Friday, January 29, 2010
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Me: MH, which do you think looks better--the black or the brown?
MH, scrutinizing my outfit: The black. Definitely the black.
Me, looking in the full-length mirror: Are you sure? I kinda like the brown. I think I'm going to wear the brown, actually. Would that be really bad?
MH: Well, yeah, it would be.
Me: I'm wearing the brown.
MH, as her face contorts into a look of disgust: Okaaaay, but like I said . . . the brown's pretty terrible.
Children can be so honest sometimes.
(Photo via JennyLeigh)
Monday, January 25, 2010
Three photos. That's all I mustered this weekend. Taking pictures just wasn't on my to-do list. And thankfully, there wasn't much of anything on my to-do list.
I really needed to practice some relaxation this weekend, since I clearly have such a problem with doing nothing. So I got the cleaning/errands/odds&ends out of the way and actually made time to do things I wanted to do, like make headbands and take a bath and start some Valentines (I'm feeling so crafty lately, I suppose I should run with it!) I got around to finally trying this recipe, too (which, by the way, is delicious).
All in all, I had a nice weekend--even though I'll admit I'm already excited for this Friday . . .
Tell me: how was your weekend?
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Super-Flax Whole Wheat Boule
1 cup + 1 T. flaxseeds
2 T. sugar, agave nectar, or honey
0.25 oz. active yeast
3 c. flour
1 1/2 c. whole wheat flour
1 1/2 t. salt
(Or, like me, just use 4 1/2 c. white flour if you don't have whole wheat.)
Place 1/2 cup flaxseeds in a bowl, cover with water, and let soak overnight.
Combine sugar, yeast, and 2 cups warm water in bowl and let sit for 5 minutes.
Grind remaining 1/2 cup + 1 T. flaxseeds in a coffee grinder. Combine in a bowl with flour and salt. Drain soaked seeds and add to flour mixture. Add yeast mixture and stir until a dough forms.
Knead on a floured surface until no longer sticky, adding flour as needed. Roll into a ball and place in a greased bowl, letting rise for 1 hour. Punch down, and let rise for 1 hour more.
Roll into a tight ball and place on a large, greased cookie sheet. Brush with water and sprinkle with flaxseeds and cut a tic-tac-toe crisscross in the top, if desired. Bake at 400 degrees for 45-60 minutes, or until loaf sounds hollow. Let cool, and then slice.
I prefer mine topped with melted cheese and cup of coffee in the morning. Nothing beats it.
Keep a smile on your face!
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Either way, I'm smitten.
You see, I'm trying this alternative lifestyle (did I hear someone say diet? I didn't say that. I said alternative lifestyle. You know, alternative to my old gain-ten-pounds lifestyle. The word diet implies it's bound to fail, in my mind. So it's an alternative lifestyle. Say it with me: ALTERNATIVE LIFESTYLE.) In other words, reading Smitten Kitchen all day is making my insides churn and my tongue seize up. I need some carbs and I need them now.
Fortunately, A Day That Is Dessert somehow heard my inner plea for help and sent out her latest post into the blogosphere for me to find. She made rice pudding for dessert, for her family. Um, PRINT. I brought that recipe home with me and whipped it up pronto. It sure did placate my Smitten Kitchen obsession. I'm not sure how fond I am of rice pudding to begin with, but if I was, this would be one great recipe. It was Vanilla Almond Rice Pudding, actually, and it was divine.
Unfortunately, my body tried to make up for the day-long goodie-starvation and forced my mind into thinking an entire bowlful would be okay. Now, my tummy hurts and I'm pretty sure I just confirmed my fear of lactose intolerance. Oops.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Later that afternoon, as the sunlight was just beginning to fade away quickly, MH convinced me to go outside with her while she went sledding. I told her I wouldn't sled, but that I'd take my camera along as she played on the big hill in our backyard. "I'll sled slowly so you can take some good pictures," she told me. Sometimes I think she could be a ten-year-old photographer.
Even though I hate bad lighting and all these photos are somewhat dull-looking, the grey light on these dead hydrangeas seemed too perfect to pass up.
Monday, January 18, 2010
Put on boy's hockey skates that barely fit? Sure!
Fear desperately of the couple-inch-deep water cracking? Of course!
Try not to roll my ankles and topple over like the Abominable Snowman? I'm so there.
(Note: I know skating in a human-made rink in a public park hardly qualifies as ice skating, but it was about 40 degrees and rising quickly, so we didn't want to take our chances. By the time the sun rose fully and we were heading home, there was already a layer of slush across the ice and I was practically running off of it. No, I wasn't afraid of falling into two-inch deep water, but I sure was afraid of falling in, losing my balance, getting my skate stuck, and landing on my ass. And, more importantly, dropping my camera.)
It seems as if we're standing on absolutely nothing in this picture. In actuality, you could see the twigs and leaves frozen on the layer of cold dirt at the bottom, as if we were looking into some amber fossil with a mosquito in it like in Jurassic Park. I don't know why that scared me so much--maybe it just looked too eerie.
I guess I'm going to have to muster up a little more courage if I want to go ice skating in DC when MH and I visit Rachel in February, or gasp! on a real pond!
Do you have any traditions or must-dos for the winter season? I need some ideas to get me through this dark and dreary month!
cooking carrots and parsnips.
lots of reading.