Monday, January 28, 2008

The Initiation

I suppose it was a matter of time before I fell prey to the blogging games people play: tagging. I think I actually clapped my hands and exclaimed excitedly when I saw that Renee had tagged me. Here goes:

Since I've been largely a blog observer, I can only surmise how this works. Fortunately, the rules are fairly simple:

1) Link to the person who tagged you.
2) Post the rules on your blog.
3) Share six non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself.
4) Tag at least three people at the end of your post and link to their blogs.
5) Let each person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.
6) Let the fun begin!

1) Done. Hah!
2) Done again. I'm a go-getter!
3) Six non-important things about myself. Well, isn't it all important? In the grand scheme? How about just six random things about myself:
1. I just ate refried beans with cheese on top for dinner, and it was the best thing I've eaten in 5 days.
2. I can sing along to the opening sequence of "Bridget Jones' Diary" as well as do the gestures and air guitar.
3. I loooooooove striped socks.
4. My college friends, although smart, interesting, engaging, and caring, are generally terrible about keeping in touch.
5. I bought a Greek cookbook for someone who is half Greek. Cliche? or cool?
6. Yes, yes, you were waiting for it: I love All Things Bulldog.

4) Hmm, let's see. Apparently not being prompt about keeping in touch extends beyond the college pals, because there are five blogs I can think of right now that aren't updated often enough to justify tagging. So, at the risk of these fine people thinking I'm cheesy, I'll tag The Greek, The New Parents, and this very interesting, smart blog that I am completely addicted to. And for good measure, here's one for Sunday's Workout Partner.

Sunday, January 27, 2008

Five Hundred More Days to Go?

Day one with braces wasn't bad. That night for dinner, I ate soup that had noodles and meatballs. It was canned soup, so the meatballs and noodles were pretty soft, and it went well. I also ate a bunch of banana cream pudding. By a bunch, I mean a whole box. I think that's four servings, but who cares? It was fantastic.

So, flossing - wow. I mean, WOW. It took me 30 minutes to brush my teeth and floss that first night. I have to thread the floss behind the arch wire (the horizontal wire that goes across the front of my teeth and is mounted to the brackets by tiny rubber bands) and floss the tooth, then pull the floss out, go to the next tooth, and re-thread. Not so bad in the front, but when you're trying to hold your mouth open, lips back, and thread floss behind a wire on your last molar, it's a little tricky. I definitely want to be doing this, too, since bad oral hygiene with braces will leave marks on my teeth.

So, I woke up on day two and was thrilled that I had been able to sleep well. The only problem was that I couldn't chew. Not at all. My bite surfaces are so tender that I had to mash my scrambled eggs to the roof of my mouth with my tongue before I could swallow. And then, when I brushed and flossed, a disgusting amount of egg came out of my mouth.

I've spent the last four days eating yogurt, applesauce, and pureed soup (butternut squash, tomato, carrot, creamed corn, etc). Last night I spent a few hours completely lusting after the smorgasbord of sushi and sashimi that was spread at Trinity's birthday party. I did manage to have a few bites of white king sashimi, but it was a bit of a waste on me. I made major damage to the pot of miso soup, though!

Conclusion: so far, so good. I've been getting great positive reinforcement from everyone, and no one has decided I'm such a dork that they can't be my friend anymore (juvenile but very real fear).

Oh, and it's -10 degrees outside. Braces make my mouth very, very cold when I'm breathing with my mouth open!

Wednesday, January 23, 2008

Day 1

Well, I did it! Today is day one with metal mouth. I have ceramic mounts on the top center, which I'm really pleased with. They're not as obvious as I feared they might be.
The installation was easy - it took about an hour and a half, but it wasn't painful, just strange. I had several contraptions in my mouth to remove saliva and keep my lips away from my teeth.
So far, no pain - just a bit achey. The wires really highlight the crookedness!

Tuesday, January 22, 2008

The Last Supper

Jim treated me to a fantastic Last Supper tonight: dry-rub barbequed ribs and corn on the cob.
John and Trinity came over to enjoy the last hurrah, and brought caramel apples!
Let me tell you, these babies were T-U-F-F to eat! Even without braces!

Speaking of without braces, here's the Big Before:

Monday, January 21, 2008

Luna at Play

I know, the Bulldog may be best suited for Rest. I stayed up late last night to see the Bulldog segment on PBS' Nova that featured the Bulldog, and somehow they seemed to imply that the Bulldog is a whimsy dog, instead of a "working" dog. I beg to differ - I think that the job of a Bulldog is to inspire laughter, smiling, and goofiness, which we all need more of in our lives. And Bulldogs are very, very good at performing this work.

Here are examples of The Loon at Play (aka Work):


Doors of New York

Who knows? I just felt like taking pictures of doors. There are about seven hundred thousand different doors, that I saw, in Brooklyn.



Row for the Cure

A couple of pictures from the Women's 8+ (that means with a coxswain) at the Portland, Oregon Row for the Cure last September. Awesome venue, right on the Willamette River, with navy vessels and city skylines all around. I think there were four bridges, too! I had the best cheering squad: five people with trumpets and noisemakers on the bridge. Hooray for fans!

Tuesday, January 15, 2008

The Effects of Sourdough Bread

Small update - after a fantastic weekend of eating pea soup and sourdough bread, I went to my weekly weigh in meeting: up 2.2 pounds. Apparently bread, although delicious, isn't necessarily the best for keeping trim. Hm.

Friday, January 11, 2008

I Did It! Sourdough Bread

I've always admired good bread. When I was in Norway, my next door neighbor (from Denmark) had this amazing rye bread that took two days to make. It was so dense and delicious, it was a meal in every slice. I learned how to bake plain wheat bread when I was there, and was quite satisfied with the small, almost-unrisen loaves I would produce. They didn't have a lot of flavor, but American bread generally doesn't, so I didn't feel that I was missing out on too much. Plus, I was baking! This was incredible!

When we bought this house, we had a great housewarming/engagement party. Many, many folks from various spheres of our lives came to celebrate with us, and a neighbor and coworker of mine was one of them. He gave us a sourdough starter that was from an old Homer family. I think the starter originated something like 80 years prior! I thought it was a fantastic gift and promptly stuck it in the fridge, forgot about it, and tossed it two months later when I discovered the layer of blue mold on the surface (come to find out, I could have scraped the mold off and fed the starter and it would have been fine). I've long regretted my neglect of that starter, and been too embarrassed of my neglect to 'fess up and ask for more.

So, I was saved when another friend offered me some of his homemade sourdough starter. I think he even did the "float-a-piece-of-toast" method to collect wild yeast. In any case, it was "new" starter, and I gladly accepted it. I diligently fed it every week, even if we never made anything from it. When we did cook with it, it was pancakes and waffles. We even toted it to Prince William Sound last summer for a sourdough pancake cook-off on the last morning of our week trip, along with another cohort's starter. His were sour. Mine were delicious. His had dried blueberries. We gorged ourselves that last, rainy morning, and I was so proud that I had sourdough starter that I cared enough for to bring it on this trip.

So, I know I'm obsessing about the starter. Something about the care and the history of it really appeals to me. It's like being gourmet without seriously trying, and I do love that.

Anyhow, it's not as though I've stopped buying bread from the store while I've had this starter. In fact, I haven't made sourdough bread once in my life. In college, when I returned from Norway, I tried to recreate my whole-wheat bread baking process using the toaster oven in my dorm room, and you might imagine the not-so-exciting results. I've been thinking about sourdough bread lately, though, and even had a fantasy that I would make tiny loaves to give to friends for Christmas with some homemade spread or something. Never happened. I got as far as reading the FOURTEEN PAGES of bread baking instructions in the Joy of Cooking and became completely overwhelmed. Just the basic sourdough bread recipe needed 36 hours! Plus, how does a novice bread baker know how flexible one can be with timing, rising temperatures, and the lot? What if I had to go to work, and so couldn't let the dough rise for 2 to 4 hours, but instead had to leave it for 6? Or eight? Would all be lost?

The other day I decided to go for it. I had made a triple batch of starter and suddenly had more starter begging to be used than I knew what to do with. Short of making enough pancakes to feed my office, I knew my option was to try bread. The 36 hour recipe called for two cups of starter, and I had three and one-half. So, one cup went back in the fridge:


(This is the stone crock I keep the starter in. The starter instructions are adamant about not putting the starter in contact with metal.)

I used two cups of starter and set out to follow the instructions for Joy of Cooking's White Sourdough Bread (which, by the way, references not only two instructional sections of the "bread" chapter, but also two different recipies). I decided that perhaps I wouldn't end up with the most incredible bread on earth because I didn't have the timing to follow the instructions to the letter, but it would be pretty close - and as long as pretty close was synonymous with edible, I'd be satisfied.

After an internet search to try and discern the difference between bread flour and all purpose flour, I embarked on this adventure. That was night before last. And tonight, the result:

Check out that crust! Check out that lovely doneness! The two pieces were two loaves that merged into one, much like a delicious dinner roll. And WOW does it taste good! It actually had a real crust! The inside is spongy and dense but full of air - and, best of all, it actually tastes like sourdough. I think we're on to something here, folks!

Two last things:
1. Is there really anything better than warm bread with butter?
2. Bread flour apparently has more gluten, and so results in a better rise and crust. Everything I read and have now experienced indicates you can use all-purpose flour instead of bread flour, but not the other way around.


Monday, January 7, 2008

Sunday, January 6, 2008

New Living Room Rug!!

I love our new rug...hope you do, too.













It wasn't $3500 - it was $137 at the grocery store, and we thought it would be just fine until we saved enough for a quality rug. Then, when we got it home, we thought - yes! Why did we wait so long, even for an interim rug? It's a delight - sets off the living room, feels good on the feet, and most importantly, the Loon LOVES it. She walks around the edge of it in order to not step on the --ooh! cold! --floor.

More fun pictures to post soon. Roommate has given me the old laptop all for myself, so as soon as I get his files off, I can completely dominate the laptop!! And learn more! I have pictures of Eggplant Moussaka (WW) that I made tonight in our new deep dish ceramic coated cast iron lasgane pan (fantastico) and some random but good pics from our vacation.

Until then, cheers...

Saturday, January 5, 2008

Resolutions

Here it is, 2008. Amazing. The only real New Year Resolution I made was:

Take Luna for more walks.

Aside from that, I do have goals for the new year. Things I'd like to accomplish. Tasks I'd like to check off the list. This list includes, in no particular order:

Go to the library. Both the Roommate and I have been discussing using that darned library card, and Brother turned Roommate onto graphic novels, which are apparently pricey and easily obtainable through the library.

Get rugs for the house. At a minimum, a living room rug and a back hall runner. Roommate and I just went to a local shop that claims they're closing the store and that rugs are 60 to 80 percent off; well, the 8x10 rugs were still $3600. Not in the cards, or the budget, at this point. So I imagine we'll get a Costco or Fred Meyer lovely and wait on the investment rug.

Redo the downstairs bathroom. This includes caulking around the tub, getting a real shower curtain, getting a new light, replacing the vanity/mirror/towel bar/toilet paper bar/all wood and fake brass accessories, and painting the walls. Potentially replacing the floor, but that's really the least of my concerns with the bathroom. My hope is that I could do this for less than $1,500, but I haven't really checked into it for reality.

That's it for now. Oh yeah, get braces. Do well at work. Be healthy. Exercise regularly. Cook at home more. Save money. And on and on and on and on...