Friday, November 25, 2011

Honey Ice Cream

I was going to use all honey, but cheated just a bit because it's easier to mix the gelatin together with some sugar before trying to stir it into the cream.
They were out of cream the night before Thanksgiving, so I used half half-and-half and half milk. Came out splendiferously delicious anyway.

Ice Cream recipe:

1/2 cup sugar, mix with--
2 TBSP gelatin, stir into--
4 cups cream

Cook until just short of boiling

Beat 6 eggs in a separate bowl, then slowly drizzle the hot cream into the eggs while whisking them vigorously
(if you pour the eggs into the hot cream, you'll just get a pile of cooked eggs)

Cook two more minutes

Stir in--
1 cup honey
4 cups cream
3 TBSP vanilla

Pour into a shallow pan and freeze for an hour or two, then stir. Set a timer and stir more frequently as it hardens, until it's finally too stiff to stir.

We basically have to go to bed before it's ready and then eat it the next morning, or it doesn't last long enough to harden all the way :-)

This batch has already been got at, before it could even be photographed, as you see.

BTW that's a big pan of ice cream. It doesn't quite get across the sense of proportion, because it's a big spoon.

Bye-Bye Grape Bowl

I didn't have it very long. Got it at a neighbor's garage sale for a
buck because I thought it was so pretty, and the longer it was in the
kitchen the prettier I thought it was. I started using it for everything.
Then it went inside another bowl of just the right size and shape to
trap it, and I broke it trying to get it free.
Sigh.
Didn't think of taking its picture until the damage had already been done.
I really liked that bowl.

Sunday, November 13, 2011

something like the trailer we lived in for a while

It was shortly afterwards that we moved from a large five bedroom house into a 19' trailer. I don't have any pictures of the inside of that trailer, but I had the bright idea to go look on the internet for pictures of "1980 Wilderness", and I found this.
Yes, this rings a bell.
My poor mother was NOT happy with the change.
I was! I loved living almost-outside.
The trailer had a bunk bed for me, and a little gold filigree shelf which I thought was the coolest thing ever. I kept a notepad and paper and flashlight up there for writing down all those brilliant ideas that always strike just before falling asleep.






Thursday, November 10, 2011

Feast Gear Shopping at Goodwill

What do you think, do these look medieval??
I've gotta make a few cloth napkins too :-)

The goblet and knife are on the paper towel because after freezing them (to kill germs) I sprayed the wooden portions with Scott's Liquid Gold.
An adult's going to have to use the goblet and even then it's risky. It's tall, topheavy and the base isn't very wide.


It's all foreign-made of course, but at least the proceeds are only benefiting the thrift shop at this point!

All of them 25c each!
The gold spoon was Mike's choice. That isn't gold plating, is it? I can't tell! It doesn't look medieval at all, but at least it's pretty :-)
The two knives are touching because the handles are magnetized and can't stay apart!

Fw: A New Christmas Tradition

I just got this by email.
I've noticed that pretty much everybody sympathizes with the problem, but they shrug and say "What can you do?"
Well for starters, we can COMPLAIN LOUDLY TO EACH OTHER!!! Don't shrug and say it's hopeless and go off politely and die! I don't see Americans repenting, not yet, and I don't see Americans holding a real "tea party", but at least let's talk about the problem to each other, until we talk ourselves into doing something!
And here's one little something we can do :-)

Christmas 2011 -- Birth of a New Tradition

As the holidays approach, the giant Asian factories are kicking into high gear to provide Americans with monstrous piles of cheaply produced goods -- merchandise that has been produced at the expense of American labor. This year will be different. This year Americans will give the gift of genuine concern for other Americans. There is no longer an excuse that, at gift giving time, nothing can be found that is produced by American hands. Yes there is!

It's time to think outside the box, people. Who says a gift needs to fit in a shirt box, wrapped in Chinese produced wrapping paper? Everyone -- yes EVERYONE gets their hair cut. How about gift certificates from your local American hair salon or barber?

Gym membership? It's appropriate for all ages who are thinking about some health improvement.

Who wouldn't appreciate getting their car detailed? Small, American owned detail shops and car washes would love to sell you a gift certificate or a book of gift certificates.

Are you one of those extravagant givers who think nothing of plunking down the Benjamines on a Chinese made flat-screen? Perhaps that grateful gift receiver would like his driveway sealed, or lawn mowed for the summer, or driveway plowed all winter, or games at the local golf course.

There are a bazillion owner-run restaurants -- all offering gift certificates. And, if your intended isn't the fancy eatery sort, what about a half dozen breakfasts at the local breakfast joint. Remember, folks this isn't about big National chains -- this is about supporting your home town Americans with their financial lives on the line to keep their doors open.

How many people couldn't use an oil change for their car, truck or motorcycle, done at a shop run by the American working guy?

Thinking about a heartfelt gift for mom? Mom would LOVE the services of a local cleaning lady for a day.

My computer could use a tune-up, and I KNOW I can find some young guy who is struggling to get his repair business up and running.

OK, you were looking for something more personal. Local crafts people spin their own wool and knit them into scarves. They make jewelry, and pottery and beautiful wooden boxes.

Plan your holiday outings at local, owner operated restaurants and leave your server a nice tip. And, how about going out to see a play or ballet at your hometown theatre.

Musicians need love too, so find a venue showcasing local bands.

Honestly, people, do you REALLY need to buy another ten thousand Chinese lights for the house? When you buy a five dollar string of light, about fifty cents stays in the community. If you have those kinds of bucks to burn, leave the mailman, trash guy or baby sitter a nice BIG tip.

You see, Christmas is no longer about draining American pockets so that China can build another glittering city. Christmas is now about caring about US, encouraging American small businesses to keep plugging away to follow their dreams. And, when we care about other Americans, we care about our communities, and the benefits come back to us in ways we couldn't imagine. THIS is the new American Christmas tradition.

Forward this to everyone on your mailing list -- post it to discussion groups -- throw up a post on Craigs list in the Rants and Raves section in your city -- send it to the editor of your local paper and radio stations, and TV news departments. This is a revolution of caring about each other, and isn't that what Christmas is about?

Thursday, November 3, 2011

Dataman - electronic toy of the 70s

Isn't it just short of cruelty to send little kids to bed?
I remember those HOURS lying there in the dark, commanded to go to sleep, but not sleepy. Nothing to do. Is there anything more frustrating than being forced to waste time?? That's why prison is a bad thing-- that sense of your life passing by IS the punishment!
Nowadays I have my Pocket PC or some other light-up electronic gizmo. I get through whole novels by reading until I'm drowsy and then putting the book down one second before I fall asleep.

So, I was tortured when I was less than nine years old, by being made to go to bed and be bored, but when I was nine, Daddy got me one of these :-)
I played multiplication games in the dark for hours and hours and hours. Dataman certainly got some math facts into the old brain cells, the painless way.

http://www.handheldmuseum.com/TI/Dataman.htm
http://www.handheldmuseum.com/BooksMagazines/Cat-Sears_78/Sears78_2.htm