I know you think of me as a serene country dweller, at one with Nature and The Universe (right? right?? Bueller?) but as some know, I am a part-time City Dweller, and I have been in the city for a week or so. (I came especially to go to the class reunion, oh joy.)
Even at its best, the city tends to get on my nerves, with its traffic and dirty air (no hanging laundry out) and general city-ness. This week our home has evidently been declared the epicenter of a massive denude the suburbs project. Every day from sunup till sundown, I have been treated to the ear-splitting whine of duelling chainsaws that no amount of double-glazed windows can muffle. And the chipper. Oh, the chipper. I am about to go all Fargo on somebody if they don’t move this thing pretty soon.
Here’s the Knitted Tube of What, and while I do appreciate the suggestions of using it to wrap up Whore Barbie and dispose of her in the river or whatever, unfortunately Whore Barbie has been subpoenaed in the Eliot Spitzer prostitution ring case. So I may make a purse strap out of this.
In a bit of Good News, the bread book is a screaming success. Here are the loaves I whipped up for dinner last night. I had to make the second one, because I mostly ate the first one before Rick got home, and I thought it might be nice for him to get a small taste with dinner, too. It is dead easy to make, and really does require about a minute to scoop out a loaf’s worth and form into a ball. Then it rests on a cornmealed pizza peel for 45 minutes, and bakes 30 minutes on a pizza stone in a hot oven. The crust is super crackly and the interior is moist and good. A winner for sure. I’m looking forward to trying all the variations in the book. There are even recipes for sweet breads. I guess I’m going on the all-carb diet now.
Also, the fresh interior, when scooped out at just the right moment and rolled tightly, makes excellent ear plugs. A small problem trying to get them out. What?
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You just crack me up. Who knew that Barbie had worked her way so far up in the whore chain? I just thought she was trailer trash! That bread looks so good. If I didn’t eat pasta for three meals a day I might try my hand at making bread. Oh hell, I might do it anyway. I’m sure all that stuff about carbs is just an urban myth. I’ll try to remind myself though not to stick it in my ears. Thanks for the advice. Left to my own devices God only knows the trouble I can get into.
yum fresh baked bread? i’m totally impressed!
Never underestimate Whore Barbie. She’s DEEP.
Oh that bread does look great wait to go.
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