Alex stayed home from school yesterday.
He said his stomach didn't feel well. In fact, when I asked what kind of not feeling well it was, he said "I feel like I have The Puking Sickness." Ah. Well then. So I kept him home.
This week's TWD monster cookie recipe was chosen by Mary of Popsicles and Sandy Feet, and you can find it on page 86 of Dorie's Baking: From My Home to Yours. You know, every now and then I feel like I should just bow out gracefully from the Tuesdays with Dorie gang, citing my lack of regular posting. I don't think I've done more than 2 recipes per month in ages. Lots of reasons, lots of excuses, good days, bad days, and so on. But then I bake something and participate and feel a part of a community and I think okay, I can do this. I really don't want to quit.
Especially when we get to bake fabulous cookies like these.
This past Saturday morning I helped my father out photographing a 5K road race sponsored by the hospital in my home town (where I was born, and both my kids), and after that I zipped home in time to see the last half hour or so of Alex's little league game.
I joined Bill and Julia where they were sitting, and Bill told me Alex was 2 for 2 so far and should be up again soon. I let Julia take pictures with my camera...told Bill how things went with the race and my picture-taking...and Bill mentioned that he didn't think Alex was wearing his cup. He'd told Alex to get it, but didn't know if he had. And he didn't check.
No, that's not a misspelled street address, though wouldn't that be a great name for my future goat farm and bakery? You know, some day when I'm rich and I can buy a chunk of land, raise dairy goats (and cows, too, because I love cows) and make all sorts of cheeses? And breads? And other stuff? Sigh.......
A few minutes ago I flipped over my Farmhouse Cheddar and put it back in the mold and under 20 lbs of weight. It sat under the weights all night - for a total of 12 hours, and will remain under 20 lbs for another 12 hours. Then tonight I peel off the muslin/cheesecloth and set the cheese on a wooden board to start the drying process.
Our friends across the street welcomed their third son into the world last month, and the kids and I decided to make a baby quilt for him. I let the kids go digging through all my fabric and pick out colors and textures they thought would be appropriate for a baby boy.
Originally I was going to do this appliqued extravaganza, using about 50 different cookie cutter shapes the kids had selected.
Then I snapped out of it and decided on something simpler and, ultimately, much more personal and special.
Yes, I'll admit it right off the bat.
My kids sometimes watch iCarly. Which, if you haven't heard of this show, is where the idea for these tacos came from. Carly's older brother, Spencer, came up with the idea, apparently.
Anyway, Alex and Julia had been requesting spaghetti tacos for some time, and so I finally made some.
This week's Tuesdays with Dorie recipe was chosen by Melissa of Love at First Bite. I love biscuits - and these do not disappoint. I was surprised at how much I liked them, despite the complete lack of butter in the recipe. They were slightly sweet, tender, and a hit in our house.
I didn't take a lot of pictures while I was making them - I was trying to do about four different things at once. No excuse, but there it is.
So, I mixed the dry ingredients together, then added in the cream and mixed it together quickly and shaped it roughly into a circle.
I rolled that out to half an inch thick and rather than use cutters, I just sliced the whole thing into...well...mostly squares. Some triangles.
And that's my story.
Lots of thanks to Melissa for picking this week's recipe! If you'd like to make these yourself, you can find the recipe on her blog or in Dorie Greenspan's Baking: From My Home to Yours.
And a bit later I'll have up my Tuesdays with Dorie post (shocking, I know), and who knows what else.
It's school vacation week, so Bill and the kids are home this week, which is wonderful and fun and at the same time it throws me off, since I don't have any sort of schedule to follow.
Walk MS: 2010 in Narragansett was yesterday. The weather was varied - cold, drizzly, then sunny for a while, and then overcast and chilly again. Crazy. Typical New England spring weather. And at least there was no downpour, though I was ready for that, too.
I want to thank those of you who donated to this very worthy cause. Some of you left comments here, some of you didn't. Regardless, I want to acknowledge your generosity...so, thank you to:
I seem to be on a water fowl theme lately. A bit. Okay, just a tiny bit. But still.
This morning, this cold, drizzly, Opening Day of Little League Baseball pictures/ceremony/first game morning, Alex and I went to the police station, which is where team pictures were being taken.
We parked in the farther away parking lot and hurried through the damp air, across the parking lot and the wet grass, to the station's main entrance. Other little groups of parents and kids were arriving, too. Kids with their brand new team hats, their matching jerseys and matching socks, and their winter coats or rain coats on over everything.
It was cold.
On Saturday, at some point, though I am having a hard time remembering now. Maybe it was Friday. I don't know. I should check the picture file. Hang on...
Okay, yes, it was on and off on Saturday. Aren't you relieved to have that straightened out?
Anyway, on Saturday, I came fairly close to reorganizing my work area in the basement.
As I mentioned in the post prior to this one, this past Saturday (April 10, 2010) was Opening Day of Trout Season in RI. Alex and Bill brought home three nice sized rainbow trout - all three just under a pound. Bill grilled them, using lump charcoal and some cedar scraps in the smoker, and the resulting meal was wonderful. We ate two of the three trout (all three of the heads, thanks to Julia's usual resourcefulness in that department), and here's what I did with the one remaining leftover trout body.
This past Saturday, April 10th, 2010, was, in case you were wondering, Opening Day of Trout Season in Rhode Island.
Those of you who have been reading this blog over the years (or who know my husband) already know that this is THE High Holy Day in my husband's life. He WILL NOT make any other plans on that day. In fact, if, for some crazy reason, I had gone into labor with either of my children on or just before Opening Day of Trout Season, it is quite possible someone else would have cut the cord and Bill would have shown up at the hospital later, with a freshly caught trout dangling from a stringer for his newborn child.
Hi everyone, my family and friends and readers out there,
Just a little reminder that this coming Sunday, April 18th, 2010, I'll be participating in Walk MS: 2010, to raise money for MS research, and if you would like to donate to this very worthy cause, I'd be so appreciative that I'd enter you in a giveaway I'm doing. Details are here.
And a heartfelt thank you, also, to those of you who have already donated, or who have participated one way or another in similar fundraising efforts in your own town or state.
And now, back to my regular posting. Or...well, in a little while. I have to type stuff first.
(I found this today while I was going through a bunch of stuff in a bin in the basement.)
Subtitle: "A modern version of a nice idea."
Once upon a time, but not too long ago, an ugly duckling was born - or hatched, rather.
First of all, I can no longer keep track of time.
I used to have the sort of annoying memory where I could obnoxiously say "No, that was on November 2nd at 2:35 in the afternoon, and you didn't say that, you said this...."
(Oh, and I have to interrupt myself because Julia just came halfway down the stairs to say "remember the store we went to when we got my dress for the father/daughter dance?" and I said "yes..." and she said "did we get leggings?" (she means tights) and I said "well, no, we put them back because you were going to wear sandals and we wanted people to see the nail polish on your toe nails, so we didn't get the leggings." (this was at the beginning of march, by the way. a month ago.) and her face clouded over, she sighed, and rested her sorrowful chin on the bannister. Then she looked at me with tragical eyes and murmered "well I really wanted leggings......" sigh. I have - yet again - been a great disappointment to her. How DOES she go on?)
Anyway, years ago my memory was a frightening and wonderful thing. And probably very annoying to people, too.
The book I used, by the way, is The Book of Bread, by Judith and Evan Jones, and was originally published in 1982. I've got a paperback copy, and I think I probably bought it in the very late eighties/early nineties, which is when I was starting to really build my cookbook library. I have a bunch of bread books, in particular, that I bought in those years.
Every Easter for the past bunch of years we've gone to my cousin and his wife's house for brunch. They do an easter egg hunt for the littler kids, and everyone hangs out eating way too much food. That's kind of it in a nutshell.
Every year I offer to bring something to add to the brunch, and this year I was asked to bring coffee cake like I'd brought to a little get together we'd had back in January. The coffee cake I'd made then had pears, but I didn't have pears on hand - I had a lot of apples. And I didn't, for some rebellious reason, want to make the same exact thing I'd made before.
* Hung out a load of laundry this morning. I don't know why I love doing that so much, but I do. It's not a chore at all.
* Bill's brewing a big batch of beer with his friend, John. But that's outside, so I have the kitchen for me.
First, in case you were wondering, my basement is dry. We were so lucky. All the flooding and home evacuations and submerged vehicles and complete loss did not happen to us. We were so lucky.
The kids' school was closed, though, because the sewage treatment center for our area was broken and underwater, so they were asking everyone to conserve water by not doing laundry, running the dishwasher - or flushing the toilet unless absolutely necessary. But we can flush now, so our minescule hardship is at an end.