When I stay up later than I should, my mind tends to work in strange ways. Sometimes I get philosophical, sometimes I get analytical, and sometimes I get downright goofy. Tonight, I kind of had all three processes going. Kevin came home around midnight with some (eek! store-bought!) bread that shall remain nameless. One of the ingredients is "raisin juice concentrate." How exactly does one extract juice from dried fruit?!?
I've added a second Weather Pixie to my site, to represent Boston.
Since you never know (and half the time I don't even know!) which city I'm in, it seemed only fitting. The Bangor Pixie is the one (of the available choices) who at least slightly resembles me -- in fact, one of her coats is just like one of mine! The Boston Pixie is the "Dollz: Tiny" option, since I feel so small and insignificant in the Big City. If only I were as skinny as she is!
I have also made my site "searchable" with Google. It's mostly for my benefit, but you might find you want the option at some time or another. Either Blogdrive doesn't have the option to create categories and/or archives, or I just haven't figured out how to do so, so I thought this would be the next best thing. I can't tell you how often I try to reference a past post, but can't find the post! I'm hoping this will help. I've already found it's not quite perfect. Anyway, if you scroll waaaaayyyyy down to the bottom of the page, you'll find the search option.
And just in case you've been wondering why I haven't been posting much about cooking lately, it's mostly because of all the time I've been spending in Boston. I'm usually here/there for three or four days a week. I haven't talked about it much for fear of jinxing myself, but Kevin and I have spent almost every free minute this month looking for an apartment. I cannot even begin to tell you what a long, frustrating process it is. Everyone says "there are TONS of apartments in Boston -- you won't have any trouble finding something!" They obviously haven't ever looked for an apartment in greater Boston. We really want to be in Cambridge. It's where Kev has been since last June. Why can't I just move in with him, you ask? He's in a place with two roommates. I'm too old for roommates. And we can't just kick them all out and stay here by ourselves because it's an outrageously expensive apartment. Maybe we're just too picky... but we want two bedrooms (one bedroom plus an office/study), a nice kitchen (of course!), cat-friendliness, and affordability in a clean, safe, neighborhood. It would also be quite helpful to be within a 10-minute walk to a "T" stop. Apparently that's all just too much to ask. Oh, and being within walking distance of a Whole Foods and/or Trader Joe's would be pretty sweet. =)
Well, that's where I've been, and where I am. Thanks for bearing with me through my low-blog-output phase, and through this vaguely therapeutic writing session. And wish us luck in the apartment hunt!
Extra added bonus: I am, in case you can't tell, in Cambridge now. We're supposed to get a delightful little spring snowstorm tonight, with accumulations of six to ten inches. And I didn't bring my winter shoes with me since it was so springy when I left Maine! Argh.
I cannot make pretty pancakes. It doesn't matter if I make them from scratch, from my own homemade mix, or from a store-bought mix. It doesn't matter if they're whole-grainy or white-floury. It doesn't matter if I use an ice cream scoop or a big spoon to measure the batter, or if I pour it out. It doesn't matter if they're silver dollar sized or 6" in diameter. They always come out in these funky, mostly oval (but with odd little appendages) shapes. And flipping them... look out! It doesn't matter what kind of spatula I use. Splat! Metal, plastic, super-thin, round, rectangular... the pancakes always land toward the middle of the frying pan, and four pancakes often become one. But really, when all is said and done, they always taste good. That's what really matters, isn't it? With a bit of nice, organic butter and some sweet Maine maple syrup, it's hard to go wrong.
Just for the record, the pancakes in the above picture were made from Hodgson Mill Whole-Wheat Buttermilk Pancake Mix. I don't often use baking mixes, but this stuff is damn good. And I know, one side got just a bit overcooked. I was apparently still half asleep when I made them. But they sure tasted good!
Today is the first day of spring, and it actually remotely resembled spring here! The sun was out, temps were in the mid 40s (trust me -- for Maine, in March, that's downright balmy!), and it didn't snow! Not one little flake or flurry! In honor of such a glorious day, I dug out and dusted off my beloved Birkenstocks:
My toes are so happy! And yes, that is, in fact, snow on the ground under the deck. That won't be gone anytime soon. And yes, I do, in fact, plan on wearing my sandals when I go to the radio station tonight.
