Saturday, May 18, 2024
Shoop, Shoop
Saturday, May 11, 2024
Living in the Wild
Happy Mother's Day, Momma |
Saturday, May 4, 2024
Puzzled
Saturday, April 27, 2024
I Want a Lustron Home
Saturday, April 20, 2024
Childhood Echoes
Can you spot the First Holy Communicant in the bushes? |
Saturday, April 13, 2024
Dancing (or not) Under the Eclipse
photo credit below |
Saturday, April 6, 2024
"I Want to Be Let Alone"
Saturday, March 30, 2024
GOATS for Goats
Saturday, March 23, 2024
For the Love of Splooting
Galison puzzle, "The Corgi Museum" (1,000 pieces) |
Saturday, March 16, 2024
Pondering Euphemisms
- "You're being separated from the company."
- "The organization is downsizing."
- "The company is moving in a new direction."
- "The business is being restructured."
- "Your position is being eliminated."
- "You to step away from the organization."
- "You're being offboarded."
Saturday, March 9, 2024
Coming of Age
Saturday, March 2, 2024
On the Wings of a Wish
Union Pacific Railroad, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons |
I felt this acutely the other night when Mr. Ginley began reading to me from a book that featured travel ads from the 1900s.
"It's almost like traveling on the wings of a wish...this skimming thorough the air in our big, fast ships. You simply step aboard and before you can begin to believe, you're there..."
The book was chock full of carefully crafted copy that made me yearn to get on a plane or a train or a ship and zoom off to exotic locations, snuggled into a wide, comfortable seat or crossing the ocean in an Art Deco style cabin or dining in style in a beautifully appointed Pullman rail car.
Oh, to write copy like that. Copy that would make people dewy-eyed with possibilities.
These days, I supposed if you have the means, it's possible to travel and enjoy such amenities. But you won't find them described as eloquently as they were in the last century.
Nevertheless, I hold out hope of someday taking a train across the country. Maybe when I've retired. I picture Mr. and I tucked into our cabin, watching the world pass by our window. Reading a book and looking up every now and then. Taking in the scenery, basking in a sunset. Noshing in a well-appointed dining car. The destination won't matter. Time will be inconsequential. We'll just be along for the ride.
Someday...
Saturday, February 24, 2024
Slow Reading
Saturday, February 17, 2024
Colorful Riches
Saturday, February 10, 2024
Lunch With Bob and Gary
I was a runner, so Gary had to hold onto me. |
Saturday, February 3, 2024
A Barbie World
Is it because she shares my name? That she was born the same year as me? Or that my bubble-cut Barbie doll was one of my most cherished possessions as a child?
Perhaps it's all of the above.
Saturday, January 27, 2024
Sad Little Donuts
Alas, the homemaker gene skipped over me, but sometimes I forget and attempt to bake something I've no experience with.
And so, here we are this morning, me and my brand spanking new air fryer and a recipe I copied from a book about "simple" things to make in an air fryer.
I'm no virgin when it comes to working with yeast dough. In spite of my spotty talents, I have been able to make a tea ring and bake bread. In fact, a few weeks ago, I resurrected a recipe for Sally Lunn bread. It's a sweet, soft creation Mr. and I fell in love with when we lived in Alexandria. They used to serve it at Gadsby's Tavern, one of George Washington's old haunts.
Perhaps it was because I was buoyed by my success with Sally that I felt I could tackle this donut recipe. After all, dough is dough, right?
Well, not so much as it turned out.
I meticulously added the ingredients and followed instructions. At least until I got to the part where they wanted me to knead the dough. I looked at the sticky mess in the bowl and realized it isn't the sort of dough you can knock about with your knuckles – it will all end up glued in between your fingers and any other surface it touches. So, using the wooden spoon, I stirred and folded it vigorously, mimicking the movements I'd use if I was kneading it.
Then I set it out to rise in a warm place. I figured if I put it in front of a heating vent, that would do the trick.
Alas, it didn't budge much. But I soldiered bravely on to the next step.
The recipe instructed me to roll out the dough on a floured surface and cut it into shapes using a 3" cutter and a 1" cutter for the holes.
Harkening back to my Mom's ingenuity (because I don't have specialized cutters), I found a glass that measured 3" and another kitchen tool that was 1". I placed the glass upside down and managed to form the donuts, then made the holes. In the interest of full disclosure, I cheated on the holes, because I just took the leftover dough and rolled them into balls.
The next step was to put the wannabe donuts on a floured baking sheet and let them rise for another 30 minutes. This time, I turned the oven on low (250°) and set the tray on top of the stove where the heat vents. They rose a little, but not much. Desperate times calling for desperate measures, I turned the oven off and stuck the tray inside for an extra 15 minutes. This helped a little, and I decided the poor things were as plump as they were ever going to get.
Then it was time to put them in the air fryer to bake/fry. The instructions said to load two donuts and two holes at a time and let them go for four to five minutes.