November 25th, 2015

2013, cyd, new

"Of Cabbages and Kings"

EVERY damn afternoon! When I am at my most productive while the sun is up, the internet goes out. I am typing this into Notepad++. The computer keeps shutting off, and when it stays on, I can’t access the web. And I have some really important Google searches to do.

The Charlie Brown Christmas Special is on at 8, so you know where I’ll be from 8-9pm. And then NCIS:NOLA. BTW, I tried creating a workable drinking game for that show, but there are so many Southern tropes to be used that they really haven’t had to repeat one, yet. Maybe after this season, a pattern may start to emerge.

Speaking of drinking games, CSI:Cyber had a sentence in it Sunday night that would have required drinking straight from the bottle until you spit. I mean, they PACKED this sentence. It’s all about the phrasing. And I think someone actually (this would make the 2nd time, that I am aware of), referred to the “dark web” instead of the “deep web” when they did, indeed, mean dark web.

I keep trying to learn Japanese history, so that I have something to talk to Doc about that is about him. Aside from the shrines and architecture, I keep running into really ugly things that they have done throughout history. I maen, for such a reserved, proper group of poeple, they have a nasty mean streak. When I learned about the Kamakazi fliers, I got a clue how ruthless they were. How focused they were on a common goal that the one truly did not matter. I spent a lot of time trying to see Truman’s side of things, how he could get so savage, to drop those bombs, even after he knew the war was effectively over. Did he do it because they, with their actions through history, had dehumanized themselves in his eyes? Karmicly speaking, they deserved it for past transgressions as a country? Was that how Truman saw it when he ordered the B-52s on their flights? It’s worth a thought.

So, I just talk to Doc about the shrines and the buildings and the gardens I find. The places I want him to visit and photograph the next time he goes home. I llove his photographs. He has an unusually aesthetic eye. The things he does/chooses artistically are always really pleasing to the eye, but not necessarily for conventional reasons. That’s why I want him to photograph me. But I want him to be into it. I want his creativity that comes out so rarely.

And, yes! Doc is snoring (good, he needed a couple hours sleep). And it is getting darker. And the internet is still not on. I’m going to go smoke a cigarette and see if my cola is cold yet, I’m sick of this stomach ache, and I know cola will cure it. Even though I hate drinking the stuff, it is SO bad for me. And it is so sweet. I know I put a lot of sugar in my coffee, but it is nothing compared to a glass of cola. It makes the remainder of my teeth hurt.

I just ordered three Wilton cookie cutters. The only Xmas ones I have are a tree and a Dala horse, and that’s only kind of Xmasy.

My mixer came today! I’m making cookies tonight! Just as soon as I clean up what Doc did to the kitchen. I am SO stoked. And now the cable is back on, and I have stuff to do. So, um, bye.

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I read ten reviews of lists of gallery plugins for WordPress. Seven of the ten recommended one plugin in particular. I have downloaded it and installed and activated it. Now I am reading the user manual online because it turns out this plugin has a very steep learning curve.

I made a batch of what I am calling “Enhanced Snickerdoodles”. I added a bit of vanilla and orange zest to the cookie dough because I find it quite plain. And I spent so much time making it fluffy and folding in the sifted flour, I want the flavor to match the texture.

I apparently bought the Bugatti of hand mixers. This doesn’t go to 60, it starts at 60. It has at least 575 horsepower. I’m going to paint racing stripes on it. I was not ready for that. And I still didn’t trust it to mix the flour into the wet ingredients. I have this pathological fear of overworking the dough. I did that once with cookies. There is nothing worse than a chewy sugar cookie. It was horrible.

Now the dough is chilling, a necessary evil, since I lowered the flour a bit because I found them too dry. I will wait until they are baked and I have tasted a finished one before I decide if I’m going to post the recipe. Once again, it no longer resembles the original, so I’m now claiming Enhanced Snickerdoodles as my own.IMG_0035

I still need to eat. Dammit. Maybe I’ll make tuna melts in crescent roll dough. That should be fun to eat. And lots of fun to make. I wonder if the tuna in the fridge is still good, or if I have to make more. Hmmm. I’m not getting up right now. I cleaned the kitchen that Doc trashed with a bbq adventure before I made cookies. I am sitting. And I should be reading that user manual. I can’t fill the site with content until I have a working gallery with which to display said work. It’s been fun changing colors and everything, but it’s time to get serious about what this site is all about: showcasing me.

Tomorrow, I think I will paint the child’s chair that Doc found me. I’m going to paint the seat and back rest a deep blue, then tape off wide stripes and paint the rest black. That will be my “stand” for my product photos for the PRH store. I’m not sure if I will take the pictures outside, or what. It is supposed to get cold and windy again tomorrow. I may have to set up across from the sliding glass door to get decent light for photos. I just need to get a few items up and the cart and such configured. I have a long list of things I need to do. Like set up the member area. Though I have nothing to put in it, yet, so that is waiting a bit. But I could at least get it configured and put up a bulletin board or something.

Okay, enough. Back to reading. Once I learn it, no power in the ‘verse can stop me.

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Enhanced Snickerdoodles

Enhanced Snickerdoodles

Cream together:

2 beaten eggs

1 1/2 cups sugar

1 cup butter

1/2 tsp. vanilla

1/2 tsp. orange zest

Until fluffy, set aside.

In a smaller mixing bowl, sift together:

2 1/2 cups unbleached all purpose flour

1 tsp. baking soda

Dash of salt

Fold dry ingredients into creamed mixture. It will get harder as you go, but it is worth it for a light cookie.

Chill dough for 1/2 hour, a necessary evil, as the dough is less than firm when finished. Adding flour would solve this, but would also make for a dry cookie, and no one wants that.

Form dough into small balls (I use a melon scooper to scoop the dough and then roll it in my hands), and roll in a bowl containg !/4 cup sugar and 2 tsp. cinnamon. When the dough ball is covered, place on an ungreased cookie sheet.

Bake at 400 degrees for 7-9 minutes. Err on the side of a bit raw vs. overcooked. A few seconds too long and the sugar on the bottom of the cookie turns to solid carbon, yuck.

If the cookies get stale, put them in a ziplock bag with a piece of bread for 12 hours or so and they will be nice and soft again (this works for any cookie).

Review: Crispy on the outside and moist and toothy inside. The orange zest doesn’t come through obviously until the aftertaste. As you eat the cookie, it is just a subtle thing, dancing with the vanilla. The orange and cinnamon go very well together, and the amount of vanilla is small enough not to discolor the dough.

I used a melon baller to measure out the cookies, so they are all really small. I got 6 1/2 dozen out of this recipe, very petit cookies.

Today, no fucking around with recipes, I will find the one I am looking for and follow it to the letter. It’s a chocolate cookie recipe that I have never tried before.

And Doc brought home more chocolate chips. Mostly for fudge.

And I think I’ll make some Tract Housing Quiches today. We up the class by using crescent roll dough as the crust instead of biscuit dough. This should be interesting.

Doc has given up on getting my Thanksgiving dinner. So I’m left with a can of candied yams, pumpkin pie filling, condensed milk, pie crust and redi-whip. So I’m having pie on Thanksgiving. Pie and cookies. And fudge.

Try these cookies, they are grand!


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