Archive for April, 2008

City tulips

Monday, April 7th, 2008

These are the tulips I was yakking about in the last post: Boy do they look different up close than driving quickly by. Still beautiful, but I didn’t realize quite how pink they were. They look very nice with those lavender hyacinths. Maybe I’ll get lucky and receive some of those too. You see, I’m […]

April showers

Sunday, April 6th, 2008

… bring April flowers? The weather has begun to warm steadily and, although today is only about 45 degrees, the weatherman forecasts temperatures in the 60s all next week. Rain too, of course. Every single day. -sigh- Still, the spring flowers are loving it. My Daydream tulips are just about to open. I do love […]

Doonesbury…

Sunday, April 6th, 2008

is right “on the money” today.

Update on the bread

Friday, April 4th, 2008

I had to up the temperature to 350 and bake it an extra half hour, but this first batch of the bread came out really delicious. Maybe not quite as moist as the pudding variations I’ve tried (prolly has something to do with the lack of starch in my recipe, which I may be able […]

Adventures in Amish Friendship Bread

Thursday, April 3rd, 2008

Seems like every few years there’s a trend that goes around and everyone – I mean everyone – has to participate. (Remember those little trolls? Man, I loved those!) I’ve been hearing about Amish Friendship Bread for a very long time now and have been offered starter from five different sources, but I turned everyone […]

Just in time for spring…

Wednesday, April 2nd, 2008

The sweet stuff, cont’d

Wednesday, April 2nd, 2008

So I’ve figured out what the problem with the mead is. At least I’m pretty darn sure I’ve figured it out. Thanks to a conversation with my much-experienced-in-all-things-brewly friend Anton, we narrowed it down to two possibilities: 1) the osmotic pressure was just too much for the yeast (the solution was too strong) or 2) […]

Hello, Taco

Tuesday, April 1st, 2008

I totally saw her this morning. Lying on my back and trying to make myself get out of bed, my watermelon of a belly pointing towards the ceiling, and she was kicking away in there. I glanced down just as she kicked – and my belly twitched. I swear. I stared. She did it again. […]