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A series of inconsequential events
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shalmestere. We walked the dogs, then went to the farmers' market in Union Square: one or two vendors still had ramps, several still had asparagus and green garlic, and several had strawberries (the first of the season). The rhubarb wasn't red, but we picked out some that was at least firm and not obviously inhabited. Also picked up a bison London broil, some smoked turkey breast, and a tiny plastic pot of chervil.
Came home (by which time the vaguely-threatening skies had become a downpour), threw out a few remaining Strawberry Shaped Objects from the supermarket, put everything away, and potted the chervil. Since it was raining, and since I've usually had better luck baking bread on rainy days, and since my previous batch of bread came out sour, dense, and crumbly, I started mixing up some LC bread dough. As soon as that was rising,shalmestere and I cut up rhubarb and strawberries and made some LC strawberry-rhubarb crisp, which was quite tasty (even made from beige rhubarb), especially with a little cream yogurt dolloped on top.
Finished reading The Girl with No Shadow, the sequel to Chocolat. It has more emphasis on magic than did the previous book, which in turn had more emphasis on magic than the movie "Chocolat". The author did a puzzling thing, introducing a new character on Page 1 without suspense as a serious slimeball, even though most of the characters don't realize what a slimeball she is until the last few pages; I'm wondering whether a movie-maker would make the same choice. And although there's a wonderfully ominous build-up to the final show-down, the show-down itself left me a bit unsatisfied and unconvinced.
We walked the dogs in the park, stopping to chat with a neighbor (something we don't do often) about trees in the neighborhood, public transit, etc. On our return, we found that the bread had risen beautifully, so I put it in the oven and started chopping onions for a festive summer dinner of bratwurst. On a tip from "Cooks Illustrated", we zapped the onions for a few minutes, baked the brats on a bed of onions (pan covered with foil to keep in the steam), then took the brats out to finish on the electric grill. This worked very nicely, although there was enough exuded water in the baking pan that the onions never browned at all. We cut both heels off one of the loaves of bread (which came out much better than last time!) and pretended they were hot-dog buns.
A friend who had been arrested yesterday for participating in the monthly "Critical Mass" bicycle-ride (as she has a number of times before, so she knows the NYPD holding cells very well) got out, and called to arrange to get together tomorrow to discuss bronze-casting (she had promised us some belt-mounts in exchange for a GFD we made her).
chargirlgenius just bought a Roomba, a vacuum-cleaning robot, so we looked at the videos and the company Web site... it's awfully tempting! And I'm suddenly reminded of Door Into Summer, in which (IIRC) the first robot the protagonist designed was a smart vacuum cleaner. Of course, Heinlein wrote in 1940 or so that they were on the market in 1970, a few decades before reality managed to catch up.
shalmestere. We walked the dogs, then went to the farmers' market in Union Square: one or two vendors still had ramps, several still had asparagus and green garlic, and several had strawberries (the first of the season). The rhubarb wasn't red, but we picked out some that was at least firm and not obviously inhabited. Also picked up a bison London broil, some smoked turkey breast, and a tiny plastic pot of chervil.Came home (by which time the vaguely-threatening skies had become a downpour), threw out a few remaining Strawberry Shaped Objects from the supermarket, put everything away, and potted the chervil. Since it was raining, and since I've usually had better luck baking bread on rainy days, and since my previous batch of bread came out sour, dense, and crumbly, I started mixing up some LC bread dough. As soon as that was rising,
shalmestere and I cut up rhubarb and strawberries and made some LC strawberry-rhubarb crisp, which was quite tasty (even made from beige rhubarb), especially with a little cream yogurt dolloped on top.Finished reading The Girl with No Shadow, the sequel to Chocolat. It has more emphasis on magic than did the previous book, which in turn had more emphasis on magic than the movie "Chocolat". The author did a puzzling thing, introducing a new character on Page 1 without suspense as a serious slimeball, even though most of the characters don't realize what a slimeball she is until the last few pages; I'm wondering whether a movie-maker would make the same choice. And although there's a wonderfully ominous build-up to the final show-down, the show-down itself left me a bit unsatisfied and unconvinced.
We walked the dogs in the park, stopping to chat with a neighbor (something we don't do often) about trees in the neighborhood, public transit, etc. On our return, we found that the bread had risen beautifully, so I put it in the oven and started chopping onions for a festive summer dinner of bratwurst. On a tip from "Cooks Illustrated", we zapped the onions for a few minutes, baked the brats on a bed of onions (pan covered with foil to keep in the steam), then took the brats out to finish on the electric grill. This worked very nicely, although there was enough exuded water in the baking pan that the onions never browned at all. We cut both heels off one of the loaves of bread (which came out much better than last time!) and pretended they were hot-dog buns.
A friend who had been arrested yesterday for participating in the monthly "Critical Mass" bicycle-ride (as she has a number of times before, so she knows the NYPD holding cells very well) got out, and called to arrange to get together tomorrow to discuss bronze-casting (she had promised us some belt-mounts in exchange for a GFD we made her).
chargirlgenius just bought a Roomba, a vacuum-cleaning robot, so we looked at the videos and the company Web site... it's awfully tempting! And I'm suddenly reminded of Door Into Summer, in which (IIRC) the first robot the protagonist designed was a smart vacuum cleaner. Of course, Heinlein wrote in 1940 or so that they were on the market in 1970, a few decades before reality managed to catch up.
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His name is Rover. He's even better at crumbs than crazy Rosie. :-)