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Pudding
Both the Oregonian and NYT Food sections have big articles about pudding this week. Completely different articles written by different people. Is late February pudding season? Does pudding go hand in hand with the Lent season? What secrets does pudding have to offer?

Both articles include something called Indian Pudding, NYT’s is Indian Cornmeal Pudding and this apparently has some connection to American Indians. I had no idea. Where did the tribes get the milk?

I recently found a blog via megnut where a woman is going to cook everything in the French Laundry cookbook. I thought she had a post where she talked about challenging herself in the kitchen and I’m not finding it right now so either I’m making it up or just can’t find it because, as usual, I’m doing this in a big hurry. This is just like the whole Julie/Julia project where another woman cooked everything in Julia Child’s Art of French Cooking Cookbook.

I’m not insane enough to attempt to cook every recipe in a single cookbook but this got me thinking about trying harder to find recipes for things I haven’t made that would be fun and yummy and take some work. The thing I like about cooking is the tangible reward after all the work is done that can be shared and appreciated by others. My least favorite part about cooking is dishes.

I don’t mind general dish duty but when I’m into a big complicated thing and every pot and bowl and tray and spatula in the kitchen gets dirty and I have to constantly stop and wash and dry for reuse, or put away so I have a place for the next steps or else I have to reconfigure the dishwasher to cram more stuff in or empty it and that eventually makes me cranky. I should point out that I’m the kind of person who can’t go to bed if there are dirty dishes in the sink.

At the moment I’m wondering about making one of these pudding recipes this weekend and I have more to say but there are people paying me to write a memo about the Indian Civil Rights Act and not to write about me and my recipe selection strategy so perhaps a sequel tomorrow.

My Office Window

(Dang, when I first did this I had cute little arrows pointed to the different items but when I saved it they disappeared and I don’t have time to fix it right now. OOF!)

Update: Okay, arrows fixed. What I forgot to mention earlier was how he cleaned the window. He has a little suction cup and he used it to help himself swing back and forth like a tick-tock — I swear I’m not kidding — and he swept his squeegee back and forth to clean the window. It took about 10 years off my life just watching him (meaning trying very carefully not to watch him).

And to answer angelfeet’s question: this is only the second time in two years I’ve had someone wash the outside window and last time they used one of those elevator bench things that goes up and down and it was two guys. I hope we do have the same guy because a photo series would be awesome. I also thought it was funny that as soon as I took out my camera he stopped what he was doing and smiled for me.

The Kitchen of the Sahara Continues
So I tried this new cookie recipe from the newspaper and what a giant forking disaster. I was supposed to beat some butter with sugars and then add a mixture of flour, cocoa and baking soda. There was salt, baking soda and vanilla as well. The recipe said it might be a tad crumbly but not to worry about it. Divide my dough.

Does anyone see a problem here?

I actually stood there with the recipe in my hand thinking: okay, I know what a stick of butter is, right? I know what a cup of flour is, right? I even know that if you just scoop your measuring cup in the flour you’re likely to scoop too much so I don’t do it that way. I have no idea what went wrong but either the recipe was corrected later and I missed it or the magical drying vortex of my kitchen struck again.

That pile of dust can’t even fake being dough. Side note: the scary red color comes from the raspberry-chocolate chips.

I gamely packed my dust into logs by sheer force of will and wrapped them tightly! with plastic wrap and stuck them in the freezer. Then I made the gumbo which turned out fantastic. There are few cooking smells as delicious as when the finely chopped celery, onion and bell pepper hit the roux in the pan.

Time to bake the cookies.

That red thing is the silicone baking mat which at this point, I don’t love or hate. The recipe said not to worry if when I sliced my cookies, they got a little crumbly, just stick the cookie bits back together.

The cookies that look like turds? Those are crumbs I squeezed in my fist to get them to hold together.

The whole mess was still crumbly out of the oven but I thought what the hell: we’ll call it scrapple. Wikipedia says that scrapple is a savory mush and something about offal. What’s that stuff they have at the frozen yogurt store that looks like cookie crumbles? I thought they called that scrapple.

Bob ate half the pan and said they were great.

I finally took the time to figure out how to use Google Reader and I would give you a link but everything I try just brings up my Google Reader which as it turns out, is sort of like every time a drug addict turns on his computer, there’s a big pile of drugs sitting there.

I thought this was going to be a great time saving device and I wouldn’t be clicking on blogs that haven’t been updated. No this has turned into an obsession of I must keep up with every post. It tracks all my blogs even when I’m not around so when I log on, all the posts I used to miss, are right there waiting for me. To be perfectly honest I completely love it.

I had a fabulous day in the sun. I took a few photos. My NaBlo prize, in part, was a Flickr Pro account and I’m trying to use it more although can’t stop suffering from photo insecurity. Here’s the feed if you want to subscribe. You can do that with Google Reader, too. I can’t believe I’m pimping for Google.

On my walk a dog ran out and barked at me and chased me. I should have taken a photo but it all happened so fast. Of course, the dog was a big as my fist and wearing a pink sweater and his people were calling him (her, it, whatever) Mimi so I wasn’t scared this time.

Tomorrow is no computer day and I’m planning on some writing and sewing and making of delicious gumbo. And feeding the sourdough. I can’t get that baby to thrive.

Today is one of those magical days we get around here, usually a bit later than this, when it’s warm and sunny and unbelievably perfect. You could never appreciate it unless you’d spent the last several months dark and cold and damp and knowing full well that from now until July there will be plenty more of the same.

I just went downtown to pick up our vegetables and everywhere I looked there were people walking or biking or pushing strollers or playing with dogs. Even the squirrels smiled and waved when I drove by. That’s why I’m going to spend the day inside watching television.

Just kidding! I’m going to go for a walk and take pictures and do a bit of yardwork. Maybe vacuum the inside of the car. Maybe even read for a bit on the front porch, one of my favorite things to do when it’s sunny and not too cold (or warm, depending).

I don’t spend a lot of time reading the newspaper for a lot of reasons but one major reason is that it’s so negative and doomsday. This morning I read 3 great stories.

(1) There were some hijackers on a plane. They didn’t speak French so the pilot made an announcement in French telling the passengers what was going on and warning them that he was going to do a bumpy landing and when the hijackers fell over, to be ready. He did exactly that and the passengers kicked the hijackers asses. Excellent!

(2) A champion paraglider was caught in a thunderstorm and lost control and flew higher than Mt. Everest. When she saw the weather situation she radioed her ground crew and basically said, “I’m toast, it’s been nice knowing you.” She even lost consciousness but later landed and lived. Cool!

(3) There was a local story about some people who lost their dog. I know this happens every day and this story was in the paper because it happened to a newspaper reporter. Still. They put up fliers and a bunch of people helped them and they found their dog. Another happy ending.

To end this story, I will tell you that I got in bed at 8:30pm and slept until about 7:30am. I think this is going to be a super spectacular day.

This afternoon I went to see a new movie called Music and Lyrics which I’m not going to recommend until it comes out on cable and then only if you like Hugh Grant and Drew Barrymore and dopey romantic comedies where the leads have no chemistry but the pure force of their personalities make the show worth sitting through.

The review in the paper gave it a C+ and that’s about right. It said the movie seemed long and that’s also right. Regardless, it was a nice way to spend a couple hours yesterday afternoon since I like Drew and Hugh and dopey romantic comedies. Everyone made fun of me when I saw The Lake House, too.

The movie opens with a parody eighties video that is spot on and totally hilarious and you can see it right now on YouTube. I recommend you watch that.

This weekend I’m going to drag the sourdough out again and see if I can make it do anything. And I’m going to work on this sleeping thing. The situation seems to be improving. I still wake up in the night but fall back to sleep more quickly. Also, rumor has it that tomorrow is going to be warm (60 F!) and sunny so I’d like to scratch around in the yard a bit. I wish it wasn’t so muddy.