The creeper by the bike rack near the library? Ya, that was me.
I am Ronaldo, the super puppy fire hydrant!
Groot that was, and to Groot it shall return.
(But not really since it is made of plastic)
Wednesday, September 24, 2014
Wednesday, September 10, 2014
A photo I found under piles of computer files.
I like taking photos, but the quality is inconsistent at best. This is from a trip to Hawaii in November of 2011, and, for me at least, this is a really nice shot. The greens are vibrant, the texture of the churned up sand next to the smooth surface of the shoreline is a visually interesting contrast. The sky grows from the cloudy pale blue of the horizon to a more vivid blue seen through the palm fronds, and there is the movement of the ocean around the shore rocks frozen in place. I also like the way the photo is divided between the different textures of the setting, the rocks, sand, shore, sea, sky, and flora. And this is what I like to take photos of, the outside. I once took a trip to Yellowstone and took a million shots of Morning Glory pool, feeling like none of the pictures I was taking could fully capture the depth and vibrancy of the pool. I wanted to take home the awe I felt looking into the water, but could not capture it on film.
Ooooohhhh!! Things just got real! But not really.
I am hijacking my own blog!!! And I am taking you all with me! All 6 of you!
Now you may be asking yourself if you should pack anything? Clean socks, or snacks, maybe the good sunblock? Really, Rachel, what does this hijacking entail because there are sooo many responsibilities and frankly who can afford to be hijacked for too long before these responsibilities come knocking at the door, or tugging shirt sleeves, asking for cookies. Mmmm cookies...cinnamon cookies...lemon glazed ricotta cookies...Nutella cookies...Great Grandma Huff's peanut butter cookies...mmmmm. Wait, I was hijacking you, stop distracting me with delicious cookies!
On with the hijacking!!!
Now with that introduction, here is the anticlimactic, and sadly cookie free, hijacking. Or rather, think of it more as a forced journey--of school work. Dun dun dun.
School work?! Gasp!
Yes, I'm afraid so. You see, I am taking a photography class...
Gasp..oh, photography, that's not so bad.
...and will be posting photos here as part of a class requirement. Feel free to comment on them, suggest things which will improve the shot, or what you liked that I should continue to try to replicate, etc.
And now, for the school work! Eventually.
Tuesday, March 25, 2014
3.1415926535897932 is Math For Dessert
This has been in my drafts folder for a while, enjoy.
There are irrefutable laws in the world: the law of gravity, the nucleus of elemental iron contains 26 protons, butterscotch is gross always, energy can neither be created or destroyed - really one could go on and on listing the various laws that govern the natural world. But I do not want to highlight any of these natural laws (except for maybe the law listed third); no, this post is about another law. A law which is equally significant in all our lives. I speak of course of the observance of a nationally recognized mathematical holiday, I speak of Pi Day.
Pi is a mathematical constant; a remarkable number which never ends nor repeats, and is primarily connected to computations for circles. And not, I think, coincidentally, is a homophone for something wonderfully fantastic, which is also a circle. Charts!!! Ah circular graphical representation of data...I kid or calf, sometimes I foal, depends on my mood. March is the third month, thus, begining with the month, the fourteenth of March is 3.14, pi. The year 2015 will be even excitingier with more pi! More pie!!!! I mean pi, yes pi mmmmmm pie ghggghhhgghghghghghghhghgggghhghgh.*
Anyhow, as law abiding citizens of the world, my house and neighbor participated in
*For those not familiar with my typed sound effects, the long gh combination is the sound Homer Simpson makes when he thinks about delicious things.
Graham Cracker Crust
7 whole graham crackers, coarsely broken
1/4 cup (1/2 stick) unsalted butter, melted
2 tablespoons sugar
Black Bottom
1/3 cups bittersweet or semisweet chocolate chips (about 8 ounces)
2/3 cup chilled whipping cream
2 Tablespoons honey
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
Peanut Butter Mousse
1 3/4 cup chilled whipping cream
1 generous cup natural peanut butter
1/2 cup powdered sugar
Preheat oven to 350. Spray 9 inch glass pie plate with spray oil. Blend graham crackers, melted butter and 2 Tablespoons sugar in processor until moist clumps form. Press crumb mixture over bottom and up sides of prepared pie plate. Bake crust until lightly browned, about 15 minutes. Or, you just buy a prepared graham cracker crust like I did. It was cheaper than buying a box of crackers I wouldn't ever get around to eating.
While your crust is baking, or sitting on your table all prepackaged, in a microwave safe bowl combine chocolate chips, 2/3 cup cream, honey and 1 teaspoon vanilla. Microwave on medium for 2 minutes and whisk, if the chocolate is not completely melted, microwave for an additional 30 seconds. Whisk until smooth. Pour the chocolate into the bottom of your now finished pie crust. Freeze for 10 minutes.
In another, or the same just cleaned, microwave safe bowl, combine peanut butter and powdered sugar. Add 3/4 cup of cream and 1 teaspoon of vanilla. Microwave for 1 minute. Cool to lukewarm. Because natural peanut butter is used, the oil will separate and you will wonder what this oily mess is you are looking at and wonder how it could ever become a lush peanut butter mousse, but never fear, the power of whipping cream is here!! According to the original recipe, these are the final steps to making the mousse: Whip the remaining cup of cream with 2 tablespoons sugar until very thick but not yet holding peaks; fold into peanut butter mixture in three additions. Our reality was slightly different. We were short on cream, but mixed it up and folded it into the peanut butter. Then we emptied the remnants of a spray can of whipped cream into the mousse and stirred until it looked good. Spoon over layer of chocolatey goodness. Chill in the fridge for an hour, or a day, or whatever your patients will allow within that time range.
If you are so inclined, you can garnish the top with drizzles of chocolate and sprinkles of peanuts.
There are irrefutable laws in the world: the law of gravity, the nucleus of elemental iron contains 26 protons, butterscotch is gross always, energy can neither be created or destroyed - really one could go on and on listing the various laws that govern the natural world. But I do not want to highlight any of these natural laws (except for maybe the law listed third); no, this post is about another law. A law which is equally significant in all our lives. I speak of course of the observance of a nationally recognized mathematical holiday, I speak of Pi Day.
Pi is a mathematical constant; a remarkable number which never ends nor repeats, and is primarily connected to computations for circles. And not, I think, coincidentally, is a homophone for something wonderfully fantastic, which is also a circle. Charts!!! Ah circular graphical representation of data...I kid or calf, sometimes I foal, depends on my mood. March is the third month, thus, begining with the month, the fourteenth of March is 3.14, pi. The year 2015 will be even excitingier with more pi! More pie!!!! I mean pi, yes pi mmmmmm pie ghggghhhgghghghghghghhghgggghhghgh.*
Anyhow, as law abiding citizens of the world, my house and neighbor participated in
*For those not familiar with my typed sound effects, the long gh combination is the sound Homer Simpson makes when he thinks about delicious things.
Graham Cracker Crust
7 whole graham crackers, coarsely broken
1/4 cup (1/2 stick) unsalted butter, melted
2 tablespoons sugar
Black Bottom
1/3 cups bittersweet or semisweet chocolate chips (about 8 ounces)
2/3 cup chilled whipping cream
2 Tablespoons honey
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
Peanut Butter Mousse
1 3/4 cup chilled whipping cream
1 generous cup natural peanut butter
1/2 cup powdered sugar
Preheat oven to 350. Spray 9 inch glass pie plate with spray oil. Blend graham crackers, melted butter and 2 Tablespoons sugar in processor until moist clumps form. Press crumb mixture over bottom and up sides of prepared pie plate. Bake crust until lightly browned, about 15 minutes. Or, you just buy a prepared graham cracker crust like I did. It was cheaper than buying a box of crackers I wouldn't ever get around to eating.
While your crust is baking, or sitting on your table all prepackaged, in a microwave safe bowl combine chocolate chips, 2/3 cup cream, honey and 1 teaspoon vanilla. Microwave on medium for 2 minutes and whisk, if the chocolate is not completely melted, microwave for an additional 30 seconds. Whisk until smooth. Pour the chocolate into the bottom of your now finished pie crust. Freeze for 10 minutes.
In another, or the same just cleaned, microwave safe bowl, combine peanut butter and powdered sugar. Add 3/4 cup of cream and 1 teaspoon of vanilla. Microwave for 1 minute. Cool to lukewarm. Because natural peanut butter is used, the oil will separate and you will wonder what this oily mess is you are looking at and wonder how it could ever become a lush peanut butter mousse, but never fear, the power of whipping cream is here!! According to the original recipe, these are the final steps to making the mousse: Whip the remaining cup of cream with 2 tablespoons sugar until very thick but not yet holding peaks; fold into peanut butter mixture in three additions. Our reality was slightly different. We were short on cream, but mixed it up and folded it into the peanut butter. Then we emptied the remnants of a spray can of whipped cream into the mousse and stirred until it looked good. Spoon over layer of chocolatey goodness. Chill in the fridge for an hour, or a day, or whatever your patients will allow within that time range.
If you are so inclined, you can garnish the top with drizzles of chocolate and sprinkles of peanuts.
Thursday, December 22, 2011
Incredulous Frosting
You know when you are standing around chatting with friends, and make a seemingly innocuous comment.
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| Ya, I don't like frosting. |
The reactions can be pretty extreme.
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| Napoleon!! |
Heads explode into all sorts of pretty streamers and confetti.
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| But. But. Pjjjkkkkkk! |
Elderly men defend their devastated wives from your vile confessions.
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| Stay away from my Edith, you frosting hating she devil! |
People equate what you just said with harming kittens.
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| Mew. |
In frantic desperation, people begin looking for the exception.
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| But what about cream cheese frosting, every one loves cream cheese frosting! |
Now, you are reminded of why you avoid this confession all together.
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| Just eat around the frosting, and no one explodes. |
What wins you incredulous looks?
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
This is a Story, a Story About One Night and One Curry.
It was a clear and warm evening. August. It had been a mild summer but there was something in the air. A feeling. Something stirring in my gut. That feeling was hunger. I didn't mind it too much but I needed to fix it and fix it fast. I'd been hungry before, and I knew it would just grow and grow until I had changed, changed into the beast. The Ms. Hyde to my Dr. Jekyll. But I had bigger things to worry about. Bigger than the intensely alluring, yet grouchy Ms. Hyde.
Earlier in the week I bought a plane ticket to visit a friend, and I had made a deal with myself, a deal that would keep me in the pink. I have a habit, a habit of going to the grocery store more often that I need to. So when I bought the ticket I told my self, I would only buy eggs, soup, a lemon, and cabbage, and nothing else until my pocket book held more than lint. Enter my parents garden.
For the first time eggplants were growing well in my parents garden and I got one, along with a tomato. I knew what to do with the tomato, it went on tuna, tuna sandwiches, an old favorite around these parts, but not around much lately. But the eggplant? How did that figure into this whole caper?
Then I remembered. Dimples had a blog. Dimples was her show name, one I made up to fit the film noir feel I'm going for in this post. Only those introduced to her know her as Carrie. So I went to Dimples' blog and there I found it. She called it Baingan Bharta, but I knew it for what it was, what the title parenthetically said it was, eggplant curry.
A quick inventory of my supplies told me I was missing quite a bit. Plus, tuna sandwiches had already claimed part of the tomato I had. But Dimples wasn't just a looker, and my knowledge of her blog wasn't just a passing acquaintance. Dimples knew what she was doing in the kitchen, time on her blog had told me that. If she was missing an ingredient, she replaced it with another. Me, I don't like bending the rules that way. I stay inside the recipe.
I sliced my eggplant and mixed some curry powder, cayenne pepper, garlic powder and ground cumin into some cornstarch. I coated my eggplant and cooked it in some vegetable oil. It wasn't right, so I added some egg to the mix. It didn't taste like eggplant, and I like eggplant. I had to take a new tactic, but this was a tough nut to crack.
I looked in the fridge and the pantry. Then at the blog post. I had a sliced eggplant and Ms. Hyde lurking near by. I had a choice. I chose to bend the recipe, hopefully it wouldn't break.
I got out two carrots and chopped them up. I heated up oil in a pot, and added the carrots and eggplant, and I stirred. It needed more flavor, and I was saving my only onion for a different dish. I put in garlic and curry powder and I stirred some more. The eggplant was becoming translucent, but not fast enough. I put a lid on it and let it stew. But I couldn't just have eggplant and carrots. The recipe called for a diced tomato and I had to deliver. I grabbed a can of diced tomatoes and stirred it in my pot. Then I took out the can, opened it and added the contents to my pot. It still wasn't enough. I added cumin powder, and cayenne pepper. Then for kicks, I added ground ginger. It was getting hot in the kitchen, and I didn't know if I could stand the heat. I looked at the recipe again. It called for yogurt. The only yogurt in my fridge was lemon flavored and not mine. So I added almond milk, but yogurt is thick, so I added some of the curried cornstarch as a thickener and covered it. Time passed and I tasted the broth, it hit some notes but a couple of those were flat, so in went gram, gram marsala. Gram marsala was a sweet kid, but she had a kick, she would mix well with the other ingredients.
It was over all too fast, and I was facing the music. Would my curry stand or fail? Did I just waste twos of dollars of ingredients? I took a bite of the curry. The rice was still cooking and I needed to know if rice and I were dining alone. But a robust baingan bharta would be dining with us and I would use the good silverware.
Earlier in the week I bought a plane ticket to visit a friend, and I had made a deal with myself, a deal that would keep me in the pink. I have a habit, a habit of going to the grocery store more often that I need to. So when I bought the ticket I told my self, I would only buy eggs, soup, a lemon, and cabbage, and nothing else until my pocket book held more than lint. Enter my parents garden.
For the first time eggplants were growing well in my parents garden and I got one, along with a tomato. I knew what to do with the tomato, it went on tuna, tuna sandwiches, an old favorite around these parts, but not around much lately. But the eggplant? How did that figure into this whole caper?
Then I remembered. Dimples had a blog. Dimples was her show name, one I made up to fit the film noir feel I'm going for in this post. Only those introduced to her know her as Carrie. So I went to Dimples' blog and there I found it. She called it Baingan Bharta, but I knew it for what it was, what the title parenthetically said it was, eggplant curry.
A quick inventory of my supplies told me I was missing quite a bit. Plus, tuna sandwiches had already claimed part of the tomato I had. But Dimples wasn't just a looker, and my knowledge of her blog wasn't just a passing acquaintance. Dimples knew what she was doing in the kitchen, time on her blog had told me that. If she was missing an ingredient, she replaced it with another. Me, I don't like bending the rules that way. I stay inside the recipe.
I sliced my eggplant and mixed some curry powder, cayenne pepper, garlic powder and ground cumin into some cornstarch. I coated my eggplant and cooked it in some vegetable oil. It wasn't right, so I added some egg to the mix. It didn't taste like eggplant, and I like eggplant. I had to take a new tactic, but this was a tough nut to crack.
I looked in the fridge and the pantry. Then at the blog post. I had a sliced eggplant and Ms. Hyde lurking near by. I had a choice. I chose to bend the recipe, hopefully it wouldn't break.
I got out two carrots and chopped them up. I heated up oil in a pot, and added the carrots and eggplant, and I stirred. It needed more flavor, and I was saving my only onion for a different dish. I put in garlic and curry powder and I stirred some more. The eggplant was becoming translucent, but not fast enough. I put a lid on it and let it stew. But I couldn't just have eggplant and carrots. The recipe called for a diced tomato and I had to deliver. I grabbed a can of diced tomatoes and stirred it in my pot. Then I took out the can, opened it and added the contents to my pot. It still wasn't enough. I added cumin powder, and cayenne pepper. Then for kicks, I added ground ginger. It was getting hot in the kitchen, and I didn't know if I could stand the heat. I looked at the recipe again. It called for yogurt. The only yogurt in my fridge was lemon flavored and not mine. So I added almond milk, but yogurt is thick, so I added some of the curried cornstarch as a thickener and covered it. Time passed and I tasted the broth, it hit some notes but a couple of those were flat, so in went gram, gram marsala. Gram marsala was a sweet kid, but she had a kick, she would mix well with the other ingredients.
It was over all too fast, and I was facing the music. Would my curry stand or fail? Did I just waste twos of dollars of ingredients? I took a bite of the curry. The rice was still cooking and I needed to know if rice and I were dining alone. But a robust baingan bharta would be dining with us and I would use the good silverware.
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