I picked up a cold from The Teenager. It's a good thing I don't have to do anything in the next week.

There were two obituaries on the radio this evening, one for a 64 year old coach and the other for a 76 year old writer. I find myself subtracting my age from theirs and looking at how much longer I likely have to live. (14-26 years) That's the thing about turning 50, I'm unlikely to live to 100, so I have less time in front of me than I have behind me. Frankly, I never expected to live this long. People have been telling me my weight would kill me since I was a teenager.

But on a more positive note I have been working on my book! I hope to actually publish a version of it someday.
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Jun. 18th, 2016


I'm feeling much better.

One of the insidious things about depression is that it doesn't just make you feel sad, it goes back over your life and finds faults in everything. It rewrites your life as an epic tragedy, or a horror story.

Anyway, I took my emergency depression medication and had a good night's sleep so I feel better today.

I want to thank everyone who sent me words of encouragement. It really does help.

Jun. 16th, 2016

Be Nice

I'm Feeling Disheartened.

In the past few days I've been feeling as if everything I try to do fails.

It sort of starts with the plants. I'm trying to grow bonsai trees, but the first couple of pots died. I was also thinking of trying to grow mint in the yard again. Several years ago Marilyn gave me a bunch of mint she thinned from her garden and we planted it along the front of my apartment building. It grew very well there. Until the landlord had to dig out the foundation to reseal the basement and filled it back in with gravel. Even mint needs more than gravel to survive. I was thinking about setting up a plant box next to the stairs and planting herbs there. But my landlord is not very supportive of such things.

I feel like every time I plant something it gets taken away from me. This sort of goes back to my childhood and when dad kept landscaping everything I liked out of the yard. But Even when I was living with Lynn, she kicked me out of the house a few months after I planted a Yew tree. That reminds me at the same time I planted the yew I bought a stone garden table. When Lynn kicked me out I took the table to my parents, and I just noticed that they seem to have gotten rid of it. *sigh*

I just feel like the guy in the song "I shot the sheriff: "Every time I plant a seed he said 'Kill it before it grow'". Not that there is anyone in particular persecuting me. It just seems like life doesn't want me to do anything significant.

I have always believed that everyone has something special that they bring to the world. But it just seems that no one wants what I bring to the world. It just feels like I try so hard to contribute but everything I do is just wrong or just not what anyone else wants. I just feel so alone, and unwanted, and unappreciated. Really unappreciated. People just don't want what I have to offer. But It's all I have.

I spent a week with my dad.

My mom was taking a road trip with my sister Maria, so I stayed with dad. It went pretty well. We had visitors every day. I cooked most of the meals but sometimes dad made himself an egg and some toast. If he didn't cook for himself I made him an egg and toast for breakfast. For lunch we usually had sandwiches. And for dinner we had meat with salad, and rice or potatoes. The most complicated thing I cooked was sweet and sour pork. Although I also made cookies so mom would have a treat when she got home.

Mom had an adventure right at the start. When she got to the airport she found out she was scheduled to go to Portland OR, instead of Portland ME. She got that straightened out but it meant she arrived in Portland five hours before Maria was expecting her. If either mom or Maria had been carrying working cell phones they might have hooked up since Maria arrived at the same airport while mom was there. But they didn't, so they missed each other and mom spent four hours in the airport, until the nice lady at the information desk drove her to the hotel. Other than that they seemed to have a great time in Maine and driving home.

Mom bought me three little puzzles as presents from her trip. One of them is a rope and ring puzzle. I have a hard time with those. I watched a video of the solution and I can do it, but I don't understand how it works. Which is frustrating. I don't want to just solve it. I want to understand the topology of it! One is a bamboo puzzle that is a basic 3D sliding interlocking piece puzzle. Once you get the final piece out it falls apart and you have to put it back in the correct order. The third puzzle is a variation on what I call a Patience Puzzle. It has a simple solution but it takes time to go through the motions. I hadn't done it in a while so it took me a few minutes to remember the solution.

People sometimes compliment me on my patience, but I'm not a very patient person.

Jun. 12th, 2016

Cogito Ergo Nom

Martha Stewart's Stollen

Mom copied this recipe from somewhere

Makes 4 loaves

mix together:
11 cups flour
3/4 cup sugar
1 tsp salt
1/2 tsp mace
1/2 tsp nutmeg
3 pkg dry yeast

2 cups warm milk
2 1/2 sticks butter, melted
1/2 cup warm water
6 large eggs, beaten

Add fruit and nuts:
15 oz golden raisins in 1/2 cup OJ
10 oz currents in 1/2 cup cognac
1/4 lb chopped dry apricots
10 oz chopped almonds
zest of 2 lemons

kneed 10 minutes (add more flour if needed)
place in buttered bowl - let rise 1-2 hours
cut into 4 pieces - roll 12" x 8"
brush with butter and sugar - fold over
place on Parchment paper pans
let rise 1- 1 1/2 hours
bake 350 F 35-40 min
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I made waffles for breakfast this morning. They were surprisingly easy. I got the recipe from the 1975 edition of the Joy of Cooking. My mom has the 1983 printing of it.

7 Tbsp butter
1 1/2 cup milk
1 3/4 cup flour
2 tsp baking powder
1/2 tsp salt
1 Tbsp sugar
3 eggs

Put the butter and the milk in the microwave until the butter melts, about 3 minutes.
Mix the dry ingredients together.
Mix the milk and butter into the dry ingredients
Mix in the eggs (If you want to be fancy separate the eggs. Mix in the yolks. Whip the whites to soft peaks and quickly fold them into the batter.)

Heat the waffle iron and follow it's instructions. You shouldn't need to grease it because the batter is so rich. If you don't have the instructions for your waffle iron start with covering 2/3 if the grill with batter and cooking for 3-4 minutes, until steam stops coming out from the sides of the iron.

Should make 5-6 waffles
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Hershey's Cocoa Cookies

1 cup (2 sticks) butter
1 1/2 cup sugar
2 eggs
2 tsp vanilla
1/4 tsp salt
3/4 tsp baking soda
2/3 cup cocoa
2 cups flour
2 cups chocolate chips (optional)
1/2 cup chopped nuts (optional)

350 F
8-10 min

makes 54

Jun. 8th, 2016


Memorial Day Weekend

I have been very busy. After Jude and Becky left was the annual get together at Barb's for Memorial Day weekend. I made Spiedies again, because they were popular last year.

I had planned on going down Friday, but I was very out of it and Song called and told me Barb didn't have running water. So I postponed my departure till Saturday. When I got there the water problem had been fixed.

My spiedies were still frozen though. Song has pictures of me and Mowg standing around the kitchen with bags of frozen spiedies on our heads trying to defrost them and keep cool at the same time. Janise helped me put the meat on the skewers and we hung out on the porch for a while. Then we cooked half the spiedies for dinner.

Song had built a fire in the fire circle, but I didn't feel up to walking down there. So I went to bed early.

The next day more people arrived. We hung out on the deck some more. I had my new ipod and my new portable ipod speaker and I shared some of my music. Allen appreciated it but I don't think other people did. I really want to share my music, but when people get together they want to talk to each other, not listen to music. *sigh*

I took an afternoon nap so I would be up for evening festivities. I even drummed for the Maypole Ritual! And afterward I hung out at the fire circle.

Monday we finally roughed out the procedure for Song's Wedding ritual. It looks good. I have to write it up and send it to the participants.

People were very helpful carrying my stuff for me. And I was careful to take naps and not overextend myself. So it went very well. I had a good weekend. I like it that way.

Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! (Mammogram and Pap-smear)

Mammogram and Pap-smear today. Both painful experiences.

I took 2 Ativan and a Tramadol before I went to the appointments so I was very calm for the whole thing. But once the Tramadol wore off I was in pain. I will probably still be in pain tomorrow.

I don't have too much trouble with my tits being caught in a vise. It's the standing that kills me. By the time we finished getting all the pictures my legs had stopped working and I almost fell over trying to walk two steps to the chair. I may have to go to Sayre next year. They tell me Sayre can do them while you sit.

The Pap-smear is another matter. I was trying to think how to describe it to men. It's like anal sex without lube. I was bleeding afterward.

I was scheduled for 3pm but around 4pm my doctor came in and told me there was an emergency and she would be in later. I could hear some shouting in the hall but I don't know what it was about. I just put on my headphones and listened to my tunes while I waited. I think the Ativan really helped.

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