Wednesday, July 30, 2008
That trendy "no knead bread" recipe came along, and is really good, and even kind of sour if you follow the Cook's Illustrated recipe which cheats by adding a bit of cheap lager beer and a tablespoon of vinegar. But now, I'm getting bored with that and I want to build some real sourdough.
So, on my counter right now is a really bad smelling (eau du barf) starter. I think I've failed again. This was a "no fail" rye and water starter. Maybe I'll go back up to The Fresh Loaf site and try the deluxe natural starter that many posters on the site say works great: http://www.thefreshloaf.com/node/233
According to sourdough experts on thefreshloaf, it is exactly odiferously bad as it should be right now...it won't smell "sourdoughy" for a couple of days. Phew....maybe I'll succeed this time!
b. Monday 7/28/08
d. a few days later...
RIP. I knew ye little. Back to the drawing board.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Monday, July 28, 2008
1. My Kitchenaid stand mixer
2. The bulk bins at Sunflower market
4. Cool looking security doors
5. Finding a bag of See's chocolate hearts from Valentine's Day that I hid too well in February
6. Both of the girls napping at the same time today
7. The spinning bike
8. Crayola washable markers
But then it hit me like a lightning bolt: if Dad hadn't have been in that car accident in Florida, would his heart anomaly (I still don't know how to spell that) have been caught? What about the partial artery blockage? He was injured in such a way that was bad enough that he had to be admitted and have a thorough check, but not so badly as to cause permanent damage. Not too little, not too much, juuuuust right.
Please Lord, don't let me doubt your perfect plan!
and....Satan (or as they called him, Fiend). She was really interested in this picture at first, wanting to know all about his pointed teeth and horns. We explained that Satan doesn't look like that really, but probably is beautiful because he is the Father of Lies and an Angel of Light to try and deceive people. She kept saying, "hey, look at Satan, look at Satan."
After church today she could hardly wait to paint a page. She announced, "God wouldn't want me to color this picture, so Mommy, will you tear it out and throw it away? Thanks, Mommy."
Saturday, July 26, 2008
- 1 part olive oil
- 1 part vinegar of your choice (balsamic, white, cider, wine, red wine, japanese)
- Some dijon mustard
- a bit of sugar (raw is great)
- Dried herbs
- Maybe some garlic (powder or fresh)
- Salt and pepper to taste
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Ilsa drew her first smiley face -- unfortunately it was on an erase-board toy; fortunately I took a picture before she wiped it. Okay, on to the real post, and in no particular order:
1. The ER staff at St. Joe's -- they really cared about Ingrid were so kind
2. The drive-thru at the Donut Wheel
3. Free DVD checkout at the library
4. Friends who I can call out of the blue and carry on a conversation with them like I'd seen them yesterday, and hadn't seen them in months/over a year (KB and MF you know who you are!)
5. Online airplane ticketing
6. 1 day Netflix delivery
7. Frozen pizza
8. Monsoon rains
10. My Alltel circle
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Thursday, July 17, 2008
No one else was around. And it was rush hour. And the airbags didn't go off...and the pen in his pocket shattered as he hit the steering wheel so hard. AND HE DOESN'T HAVE A BROKEN BONE OR A BRUISE ON HIM. He's very sore...
The Lord surely had his hand on his faithful servant.
I just wish either myself or my mom could be out there with him. It must be lonely in a hospital with no one to be with you...
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Saturday, July 12, 2008
It was beneficial to read Quo Vadis (QV) and The Hiding Place (THP) in succession. Both speak to the dissolution of moral/social structure, persecution, tyranny. Both also portray selflessness in the face of the seeming need for self-preservation.
Some great discussion points:
- Corrie's sister, Betsie was her "Aaron" -- just like Moses had doubts and fears, so did Corrie, but her beloved Betsie always put her back on track and pointed her face back to the Lord's face.
- What could have been a source of lifelong disappointment for many women, actually made easier Corrie and Betsie's task to save hundreds of lives: neither were married; they were "spinsters". But without spouses or children, their lives were freed-up to complete this mission.
- Corrie thought that the activities conducted within the "Beje" (their business and home) were so secret. But much of Haarlem knew! And kept their secret, too.
- Corrie was over 50 when interned at Ravensbruck.
- The smallest details of our lives are important to the Lord...and possibly working a good that we will only know later, or never. Corrie wanted to curse the fleas -- Betsie thanked the Lord for them. Later, those fleas kept the guards away, giving Corrie and Betsie freedom to conduct Bible studies right under the guards' noses.
Then we started talking about childrearing, adoption, storytime at the library, subtle social messages in children's books (I CAN'T STAND "The Rainbow Fish". Maybe I'll blog on that sometime.) Oh well, so much for enlightened discussion, but it was great while it lasted.
1. My new breadpan with true corners
2. Cinnamon swirl bread
3. Cooler temps (didn't break 100 this week)
4. My Mom and Dad's prayers
5. My husband's sense of humor
6. Ingrid's creativity
7. Ilsa cuddling
8. Breyer's natural vanilla ice cream with hot fudge, whipped cream, sprinkles and a maraschino cherry...and the spinning bike
10. A perfect dental checkup and Ingrid's first experience at the dentist -- great!
Friday, July 11, 2008
Corrie (or the author as she relayed the story to) had an easy way of telling a story. She was able to describe the horror of Nazi occupation and then the inevitable sentence to the concentration camp in a way that was not grotesque, yet did not lessen the impact of that horror. She even interjected quite a bit of humor.
The message of forgiveness is THE POINT of this book. God forgives us. We must forgive our enemies. She regarded the Word of God worth her life -- literally. She risked her life to have a Bible, or at least portions of a Bible, always with her while at Ravensbruck (women's concentration/extermination camp in what became East Germany). She "managed" to hold onto her precious Bible even through the humiliations of "medical" exams (strip searches). The Lord had His hand on her, for sure! The Bible always made it through.
Corrie Ten Book was a remarkable woman. I think I will add her to my hypothetical "any-10-people-you'd-wish-to-have-for-dinner" table.
Many of the Amazon.com reviewers claim that the book starts out slow. I wholeheartedly disagree. It is contemplative, but not slow. It was necessary for her to set the scene explaining her idyllic and somewhat shielded childhood in Haarlem, Netherlands.
I bet your church library has a copy -- check it out.
The girls were out on the patio by the wading pool today. I asked them what they were doing because they kept coming in and getting kitchen tools. Ingrid told me they "are making gamisch." I asked what "gamisch" was. She said, "it's a chemical that is very dangerous. It can kill you. It's like Satan, but it's not." I find that very humorous for some reason...
I wonder if this is a safety-police approved use of the Rody???
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
I'm about 75% done. I still am a little dark as to how it is going to end. Quite engaging. The characters are complex and interesting.
So far, the most compelling theme is that when societal constraints are removed, we revert back to traditional forms: agriculturally-based, traditional gender roles, etc... For example, the first person narrator comments that all on the town council are males who aren't "serfs" in the community. The women work hard, but are protected by the men. When a husband dies, the wife and children are taken in, even by a single man, who will protect her/family. One wealthy man is determined to remain comfortable in his wealth, so he has turned his estate into a medieval manor; he is the lord, and hiw workers are the serfs. He provides safety, food and shelter in exhange for performing work on his estate. The importance of beauty is another theme. As life is bleak, hard and unforgiving, and there is no electronic entertainment to divert ones mind, the people of this small village have put effort into their gardens and homes. The one church is very important to community life, and as such, is very well-maintained. When members of this community venture out beyond their immediate township, they realize that what they have is very special and unique: the rest of society has tanked.
Strip malls, suburbs and the mobile society are irrelevant. Large cities are violent pits of despair and desolation. Small, rural, interdependent communities are the only chance for any sort of positive life.
Do I know enough to maintain a home without electrity, refrigeration, running water, a grocery store? Would I be able to educate, train and entertain my children? Would we thrive or just get by?
There are aspects of the book that are bothersome:
Some social conventions seem to have disintegrated. Marriage is still an institution, however, for reproductive purposes (due to radiation, illness, communicable diseases, etc.) women and men often seek other than their spouse for "service". "Religion" (vocal Christians specifically) are all portrayed as either hypocrites or absolute nut jobs, but to be fair, so are pagans and atheists...it's the sort of nominally "pious" people who are the "normal" ones. (Is this accurate? Maybe....) The clergy in this book all swear, get drunk and are morally loose or "look the other way".
Life is bleak, and food is basic, but in this town, not hard to come by, but still basic. The people welcome any sort of intoxication. I think it is a form of entertainment and escape for the townspeople. Pot grows wild; people cultivate poppies; doctors use these to create their only forms of anaesthesia -- interesting. Distilled spirits, wine, ales and other beverages are commonplace and valued. However, they don't just intoxicate themselves into oblivion every night...just sometimes.
It is kill or be-killed. There is a sense of justice, but no formal framework to maintain or pursue justice or the upholding of the law.
Okay, the next book I read is going to be happy, happy, joy, joy...