Weather in the Tries:
MOS (More of the Same), i.e. extremely warm to hot. 😉
Home Again, Home Again…
Arrived home from the Dark Side a couple hours or so ago. And, yes, the Dark Side was dark for a couple of days. And cool, and I found myself wearing jeans instead of shorts, and a lightweight house jacket thingy I made years ago.
BUT, and this is the important part: I had a wonderful visit with friends. I left the Brave Dog home with Housemate, and am glad I did. The drives over and back were hot and stressful. Lots of traffic that actually moved quite well, until the Road Work signs appeared. Ugh!
Have four books to review and post, but probably not tonight. Have read volumes 1, 3, 4 of the Golgotha series, 5 & 6 are not yet published, and volume 2 was waiting when I got home. Volume 2 is a trade paper book, the others are mass paper, and in the beginning of V2 is a map of the town of Golgotha. As you probably know I love maps! Can you tell what I’m going to be doing in just a few minutes?
Because it is still Monday, I wanted to get something written so your Monday won’t be a total loss without a new Coffee Break Escape, I’m putting it together, and will get it sent soon. While it’s still Monday.
My friend who lives in the Dark Side, is dairy intolerant. It is also difficult for him to get around, so we want NOTHING with dairy to come into his domain. I found a recipe I thought he’d like, Apple Fritter Cake, which is to die for. It calls for melted butter, I ignored that, and the glaze is to be made with milk—I substituted Scotch Whiskey 😉 You may have to subscribe to their free newsletter—believe me, it’s worth it. This cake was a huge hit, for those fortunate enough to get any. Next time I make it, I think I will nuke the apples, sugar (surprisingly small amount), and cinnamon with a bit of cornstarch for a few minutes, then mix it in. The apples were good, but not quite as done as a bakery fritter. And, being a cake, it was baked not fried. I baked it in our new Anova Precision Oven, and it was quite interesting to see the whole degree of flex to maintain the temperature for baking.
I think the cake would be good with peaches, blueberries, cherries—whatever your little tastebuds have a hankering for. You might want to adjust the cinnamon appropriately 😉 Very little sugar (1/4 cup), no egg (12 oz of beer).
My friend’s youngest son, Alex, was there when I arrived. He looked so much like my Favorite Son, I did a double take. There are differences, but still…. 😉 And, like Favorite Son, a delight to meet.
Photos of the Week:
Two shots of one of Sheryl’s Hydrangea plants. Sheryl is/was a Landscape Architect, and her yard is fantabulous. More shots next time.
Books: Remember, if I finish a book, I review and post it to http://lenoragood.blogspot.com
Books 3, 4 of the Golgotha series and two books of poetry, Discovery by Don Krieger and I Am the Rage, by Martina McGowan. Two powerful books of poetry. Anyhow, I’ll try to get all the reviews up in the next couple of days.
Earworms:
I wasn’t going to have any earworms this week, but I remembered an old song I learned in Girl Scouts, Make New Friends, and thought I’d share it. It one of those simple songs that goes into a ‘round’ easily and I think it’s a song we big people ought to learn and sing more often than we do. Check it out. This version is a bit longer than I remember, but I surely do like it.
Quotes from Blues muscians:
“The blues tells a story. Every line of the blues has a meaning.” —John Lee Hooker, blues singer, songwriter, guitarist (1917-2001)
“There’s no way in the world I can feel the same blues the way I used to. When I play in Chicago, I’m playing up-to-date, not the blues I was born with. People should hear the pure blues – the blues we used to have when we had no money.” — Muddy Waters (1913–1983)
“The blues is celebration, because when you take sorrow and turn it into music, you transform it.” —Odetta Holmes, Folk, blues, spirituals guitarist, lyricist (1930-2008)
Sammy was delighted I came home. I sat on the sofa for a good half hour, and he snuggled in my lap. I came into the office to write this, and he was over talking to Housemate. Aah, the fickleness of animals. My folks and I used to have a cat who would ignore is for days when we’d go someplace and leave him. If we were gone a couple days, it wasn’t much, but if we were gone a month, he’d ignore us for at least a whole week. The neighbors thought it funny. He’d still go to them for food. Tis good to be home. I missed Sammy and I missed you all, too.