When we were in Orleans, the persimmon tree was starting to produce. Mom was in charge and she picked a lot of persimmons. For some reason I thought I didn’t like persimmons but I was wrong. Persimmons are like the fruit you would invent if you could invent a fruit — a cross between a peach and an apple.
Last night I was half-dreaming about these last persimmons. I need to turn them into pulp so I can make cookies. My husband and brother love persimmon cookies.
I did not understand my own goal for NaNo. I thought it was 250 a day but I guess it was more like 400 a day. I need focus Monday and Tuesday if I’m going to make it.
All the time I will see the time stamps and think: I was awake then. First thing when I get up I go look out the window. Sometimes when I wake up in the middle of the night I take a peek out the window.
Finally! The other night I was in the kitchen around 8pm and one of the motion lights went off. Then I spotted a raccoon scooting along the back fence.
The regulars seem to be these three that I think are a mama and her youngsters. Then one that’s always by itself and has a crooked tail. And then one with no tail.
I watched the latest season of the Great British Baking Show. When it came to the caramel episode I learned 3 things.
The first is that they say it care-a-mell. I’ve always said it car-muhl.
I brought this up with several people who said they also say car-muhl. So I guess it’s an American thing?
The second was more of a realization that the place is Carmel (car-mell) and has nothing to do with caramel.
Third, I have made caramel a couple of times with not great results. One time, I referred to the finished product as “ruin your dental work” cookies. Now I see that it was operator error and that caramel is hard for everyone.