These days I mostly try not to write. My life is so full of work and family and weeding. But every now and then, my brain starts to itch and the only way to scratch that itch is writing. This is where you will find my most recent scratchings.
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Bread Every Day, Part 2: Techniques
For many years I thought, with all kinds of cooking, that the ingredients determined the product. I’d measure carefully everything on the list, disregard the brief instructions and expect it to come out. Certainly quality is important– you can’t make good food out of bad ingredients, but the quantities involved in a recipe are often not so exacting as I had once thought (sometimes they are necessarily un-exacting) and particularly, what you do with those ingredients is not to be underestimated. A handful of items– flour, butter, eggs, sugar, yeast and baking soda– can yield pretty much every kind of…
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Mama Rage
Hey friends, I’ve had a shitfuck coupla days. I feel ready to turn in my chips. I know it has much to do with the time of the month, but does knowing that help in any way? Not particularly. I have a few posts in my draft box entitled Mama Rage. But nothing ever gets very far. When I feel like this, I write like crap. No one wants to read that self-pity/self-loathing shit scribbled in the full heat of the scream. And after, when I’ve come down, it’s the last thing I want to think about. Move on. Get…
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Bread Every Day, Part 1: Ingredients
I started making bread when I was 14. I know. I was a weird kid. I also wore peasant dresses and a hooded brown woolen cloak to school. I read wild plant books with the fervor usually reserved for Teen magazine and sometimes I even washed my peasant dresses by hand in the bathtub. The bread making was the first real action I took toward a lifestyle which I spent whole school days fantasizing about. And once I started eating that rich, nubby homemade wheat bread on a regular basis, I was hooked. I have made almost all my own…
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It’s How You Play
You aren’t even reading this. You’re skipping right down to see if you won, aren’t you. Bad girl. Don’t you know, it’s not whether you win or lose, but how you play the game? You all played your hearts out. Many a sad story was told. Many a project promised. One shameless reader posted a second comment to see if she could up her odds by pleading 50 pounds of frozen plums and eight months pregnant. Impressive. And yes, Anisa, I’ll bite. I do love me a shameless dame. You win. The other 9 winners are: Kylie, Terri, Heather, Amanda,…
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