Can bread be too fluffy?

Yes it certainly can!

I’m experimenting with an Ahmish Bread Recipe that I found on the Internet.  It makes 2 loaves, and takes about 2 1/2 hours to complete.  That’s perfect, I say.  I followed the recipe the first time I made it and the result was 2 yeasty / sugary sweet loaves of bread.  Undaunted I phoned my sister for some ‘bread advice’, we adjusted the recipe as per her recommendations.  Yesterday, “Doris Domestic” – that’s me – decides to try again.  I mix the new portions, kneed, rise, punch, form into 2 loaves and let rise until 1inch above the pan.  So far, so good … I turn the oven on to preheat to 350, check it in a few minutes and it’s not quite hot enough, so I go to the living room to wait it out.  BUT, THAT’S WHEN THE TROUBLE BEGAN!  I’ve now started watching “The Glades” tv show, and I’m working on another album of pictures, so an HOUR goes by and finally R says ‘this bread is looking like it’s ready!’.  READY?? It’s now many more inches above the pans and doing it’s best imitation of a mushroom cap.  I carefully place it in the oven, cook for 30 minutes until a nice golden brown and voila! – bread.  This morning I attempt to cut said bread for a sandwich and it’s too fluffy to cut!  Too fluffy to even get the knife to break the fluffy crust, to begin slicing my first fluffy slice of fluffy bread.  I manage to gently slice off 2 slices of inch and a half bread and then realize that not only am I going to eat 1/3 of a loaf of bread for lunch, but it’s going to be made without butter, because it’s too fluffy to touch.  The end result was a cheddar cheese butterless sandwich.  Tomorrow I’m planning on having Sugar/ Cinnamon toast for breakfast.. double YUM..

Did you hear that?

Last week it was 8 AM and I’m scurrying out to the back parking lot in a great big hurry because I’m late for work, I have to unload the Harley from it’s shed, warm it up, somehow manage to get out on Dogwood Street and run the gauntlet of street lights AND get to work before 8:30.  As I get out in to the back lot of the apartment building I hear an aweegie type horn – you know the one on a bicycle or a clowns nose????  I look around and thru the bushes, around the back of the trailer, over and around the fence of the buildings behind us and then scan the parking lot — NOPE, don’t see a bike or a clown anywhere, I don’t see any one or anything.. oh well, don’t have time to investigate any further, so off I go.

Later that morning I’m at work and I’m by myself, the doors and windows are open.  A man came in and just as I’m asking him if I could help him I hear the aweegie bike / clown nose horn AGAIN .. I look at him and say ‘did you hear that?’ — he replies ‘did I hear what?’ – ‘THE HORN’ I say with hope in my voice (as I now think I might be a little crazy)..  ‘No’ he says (looks at me like I AM crazy) .. we carry on with our business without any further interruptions or noises.

Today I’m, once again, alone in the office, working quietly at my desk and there it is!! there’s that noise again!!  !!AWEEGIE!! !!AWEEGIE!! 

you won’t believe what it was –??

 Horn Clip Art




 Horn Clip Art

It was my IPhone alert for receipt of a text message!!

A new way to Dust!

It’s a catch22 situation:  I’m tired so I decide that coffee is the answer, unfortunately BECAUSE I was tired I managed to flail my hands in the air while reaching for the coffee cup and splooshed it all over my keyboard, belkin wrist rest, stapler, desk ornaments, cash reports and other assorted papers. 

But, on the bright side:

My desk is now spotless!!!!!! yes!!!!!



Grouchy Hair!

Grouchy Hair!


I just spent the last week feeling like this!  It’s not like I can’t find a hairdresser to give me a trim or hair cut, but I procrastinate!  We had company all week and so here I am, feeling like I can feel my hair growing every single second they were here! tick tock, grow, grow. 

Monday after work – zip into the hairdressers – DONE!


This isn’t whole wheat is it?

Great evening with the sister, husband and nephews at the beach weiner roast last night.. threw rocks, skipped logs, picked crabs, and one of the nephews (who shall remain nameless) screached when a bug appeared from under a piece of seeweed :), We ate smores and hot dogs with WHITE buns, (Aunty – this isn’t whole wheat is it?)  This is the second time I’ve been asked this – the first time – I avoided the question and replied: ‘nope, it’s Chiabatta!’  I thought I was being real clever until I saw his plate come back with the bread part eaten, but the crusty skeleton still on his plate..  This time I relented and bought white everything – even for the adults.

A couple of cruise ships went by in front of us, the boys thought it was amazing that the cruise ships are so close you can count how many stories tall they are and see people walking on the decks as they cruise by.

Ice Cream Salad

Aug 2 – 2011

My family is visiting this week.  The nephews are 10 and 11 and when they arrived in town today they stopped by my work to let us know they had arrived safe and sound.  We made arrangements to meet them at their hotel after work and bring them back to our place for a bbq.  I mentioned that I just had to stop at the grocery store for Ice cream, Salad and Yogurt ..   All of a sudden I notice that Mr.10year old’s eyes are HUGELY excited about this event — “ice cream salad??”

And that’s how you become the favorite Aunt without even doing anything!!

I think I may be able to make a new recipe out of that idea.  Stay tuned!

1st Ingredient: Ice Cream