So, the dishwasher (that was here when we moved in 8 years ago) has finally decided to quit washing stuff even moderately well. Pieces of the racks and silverware basket have been breaking off for awhile but it’s been okay at the washing. This weekend it left black stuff all over everything. Done dealing, apparently.
I remember when we got our dishwasher when I was younger. I think I was in 8th or 9th grade. It was one that you rolled over to the sink and hooked up to the faucet with a hose. I hated emptying it. But since I had been the dishwasher up to that point, it was better than the dark old days.
I didn’t have a dishwasher again until we bought this house. I think. There may have been one at the first duplex the OAM and I rented when we moved to The City. I remember things about that place, but a dishwasher doesn’t jump into my head. Broken water heater flooding the downstairs, OAM pissing on a stray cat who kept hanging around, Azathoth (cat, not elder god) peeing on my papasan chair multiple times until I got tired of getting new cushions for it and threw it away (apparently there was a lot of peeing going on in that duplex). OAM buying his Camaro and putting it in the ditch that winter, making margaritas for the first time and hating them – tequila, blech. A cat – not sure which one anymore – falling off of the stair railing, OAM pinging and hucking the fire detector into the woods across the street when it wouldn’t stop beeping at 2 am. But no dishwasher memories.
Anyway, I’ve been doing dishes by hand for the last several nights. And because we have a tiny ant infestation that is not being eradicated by Terro, my normal ant scourge, I’ve been having to do them every night after dinner. First bad thing.
Second bad thing – doing the dishes every night means that I have it put in my face every night that we really don’t need more than 2 plates. Which is bad because my regular grocery store is next to Pier One.
So to sum up, my dishwasher broke and now I have to find a new grocery store.
…Now ain’t you ashamed er yo’se’f, sur? I is. I’se ‘shamed you’s my son!En de holy accorjan angel he’s shamed er wat you has done;En he’s tuck it down up yander in coal-black, blood-red letters—“One watermillion stolen by Wi’yam Josephus Vetters.”
En what you s’posen Brer Bascom, yo’ teacher at Sunday-school,‘Ud say, ef he knowed how you’s broke de good ole gol’n rule?Boy, whah’s de raisin’ I give you? Is you boun’ fuh to be a black villion?I’s s’prised dat a chile er yo’ mammy ‘ud steal any man’s watermillion.En I’s now gwiner cut it right open, en you sha’n’t have nary bite.Fuh a boy who’ll steal watermillions—en dat in de day’s broad light—Ain’t—Lawdy! it’s green! Mirandy! Mi-rand-y! come on wi’ dat switch!Well, stealin’ a g-r-e-e-n watermillion! Who ever yeared tell er des sich?Can’t tell w’en dey’s ripe? W’y you thump um, en w’en dey go pank! dey is Green;But when dey go to punk! now you mine me, dey’s ripe—en dat’s des wut I mean.En nex’ time you hook watermillions—you heered me you ign’ant, you hunk,
Ef you do’ want a lickin’ all over, be sho dat dey allers go ‘punk!”
I read this poem as a child.
I didn’t grow up in a racist household. My parents actually never said a word about race. It would never have even occurred to me to think anything in particular about someone because of skin color. People were people and were to be treated with respect and kindness. My community was not diverse, I’ll admit. We had one black family and one Mexican family in a town of 6000. Otherwise we were pretty pale folks. I didn’t hang out with the kids because they were popular clique, sports clique and stoner clique and I was neither. I will also admit that I didn’t travel in large circles when I was in school. There could well have been, and undoubtedly were, people with racist outlooks. But my family, my church, the friends I ran with – we just never even talked about it.
There are those nowadays who would point to that as evidence that I’m racist. After all, if you don’t notice race and go out of your way to make a big deal out of noticing it AND you like a poem from a racist era AND you like Brer Rabbit stories… well, isn’t it obvious?
All I know is that this is the way I still remember how to tell if a watermelon is ripe. Not that I can tell “pank” from “punk,” though… And Mom & Brother & I occasionally will reference “coal-black, blood-red letters” and we still call them “watermillions.”
I notice that a lot of the poems I loved as a kid are written in dialect. I wonder if that’s where my love of dialect in writing began.
Took me a few to get it. Teefury has it today in silver, black & sand backgrounds. Firefly fans… get ‘em while they have ‘em! :)
So there is all this uproar in certain circles (circles that have nothing better to do apparently) about the wasting of water in the ALS ice bucket challenges. To these people who are advocating sending bottled water to Africa instead… #1: you can’t send enough bottled water to Africa to save anyone. #2: you obviously have never tried to send any package of any weight to Africa. I spent $30 last year on a printer paper box full of supplies to send to a school in Tanzania. It would have cost me $167 to ship that package. I ended up sending them money via Western Union instead. They got a lot more benefit out of that. But even that was a drop in the bucket. Africa’s issues go far beyond money or even access to clean water. It is absurdly simplistic to think that even ten thousand people sending water there would make any lasting impact beyond making the donors feel good about their Selflessness and Awareness.
Lastly, get a life. Seriously. Quit harshing on people who are doing the same thing you want to do – raise awareness for a cause they feel strongly about.
Not as good as the Best Chocolate Cake Ever but really good.
They call it a Dark German Chocolate Cake but I’m not sure why. If it doesn’t have German chocolate in it, this recipe is pretty much a sheet cake recipe.
1/2 cup vegetable oil
1 cup buttermilk
2 cups sugar
3/4 cup cocoa
2 teaspoons vanilla
1 cup hot water
1 3/4 cups flour
1 1/4 teaspoon baking soda
1/2 teaspoon baking powder
1/2 teaspoon salt (optional)
Heat oven to 350F. Grease and flour two 9 inch pans, two 8 inch pans or one 9×13 pan. Combine oil, eggs, buttermilk, sugar, cocoa and vanilla. Beat 2-3 minutes till well blended. Gradually add water till well incorporated. Combine dry ingredients. Add to wet mixture and beat till well blended. Pour into prepared pan.
Bake 25-30 minutes till tops of cakes spring back when lightly touched. Time may increase a bit for 8 inch or 9×13 inch pans. I can’t remember. Cool cake completely before frosting.
If you aren’t frosting the cake, adding salt is a good idea. There was also some speculation between me and my mother about using Dutch processed cocoa or not. Conventional wisdom is that if relying primarily on baking soda for rising, you need the added alkali from the Dutched cocoa. I did not find that that was the case but Mom did. Her cake didn’t rise. Mine did fine. Her baking soda and baking powder are new so it isn’t that. I’m down to thinking it’s her oven.
If you are frosting the cake, this is a nice take on the traditional coconut pecan frosting that usually goes on German chocolate cakes.
1 cup powdered sugar
2 tablespoons cornstarch
2 cups heavy whipping cream
2 1/2 cups shredded or flaked coconut
1 1/2-2 cups chopped pecans
Mix powdered sugar and cornstarch together in saucepan. Whisk in cream till smooth. Cook over medium heat, whisking constantly, till mixture boils and thickens. Whisk and cook one minute longer. Remove from heat. Add coconut and pecans. Cool before frosting cake.
Well, I’ve been working my way out of a job but they keep coming up with stop gap stuff when I think I’m in danger of them realizing they are paying me for not working. Someone tell me the one about how the economy is improving again?
Eh. Anyway, I’ve been reading a lot but it’s all been largely forgettable. The Storyteller by Jodi Picoult is the only thing I’d recommend. I really enjoyed it.
I’ve managed to make it to the gym once a week for the last 3 weeks for a 1/2 hour stationary bike ride each time. I am losing precisely no weight but my hope is that I’m building a habit a little at a time.
I’ve got a Labor Day weekend jaunt to Vegas with my aunties, so that will be full of food, spa and giggly stupidity. Everyone needs some stupidity in their lives from time to time. Keeps you from getting uppity.
I’ve taken on a huge project that has been keeping me happy by testing my organizational skills (yes, I am that huge of a geek). I’m setting up a tea festival. There are tea festivals/conferences on the coasts, but none in the midwest. Yet Kansas City and the surrounding area have at least 5 independent boutique tea merchants/tea blenders plus several shops that resell teas from some of the bigger companies. And if I can help expand exposure to quality tea, maybe there could be more demand for it, which would mean more places for ME to get tea! So all I’m really doing is indulging my obsession for planning stuff and for drinking tea. There are tons of things to take into account for an event like this, new stuff to learn and many, many ducks to be prodded into line.
So in pursuit of input from those with experience organizing tea events, I’ve convinced my mother that she & I need to take a trip to the Northwest Tea Festival in October. Seattle in October. Probably not much more impressive weather-wise than when the OAM & I went in November, but I know with my mom along that I won’t be on a 2000 mile road trip after I get there. We will actually see stuff in Seattle instead of just everywhere around it. Don’t misunderstand, the road trip was interesting and enjoyable and we saw absolutely tons of cool stuff – just that none of it was in the city we were ostensibly visiting. :)
And that’s about it. It doesn’t sound like much but that’s what’s been keeping me occupied. I’m paying attention to the world in flames but I don’t have a damn thing original to say about any of it and talking about it on my little middle of nowhere blog doesn’t improve any of it either.
I actually got my bosses to send me to a work related conference last week. Sure, it was outside of Baltimore, and I had zero time for any sightseeing but it was amazing they sent me at all. Our management team is notorious for making any learning or training happen on your own time, for free over the internet or through (often) substandard in-house training. With the recent purge of almost all of our IT department there isn’t anyone around anymore to ask about more complex issues. Plus, after hemorrhaging a metric assload of experienced personnel they announced this year a “renewed commitment to the employees.” So, by leveraging those things and tying it to current projects I got them to agree to send me.
Anyway, it was well worth going. I picked up a lot that will help me and made some contacts with the folks who design and maintain our software. Super nice people and exceptionally customer oriented.
They fed us breakfast and lunch for the two days and dinner on the first night. It was all buffet style at the hotel where the conference was held. I usually expect buffet style meals to be pretty bland because they are catering to the lowest common denominator. So the Tex-Mex lunch was pretty flavorless but expected. The dinner where the only alternative to seafood were hot dogs, was not expected. At least the corn muffins were good from that meal. The Italian lunch was actually not bad for buffet Italian, I will admit. And the lemon cream cake was really good.
There was a decent tres leches cake with the Tex-Mex lunch as well. Got me thinking – I’ve yet to make a really good tres leches cake and I had cream from my last tea party that was about to go bad. So today I grabbed a recipe from the King Arthur Flour cookbook and whipped one up. And I do mean whipped. Whipped egg whites, whipped egg yolks, whipped everything. It is more like a thick sponge cake than I expected. Haven’t tried it yet but the batter was tasty.
And we also have a pineapple upside down cake. Hey, the oven was on. Gotta make good use of heating up the house, right?
That one came from the spa visit Mom & I had on Saturday. As part of the package we had Thai Ball Facials. Just the name sounded questionable but when I saw no Thai men at the spa I relaxed some about it. Turns out it was an assortment of herbs wrapped in soft muslin balls that were warm and damp (and that doesn’t sound much better, does it?). Those were then used as part of the facial massage. I’m really not sure what it was supposed to accomplish. I mean, it felt nice but I can’t see that it would have done anything for my skin.
But the herb… orbs (there, that’s better, right?) smelled like pineapple upside down cake. Which immediately gave me a craving. So we are set for dessert for a couple of weeks, I think.
These little bites of deliciousness are super easy to make and even tasty cold.
4-6 medium white potatoes
shredded cheese (original recipe said gruyere but I used cheddar and parmesan mixed)
rosemary if you like
3/4 cup heavy whipping cream
Heat oven to 400F. Grease 12 muffin cups. Slice potatoes crosswise into about 1/8 inch thick slices. If you have a mandolin slicer it makes it even easier to get thinner slices. Place 2-3 of the smaller diameter slices in the bottom of the muffin cups. Sprinkle with less than a teaspoon of cheese. Salt and pepper and rosemary. Layer in 2 more slices of potato, repeat with cheese and seasonings. One more layer of potato slices and seasonings then slowly pour 1 tablespoon cream over each stack. top with cheese. Bake 30 minutes till cheese is brown and stacks can be easily pierced with fork. Run knife around stacks to loosen and pop out.
You can make fewer than a dozen, but if you are already going to dirty up some of the muffin cups, may as well get them all! They keep well and reheat well. Even though our first dozen didn’t make it to reheating – they were pretty tasty cold for breakfast on Saturday morning!
I’m not sure where I saw the link to this recipe. Wherever it was, thank you! This one is a keeper.
By the talons of Thong-Schwee Narbiscus, Scooby Doo Mystery Incorporated is actually pretty good.
It’s hugely tongue in cheek, makes fun of itself constantly, and is surprisingly clever. The OAM had read praise for it on some sci-fi type websites and found it on Netflix. Tons of recognizable actors doing voices – Jeffrey Combs playing H.P. Hatecraft (who else could do it?), Harlan Ellison as himself, Patrick Warburton as the Sheriff, Amy Acker, Clancy Brown, Beverly D’Angelo…
I was never a big Scooby Doo fan as a kid. It was more something I watched to put off doing chores for another 30 minutes. This take on it, written by soooo many of the same authors as the original, is worth wasting 30 minutes on here and there. Even without chore-ducking as an excuse.
Dunno if it’s worth paying by the episode on Amazon Prime, but if you can find it free or with a subscription you already have, I’d give it a shot. :)
In addition to really liking the music, I love the way it is being made. She is using foot controls to sample her own playing, then using those samples to accompany herself.
I see over at Ace’s that the overnight thread last night mentioned Snowpiercer and the high Rotten Tomatoes rating it gets.
I don’t understand why it gets such a high rating there. Normally we are pretty much in alignment with those folks and if RT gives it high marks, we’ll at least find it passable.
Snowpiercer is a truly awful, hole-filled bit of bullshit masquerading as “science” and “engineering.” It’s only a step or two above The Core.
I know it’s just a movie and just entertainment, but the bad things were just sooo bad I couldn’t get to my “fictional characters” place and enjoy it at all.
For the love of T-Rex! Don’t. Watch. It.
I know a lot of you who wander through here also wander through Ace’s so I thought I’d give a warning. :)