Baking Bread

Since we are spending so much time in the kitchen these days, we have done some light rearranging to try to make things we use the most often easier to grab. I was hoping I had one of those storage drawers in the bottom of my oven that somehow I never knew about in the last 20 years. I pulled at the thing that looked like a handle and it popped off and revealed a dusty space and a big black spider scurrying off.

Oh well.

I think I already mentioned it once but I will mention it again, Kenji’s cooking videos are fantastic. Most of them are him cooking in his own kitchen making things he likes and dispensing little instructional nuggets. This is my favorite treat in the afternoons when my brain is tired.

He did a no knead bread video and I used this to change my technique. I thought that the really wet dough was a mistake and I was adding more flour. I was wrong. I also preheat my Dutch oven much longer and do a shorter cooking time. I’m still using sourdough starter.

The bread has come out fantastic. (Didn’t take picture of crumb. Too busy eating it. Sorry.)

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Here Figgy Figgy

Do you see what I see?

Yes, looks like Percy will give us a few figs this summer. I can’t wait! Except I have no choice.

I’m having some trouble dealing today. It feels like I spend so much more time on the computer. Every time I think I’m finished there’s some work thing I need to follow up on, or some financial thing that needs to be investigated, or some person that I have neglected to check in on.

I’ve been trying to get out to the backyard to putter and get some fresh air for almost an hour but I keep getting derailed. I’m going out there now.

I received an update from my dental insurance yesterday and I burned through my entire benefit by February 26. Yay me! My tooth feels better and I am super grateful that my tooth imploded before all this stuff happened. To the extent a person can be grateful about an imploded tooth.

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Apple Blossoms!

Remember the story of our old pretty apple tree’s demise and its replacement tree Sybil?

The tree has pretty apple blossoms right now. The tree isn’t big enough to handle more than a couple of tiny apples but I can’t wait to see what happens.

In other news, you maybe wondering if there is any news about the neighbors. It has been quiet over there. Only two cars. I’ve occasionally heard people out there at night. St. Patrick’s day was rowdy but not enough to complain about.

Until last weekend. Cabin fever setting in? They were loud enough to wake me up but I was willing to live with it and then the shouting started. And then screaming — it sounded like it was outside our window. Not like murder just like a furious, frustrated person.

I called 911. Later we saw EMTs and a fire truck over there.

I don’t know what was going on. I think it was a family dispute. We joked around about Glady Kravits because we were peeking out the window trying to figure out what was going on.

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Mugs and Containers Filled with Pens, Part 2

Bonus mug! Filled with old stamps of different denominations:

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Mugs and Containers Filled with Pens, Part 1

It’s funny how quickly marketing has adapted to our strange new world. I get a New York Times newsletter each morning and the ads are all for comfortable pants, softest sweats ever, and the most popular exercise pants finally back in stock.

The rest of them have to do with home cooking.

If you would like a mug like this, purchase link here.

My major league soccer newsletter comes every weekday and they manage to scrounge up content, too.

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It Beeps At Night

The tulips and daffodils are nearing the end. I include this because you can tell I planted these at the very end when I was tired of planting bulbs and I made these trenches in between dahlias which were still around when I put the bulbs in last fall.

A few weeks ago I heard a faint beep at regular intervals. I have ridiculously good hearing which is amazing for the amount of time I spent listening to loud heavy metal music.

I asked Bob if he could hear it and once I pointed it out he could hear it to.

We figured it had to be one of the smoke detectors in the basement.

Can you spot the bee?

Since it was the basement of course we forgot about it until one night Bob was up in the middle of the night fretting about something and he heard the beep.

Once he heard the beep he couldn’t not hear the beep and he stomped downstairs to deal with it.

Except he couldn’t find it. He checked all the various detectors we have down there and I recently upgraded and replaced everything so I was surprised we were having a battery issue to begin with.

The beep continued.

He searched everywhere. He started opening boxes and checking in drawers.

He finally found it on a shelf in this weird, dusty, spider-filled alcove behind the fireplace. He was not amused.

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Crying Over Creased Pants

That one tulip looks like its wiping its face. I thought about going back in and drawing eyes on it — but we have Creative Cloud and when I have Photoshop open my computer runs like it’s stoned so I hate using it. We’re going to give it up when Bob retires and I’ll learn to use something else which I’m sure will go smoothly.

Awhile back, one of the ladies at the retirement home good-naturedly told my dad that people were talking about him.

Later she told him it’s because he irons his jeans.

I shared this with colleague and he told me about a friend of his whose older dad likes good crease in his jeans.

This reminded me of once when I was in middle school, my grandma was staying with us and she ironed a gnarly crease in my jeans.

There was no way I was going to go to school and endure mockery on that scale and for middle school reasons, of course I wasn’t flexible enough to change my plans on what to wear.

I stood there at the ironing board, in my underwear, frantic to get out of the house, sobbing and furiously trying to get the crease out, blubbering with preemptive dread about the field day the kids at school would have with this nerd blunder.

Actually dork. That’s what I said to my grandma, “I’LL LOOK LIKE A DORK.”

She rescued me. She put a damp towel over the crease (a very specific detail I remember 40+ plus years later) and ironed it right out while gently tutting: I don’t understand what all the fuss is about.

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Olive, The Other Reindeer

Last Friday was our first time to leave the house in a couple of weeks. We had grocery shopping, an errand, and a Dad delivery.

Since the fridge was mostly empty, I completely cleaned it out — checking all of the condiments and rarely used items. I emptied the shelves in the door and scrubbed them clean. I pulled out the produce drawers and wiped them out.

It was shiny and beautiful.

But then —

I was rearranging items on the top shelf and in my gleeful reverie, flipped over a full deli container of olives.

Olive juice splashed everywhere and olives and juice dripped down on every shelf and into every drawer.

Oh poo! I said. (Kidding. I said a creative variety of many, many, many, bad words.)

Bob helped me take EVERYTHING back out of the fridge including the shelves themselves and we team-worked that thing clean again. Then we did our shopping and we’re good for at least another few of weeks.

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Plastic and Pasty

These are my flowerbeds 2 weeks ago. It would have been headline news if not for all the other stuff going on. Long gone by now.

When I was a freshman in high school I arrived at my locker one morning and someone had hastily scrawled “plastic and pasty” in pencil across it in small letters.

Because of course I did, I fretted about this.

Was this intended for me? If so, what did it mean? It’s a strange insult.

Did people thing I was plastic? Or pasty? I didn’t have a huge circle of friends or enemies. I kept to myself so it was unlikely that I had stirred up trouble with someone.

Plastic I can guess — phony? At that age anyone can be accused of acting phony. But pasty? Pale?

I didn’t erase it, I left it there. I mostly hoped the message wasn’t aimed at me.

But 40 something years later I still remember it. I can picture the exact location of my locker — I can’t remember my locker location for any other year.

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How is Everyone Doing?

Bob and I moved in together in March of 1996. Who knows math? Is that 24 years?

And today, for the first time in our relationship, we cleaned house together. He has no excuse to get out.

We are hanging in. Working from home is going okay. Bob finished grading last week and he’s on spring break.

We eat lunch and dinner together and mostly cook here and get takeout a couple times a week to support our local businesses.

Yesterday we watched Parasite which we had mixed feelings about — too much to articulate at the moment. It is definitely worth seeing.

I wanted to watch something light before bed and after scrolling through a jillion possibilities, I ended up starting the Colin Firth Pride and Prejudice, which is the best Pride and Prejudice. It almost seems like now there are so many choices of things on TV, it’s too hard to pick something. I don’t want to waste my time on anything I’m ambivalent about

And with the current state of the world, I’m having a hard time getting into new shows and I don’t want anything that’s too big of a bummer.

The flowers look amazing. I hope all the people getting out and walking their dogs are saying the same thing.

If you’re running out of things to do, I recommend drawing with Lynda Barry. First person cooking with Kenji is fun, too.

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