Monday, August 30, 2010
Mrs. G. and Derwad Manor are back. Mrs. G. formerly created and managed and wrote for the Women's Colony, but that came to an end a few months ago. Before WC, Mrs. G. wrote Derwad Manor, but left that to go to WC. And now she is back!!!
I called older daughter to tell her about this great news, but SHE ALREADY KNEW and hadn't told me. She said that if I were on Twitter and Facebook, I would have known, but since I choose to be ignorant of new communications forums, tough luck. (Not really. She apologized for not telling me.)
My favorite of Mrs. G.'s new posts?
This one, about her brief flirtation with joining the Peace Corps.
Or maybe this one, one of her great letters to her mother.
Or this update on her neighborhood.
Well, whichever, I'm just glad she's back.
The reason we need a cat tree is that Baxter climbs EVERYTHING. Yesterday dh had the ladder out when he needed to change some light bulbs. He turned his back and this is what happened:
The day before, dh happened to look into the dining room, and there was Baxter, on top of a large box I had put on the table, reaching up into the chandelier, planning his climb into it.
This boy needs a tree! But since he must be an indoor cat, he can't have a real one.
Why he is an indoor cat:
He was born under a deck where the home's owner had been feeding 24 wild cats and kittens. As soon as the cat-rescuer thought the kittens were old enough to take away from their mothers, she rescued them. Baxter and his siblings went to live in the rescuer's home, where there were also seven adult cats and two adult dogs. They all got along and as a result, Baxter has no fear of other animals OR of humans. As the rescuer said, he has no sense.
Last night, we joined some friends who live about three miles from us for dinner, and they had had a warning issued to their neighborhood that several coyotes had been seen repeatedly wandering through the area. Another friend who lives in that neighborhood had her cat killed by coyotes two years ago. That same evening, she went outside to see two coyotes standing at her mailbox--- as if waiting for dessert, perhaps?
We had a rabid raccoon on our deck last year, and recently another neighbor was chased through her yard by a rabid raccoon. She fell, and the raccoon leaped and missed; the woman was able to get up quickly enough to run into her house and close the door before the raccoon could get to her.
Who knew the suburbs could be so dangerous.
So Baxter is an indoor cat, and we have ordered a much less elaborate tree than the one above, and certainly MUCH less expensive, thanks to Overstock.com.
Poor deprived, under-appreciated Baxter!
Thursday, August 26, 2010
It took the 19th amendment to the Constitution to do it, but women suffragettes were finally victorious.
I can't even imagine how it would feel to not be allowed to vote. Weird idea now, isn't it?
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Anyway, reading that reminded me of this sign posted in front of a house in my neighborhood. Dog owners are supposed to pick up after their dogs, but apparently someone isn't.
What this homeowner will do when he gets film of the scofflaw I can't imagine. Shoot the guy? Kick the dog? Call the police? I don't know.
Nice try though.
This is made from yarn younger daughter picked out when I was visiting her in Los Angeles, and I was sure that I could make a scarf out of it. I probably can, but not this scarf.
I will frog this (AND it was knit on size TWO needles-grrr....) and start again. I may use some gorgeous Rowan silk haze yarn, or I might look for a coordinating sock yarn on Thursday.
In the meantime, I will work on the fronts of this vest I am making for one of my two older granddaughters. I will eventually make two of them, and since they wear the same size now in most clothing, they can share. (Their mother laughs, scoffs at this concept.)
Monday, August 23, 2010
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Of course it is. That's why I keep trying and trying and trying and.....
Yesterday I tried to make sugared/spiced pecans by following a recipe from a friend's Junior League of Somewhere cookbook. This is the recipe:
2/3 cup pecans, chopped
2 tablespoons butter
1 tablespoon sugar
1/2 tsp. salt
freshly ground pepper, to taste
According to the recipe, all I had to do was saute all the ingredients until the sugar caramelized. That's what I did. Then, following instructions, I put the pecans in a small paper bag to cool.
This is the result:
Yes, they look fine, but they were awful---very, very salty with no sugar flavor at all.
I called my friend, the great cook, to see if she had any advice. She looked up another recipe and told me to put it all together, melt the sugar, and then boil for five to eight minutes. She also warned me that even a few seconds too long, and the pecans would go from caramelized to burnt.
She was correct.
And do you see all the butter soaking the bag? A lot of the butter is absorbed by the pecans, but not all of it. Heart attack in a bag, that's what these things are. If you could eat them. There is no word to describe how really awful burned, sugared pecans taste. It took a shot of Tequila to get rid of the flavor. Really.
So then my friend suggested I look online. And I followed the recipes I found, none of which called for butter or for sauteing.
This is the result. Can you see the pecans? Neither can I. The recipe called for coating the pecans with foamy egg whites, and then coating them with sugar. Then baking them. I think I used too much egg white.
They taste almost right. Sugared but with a LOT of crunchy merengue.
Later in the evening my friend called to tell me that she thought that I could BUY sugared pecans - already made! - at Fresh Market. I looked on their website and there they were.
So first thing this morning, that is where I went. And I bought these:
Lesson learned. Let someone else do the cooking whenever possible.
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Monday, August 9, 2010
I have just come up with an IQ test for both kitten and human:
Hypothesis: A human is smarter than a kitten.
Procedure: Conduct the Chase the Red Laser Dot test many, many, many times.
Results: Knittergran (test human) gives up way, way sooner than does Baxter (four-month old test kitten).
Conclusion: Knittergran is smarter than Baxter.
Therefore: Humans are smarter than kittens.
(And no, I wasn't chasing the dot; Baxter was. Thanks for asking.)