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In case you’re wondering, this is what I made and ate for dinner tonight.  If you’ve never grilled a pizza, you have never lived.  (It was seriously so good.)  (Which isn’t anything like being seriously so blessed.)  I even made the sauce from heirloom tomatoes, used basil from my herb garden, and bake the crust from scratch.  (I didn’t make the pepperoni or the mozzerella.  I mean, let’s not go overboard…)

Now I just need to find someone who wants to come over and clean up my kitchen.  Why, oh WHY did I fire my cleaning lady?  The savings just aren’t worth it!

Sometimes, I think the universe just understands when I need a little break.  Like this weekend, for instance.

I’ve been, not busy per se, but erstwhile occupied.  I’ve been doing a lot of things I have to do instead of things I want to do and, as a result, I’ve not had much in the way of "down" time.  Work has been going along well enough, and I finally feel as though I’m starting to fit into my place in the company a little more than I have previously.  I’ve got my first 1-on-1 with my boss tomorrow, though, so I guess I’ll find out if my assessment of the situation matches his…

My audiobook company, Open Book Audio, has begun to change shape a little bit.  Originally envisioned as an audiobook production company, my business partner and I have started morphing the company away from a production model and toward a distribution model.  So, toward that end, I have been spending almost all of my non-work time in front of the computer designing and programming the new Open Book Audio store.  (I keep linking them here on my blog to help drive the search engines to the site, so forgive the repetition).  I’m quite pleased with the way the store has turned out, and the platform upon which the entire site, including the store, is built is an extremely flexible and easy to use one.  We’ve already started listing products from other publishers, and we’re hoping to increase that number significantly over the next couple of years.  We’re also in talks with the major retailers (Audible, iTunes, eMusic, etc.) to get our titles listed in those services.  (It’s like pulling teeth, but we’re well on our way.)

So, Friday night, all day Saturday, and almost all day Sunday, I sat in front of my computer immersed in CSS, PHP, HTML, and LMNOP.  (That last one is fake, by the way.)  Last Sunday night, I finally launched the work I’d been doing for the last month, and actually went to sleep not making a mental list of the things I needed to work on tomorrow.  It is extremely fortuitous that Monday was a holiday, otherwise, I wouldn’t have had much of a weekend at all.

This morning, although the weather was, shall we say, less than idyllic, I decided that it was time to have some fun for a change.  So I did.  I took Luke for a walk, and ate breakfast.  Then, after looking through a Facebook album of one of my friends where pretty much everyone in the group of people looked like Abercrombie and Fitch models (and wore about the same amount of clothing), I decided that I would go run on the treadmill for about 30 minutes.  I came back, took a shower, got dressed, unfriended my Facebook friend with the posse of buff gym rats, and then grabbed my camera.

I haven’t gone shooting in months.  Too many other distractions.  Work, Open Book Audio, the new piano…they didn’t leave much time for shooting pictures.  This time, I decided that, rather than drive all over the place trying to find some amazing vista to photograph, I’d stay within the city limit of Redmond.  I’m glad I did, because I found a beautiful little spot that I had no idea even existed. 

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Right near the city’s campus (city hall, police station, senior center) there’s a river trail that runs alongside the Sammamish river.  Summer’s just starting to come to a close, so there are still some flowering plants, and everything’s green.  I can tell that it’s going to be spectacular when fall comes, though.  It was so isolated and quiet.  I actually climbed across the river on that old abandoned train track you can see in the photo, and walked back up the other side of the river where I found this guy just plodding along in the river:

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If you will allow me to wax grateful for a moment:  I am so grateful that I moved to the Seattle area.  The first year and a half were very difficult for me up here, and there are moments (October through May) where I can’t help but ask myself what I’ve done to move to a place where the sun only shines 17 days out of a year.  But I love, love, love Redmond.  It’s so beautiful and peaceful.  It feels like a small town (albeit a very sophisticated one) with easy access to big-city accommodations.  It really is the best of both worlds.  Where else can you walk out your door to see a bald eagle or a great blue heron, and then drive five minutes to thousands of restaurants, art galleries, movie theaters, and more shopping than you can shake a stick at?  I just wish I could afford to buy a house here.  At the very least, I hope I never lose my job, because I never want to leave the Pacific Northwest.  I’ve lived all over the country, and no place compares with this gorgeous, wonderful place.

Once the very relaxing photo walk was over, I came home, took a nap, made homemade pizza, a loaf of bread, and a homemade razzleberry pie.  (Raspberries, Blueberries, and fresh-picked blackberries from the vines just outside my apartment).  Then I watched an episode of Bones (thanks Netflix!), practiced the Maple Leaf Rag on the piano,  and now here I am.  Oh yeah, and I played about an hour of Angry Birds on my iPad.  Fun game.

I’m the kind of person who, even when relaxing, has to be doing something.  The difference between relaxing and not relaxing is whether I’m doing something I WANT to be doing or something I HAVE to be doing.  And, honestly, many times, it’s the exact same activity.  I just have to be in the mood for it.

In fact, the only thing about today that wasn’t perfect was that I did the unthinkable: I let my cleaning lady go today.  She’s been picking up after me for over a year, and she was awesome.  Unfortunately, with the new piano and some of my other bills, I just can’t justify the $240 a month I spend to have her clean my house–particularly since I’m not a very messy person.  This will, unfortunately, eat into my relaxation time, but overall, I think it will be a positive change. 

I’ll be posting more photos as the week goes on.  I took about 400 shots, so I think I’ll have some good ones in there to play around with.  In the meantime, go to http://www.openbookaudio.com/store and buy an audiobook.  It’ll do you good.  And while you’re doing that, I’m going to go and scoop up a bit of vanilla bean ice cream and place it over a piece of still-warm razzleberry pie.  Happy Labor Day!

I have been having a BLAST reacquainting myself with playing the piano.  Even doing my scales and exercises, which I used to loathe.  Something happened between the time I graduated from BYU, and the time I started at Walden, in which I learned how to study, practice, and concentrate.  Although, to be fair, the MDT program at BYU does very little to force studiousness on its students.  I’m quite glad I bought the piano.  I’m playing at least 1-2 hours ever day, and loving it.  Pretty soon, I’m hoping to get started on one of my lifelong goals: playing Rhapsody in Blue.

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Is there really anything in this world more perfect than Lime sorbet in the middle of a hot summer day?  It’s about the most easy thing in the world to make, but just so sublime in the heat.

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Speaking of heat, it’s been HOT here the last couple of days.  Well, hot for Seattle, anyway.  (It doesn’t take much to be considered hot here, because nobody has air conditioning.  But it’s been in the low-to-mid 90s.  That’s too warm.

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Nothing makes Luke the dog happier than being in the water.  He’s a water dog, through and through.  I don’t like taking him swimming very often, though.  And, surprisingly, it’s not the wet dog smell–although I wouldn’t consider that pleasant.  No, the reason why I don’t like taking Luke the Dog swimming is because he swallows so much water than he has to be taken out for potty breaks every 30 minutes for the next three hours otherwise he’ll go in the house.  He never has accidents inside the house, but if I ignore him at all after his swimming, then we have a problem.  So, an hour of swimming turns into a total of four hours where I can’t really do anything else.

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Have I mentioned how much I love my piano?

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I have FINALLY gotten my studio and my bedroom switched out, the studio rewired, and the two rooms cleaned up and back to a pseudo-normal state.  I just have to switch the stuff in the bathrooms, and then this little adventure will be complete.

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I’ve decided it’s time to SERIOUSLY declutter my life.  I’m going to be personally stocking the shelves of the Goodwill for the next six months with the crap that I’m getting rid of.  So far I’ve thrown away or donated:

  • Queen Boxspring and Mattress Frame
  • Four Pair of Shoes
  • Three sets of sheets
  • Four pillows
  • Two pair of jeans
  • Four pair of shorts
  • 30 pairs of socks
  • Old medicines
  • A couple of duffle bags
  • A Netbook Computer
  • Dozens of boxes for my electronics
  • About 500 pounds of extra computer cabels
  • An extra blender and steame
  • Over 150 DVDs
  • All of my remaining CDs
  • Most of my printed books
  • Some T-Shirts
  • A bunch of old electronics manuals

It’s freeing to get rid of so much stuff so quickly.  Usually, the only time I get rid of this much is when I’m moving…and since I have no intention of doing that again for a LONG time, this was as good a time as any.

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It’s time for me to start work on my next audiobook.  This one’s going to be fun to do.  I’m going to see if I can’t get it done more quickly this time around.  Should be a little easier now that So You Think You Can Dance is over for the season.

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Speaking of TV, the only show that I’m watching right now is Warehouse 13.  There’s nothing coming up that interests me this fall, and I’m burned out on most of the other stuff I used to watch.   So, I’ve decided that, in addition to catching the whole series of West Wing, I’m also going to start watching all the old episodes of Star Trek: The Next Generation.  I always liked that show growing up, but I’ve never watched all of them.  Should be a fun little trip down memory lane. 

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Wow.  Random thoughts are random.

I don't know about y'all, but I love me a beautiful summer day in the Pacific Northwest.  Maybe it's just because I only get three of them a year, but the summers up here are just spectacular.  It started off overcast and cloudy, but by 2PM, the sun had come out, and it was in the low 70s, clear, and wonderful.    And, of course, I took advantage…even though I had originally planned on working on my new Open Book Audio website today. 

Ah well.

I started the day by sleeping in, followed by taking Luke for a mini-walk, eating breakfast, and then taking a nap.  (Less than 30 minutes after I woke up, mind you.)

When I finally did wake up, I decided I wanted to go to the Strawberry Festival in Bellevue, so I sent a Tweet out to my (four) friends to see if anyone wanted to go, and I ended up hearing back from my friends Bill & Brit.  They were out and about, so we went to go see what the Strawberry Festival was all about.

In general: it was pretty lame, I have to say.  But, like most festivals, there was food.  I had a big ole bratwurst from a German lady with an awesome accent that I had to try really hard not to imitate.  Then, as is fitting a Strawberry Festival, I got some Strawberry Shortcake.  I've decided that, in general, I don't really like shortcake.  It's like a biscuit someone overbeat, undercooked, and then left out to get stale.  Plus it's not sweet enough.  I prefer my "shortcake" to be made with pound cake or angel food cake.  Or, I'm ashamed to admin, those little cake cups which are basically Twinkies without the filling.

I also bought a full flat of Strawberries, which I would later put to good use.

After the Strawberry yawnfest, we went over to Marymoor dog park to photograph the dogs.  Luke, of course, had to come along, and he managed to enjoy himself mightily.  His favorite trick is to hop out of the water, run over to the nearest person, and do this:

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Of course, there's no possible way that he could be expected to actually shake off away from people.  He must to it around others.

After the park, we came back to the apartment (as mentioned in the previous post) to let Luke dive off the dock a little bit.  Can you tell that I have a dog who loves water?

For dinner, I made penne pasta with pesto made from the basil and parsley in my container garden on the patio.  Then, after taking Luke out three times in an hour (he swallows a lot of water when he swims) we curled up on the bed and took one of those epic Saturday naps that can only come when you're worn out from being outside in the sun after not having experienced it for 14 years.  It's the summer version of a Turkey coma.  A Vitamin D Coma, if you will.

A quick trip to the grocery store, and it was time to head back to the strawberries.  I made strawberry "shortcake" with pound cake, strawberry freezer jam (YUM!), strawberry sorbet, and then froze half a flat of strawberries for my daily morning smoothie. 

And, to cap off the perfect day, there was a full moon tonight, and I managed to sneak out to the dock to get some cool photos, a couple of which are HDR photos. 

 

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I may have strawberry farts for the next three days as a direct result of this Saturday, but I don't care.  I'm tired, I'm happy, I'm content, and I'm ready for bed.

It was a perfect day.

To most of the world, this is a scone:

Scones are an ancestor to American biscuits.  They are generally very dry, very dense, and, quite frankly, completely inedible.  Occasionally, you can get a scone at a county fair that is more like a buttermilk biscuit cut into a triangle, but for the most part, true scones are foul.  When thrown, they can inflict a great amount of damage.  If hurled at a car, they can shatter windshields and create major dents.  Hitting someone with a scone can hospitalize or kill them.  They are impossible to swallow and are better used as paperweights than tea-time accompaniments. 

I remember the first time I bought a scone.  I was in the airport, and walked by a Starbucks.  While I’m not a coffee drinker (I also think coffee is disgusting), I do particularly love the Starbucks Caramel Apple Spice drink.  I got one of those, and noticed these dainty looking triangular blueberry biscuit-looking things.  So, I order it.  I sat down and had a few sips of my drink, then pulled the scone out of its little paper bag.  I took a bite.  It was like biting into a 2 x 4 wall stud.  In addition to breaking two of my front teeth, and shredding the inside of my esophagus, it was so dry that I was dehydrated for two weeks and eventually needed to have my stomach pumped.  It was like pouring powdered cement mix into my intestines.  (It’s good to know that I don’t really get into hyperbole, isn’t it?)

I simply don’t understand why people eat these things. 

What made my first experience with scones all the more disappointing is that when I heard the word "Scone" I didn’t think of blueberries and sawdust held together with industrial-strength epoxy.  That’s because, from the time I was 18 until the time I was 29, this was a scone:

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This fluffy pillow of golden-brown deliciousness is a scone.  Or rather, it’s what Utahans call a scone.  Made of a slightly sweetened bread-like dough (rather than a biscuit-type dough), Utah scones have a crunchy fried exterior and a light, fluffy interior.  The sweet versions are best served with whipped honey butter (as pictured above) or Strawberry Freezer Jam.  Utah also has a chain of restaurants called Sconecutter which uses an unsweetened version as a conveyance vehicle for sandwiches and other fast-food accoutrement.  As is true of everything that is deep fried, Utah Scones are incredibly delicious. 

Perhaps the best Utah Scone I’ve ever had is at the Star Cafe in Layton, Utah.  The perfect little dive cafe, the Star serves scones with its breakfasts or on the side.  I ordered an omelet with hash browns, and got two of these little beauties with my meal.  All for less than six dollars.  (Cue choir of angels.)  If you order one on the side, you’ll get a scone that is about the size of your standard dinner plate.  (Not an exaggeration, I’m afraid.)  They are perfectly cooked and served with honey butter.  They may shorten your life span, but I’m a firm believer that if you don’t have at least one Utah Scone a year, you’re not really alive anyway.

So, one might be able to see why, after coming from the amazingness that is the Utah Scone, I came away from my experience with regular scones disappointed.  I mean, if I wanted a nasty biscuit, I’d pull out my box of Bisquick, mix it up with some Elmer’s Glue, throw a few blueberries into it, cut the dough into triangles, and then bake it for 17 hours.  Then, in order to get it to the Starbucks scone consistency, I’d leave it out in the Sonoran Desert for a month.

I would be interested to know how Utah, of all places, come to call these lovelies "Scones."  Especially since such a large portion of Utah’s original population was originally British, and should know better.  I mean, with such a large Mormon culture, it doesn’t make sense that they purloined a term from British Tea-Drinking.  They should have called them Celestial Fry-Cakes.  Or Carnal Transgression Pastry.  Or Calling & Election on a Plate.  But to equate this culinary wet dream with a dusty, dry, hard, nasty, gross, overcooked biscuit? 

Tragic.

Well, well, well.  It’s been quite a week.

As I mentioned in some earlier blog posts, last Friday was my final day at Microsoft.  It was a bittersweet departure for me…I’d been there for a long time (especially for me.)  A small group of work friends went to lunch at the sit-down restaurant on campus.  I got a steak sandwich and perhaps one of the greatest inventions in the history of mankind: Sweet Potato Fries.  (Cue: Choir of Angels).  Then, my boss scheduled a little celebration for the whole team for my leaving.  I’m not sure if they were honoring me or celebrating the fact that I was FINALLY gone. (I’ll chose to think the former.  I just like living in that world of oblivion.)  He got pie.  (Have I ever mentioned how much I love pie?  I haven’t?  Well, I love pie.)

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It ended up working out that I was able to take a week off between leaving Microsoft and starting at DataSphere.  So, I woke up Saturday morning with a full week of luxuriating and lounging and being a bum ahead of me.  As I was laying in bed snuggling with my puppy, trying to avoid getting out of bed, I had a thought.  Now, normally, I try to avoid having thoughts as, more often than not, my thoughts only lead me down dark and dangerous roads from which there is no possible return.  This time was no different.  I was laying in bed thinking about a conversation I had with my cousin earlier in the week.  Austin and I have been close since we were little kids.  He’s only six months older than I am, and when we got together we were dangerous.  Well, dangerous in only the way that two goody-two-shoes Mormon kids can be dangerous…which is to say we weren’t dangerous at all, just really annoying.  Anyway, Austin and his wife were travelling to Utah to visit with his parents…who only live about five minutes away from my parents.  As I was laying there in bed, I thought.  "It’s too bad that I can’t be down in Utah while Austin and Anna are there.  I’d like to see them again.  Wait a minute.  Why can’t I be down in Utah?"  I didn’t have any work considerations, why not go.  So, at 8AM, I called up my folks and said, "So, um, would you mind terribly if I just drove down to Utah today?"  Then I called up Constance at Paws-A-Moment, the awesome boarding facility at which Luke stays when I’m travelling, and by 10:30 AM, I was on the road. 

Thirteen hours and one really terrible audiobook later, I pulled into Syracuse, UT at about 12:30 AM.  (Yes, I know that 10:30 AM to 12:30 AM is not 13 hours.  There’s a time zone change.  Sheesh.)  (And seriously, that audiobook was AWFUL!)

Thus began my very short, but very fun spontaneous vacation to Utah.

Sunday, the folks and I drove across the causeway to Antelope Island, out in the Great Salt Lake, and took a boatload of photos.  It was an absolutely stunning day, and the island was beautiful.  I got a LOT of really great shots, including the really cool shot that is now the banner image for my new photoblog.  Below is the view from the east side of the island looking back toward the Wasatch mountain range.  (Click on the image to see the full-sized version.  Warning: It’s HUGE.

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We putzed around the rest of the evening, and took a walk down to the little pond/park at the end of my parent’s street.  Again, I got some more great pictures of some of the local birds.  Especially these little ducklings!

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So cute.  Monday morning (Memorial Day) dawned extremely early as my dad, uncle, and I decided to hike Adam’s Canyon just east of Layton.  Getting up at 5:30 in the morning is against my religion.  And getting up at 5:30 in the morning ON VACATION is even more evil, but nevertheless, I set aside my deeply held beliefs in order to appease my tormentors.  By 6:30, we were starting a long uphill climb to a very pretty area with a big, 40-foot waterfall.

The hike was tiring, but very pretty.  I carried all my camera gear along with me to take a bunch of pictures…a few of which turned out all right.  It reminded me that before I go on any long backpacking trip, I really do need to get into better shape.  By the end, my legs were like Jello and I felt the need to sleep for the rest of my life.

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After the hike and my nap, my sister, brother-in-law, and niece came to my parents house to visit, then we all went over to my aunt and uncle’s house to have a little BBQ (not a really barbeque…just grilling burgers) and enjoy each other’s company.  It was nice to see everyone, the food was great, and the weather was just perfect.

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No, she’s not screaming or crying.  She’s making a (hilarious) camera face. 

Tuesday was much more laid back.  Austin, Anna, and I went to this little dive called The Star Cafe in Layton, which serves "Utah Scones."  I’m going to write a whole blog post about Utah Scones vs. Regular Scones (Utah Scones SO win) so you don’t get a picture now.  Stay tuned for that little gem.  Breakfast was awesome.  This is one of those places where you could become "a regular" and the waitresses know your name and know what you want when you come in.  Plus it was CHEAP!  Austin, Anna, and I ate enough to sustain a small third world country for about a week, and it ended up costing us $23.  Whereas, I can usually spend more than that just for myself at my cafe here, and still not get as much food.  Good on ya’, Star Cafe!

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The rest of the day we just spend hanging out.  We ran some errands, watched The Princess and the Frog, ate Cafe Rio (my most-missed Utah food) including their awesome Tres Leches, and did some work on Dad’s computer.  Then, Wednesday, I was back in the car for another 13-hour drive back home to Seattle.  And, of course, about an hour before I got back home, it started raining, and hasn’t stopped since I got back.  (Not that I’m bitter.) 

I’ve never really done something that spontaneous before.  It was a lot of fun.  I actually even enjoyed the car ride.  I tell you what: a good audiobook or two really make the time just fly.  (For military or sci-fi nerds out there, I would HIGHLY recommend Jack Campbell’s Lost Fleet series.  Very captivating.)  I am the kind of person who generally plans his activities and doesn’t generally like having to change my plans at the last minute.  I was just planning on working on my website, maybe starting my next audiobook, and playing some video games.  Instead, I got to take about 800 photos, see distant friends and family, eat some great food, enjoy the sunshine for a couple of days (since we haven’t seen it in Seattle since last October), and let someone else clean up after me for a change! 

The moral of the story?  Aw, hell.  I don’t really do morals.  Just suffice it to say that if the opportunity arises to make a surprise visit to my family again, I’m totally going to do it.  Big thanks to mom & dad for the flexibility, and to Rich & Barb for saving space for one more for Memorial Day!  It was a blast.

Give up?  It’s a Farmer’s Market.  I know.  I’m so lame, right?  Well, I embrace that lameness.  I love farmer’s markets.  Even though it’s only 55 degrees and overcast today, and it’s only the first day of May, going to the market makes it feel like summer.  And here in Redmond, at least, they know how to do farmer’s markets.  It’s more than just a bunch of people selling leftover tomatoes and zucchini from their gardens at home…these are actually stands put together by real farmers.  You can get artisan cheeses, breads, baked goods, organic and locally-grown meat, and crafts.  There is live entertainment, yummy food, artists, photographers, and this week anyway, a small petting zoo.  There are flower stands all over the place, with huge bouquets of flowers for ridiculously small amounts of money.

So, with today being the opening day of the Redmond farmer’s market, I decided that I needed to go.  I actually went three times today. 

I usually do my grocery shopping either late in the evening on Friday, or early in the morning on Saturday, because the store is completely empty.  This week, it was Saturday morning.  I got up at 7:30, and was on the road by 8AM.  On my way to the store, I passed the lot where the market is held, and saw folks setting things up, so I decided to stop.  The market technically doesn’t open until 9AM, so nobody was actually ready to do any selling. Rather than walk around for an hour wasting time, I went over to the grocery store, grabbed what I needed, and headed back at 9.  After wandering around for 30 minutes or so, I picked up some cheese curds (mmmm, cheese curds) and a Strawberry Rhubarb pie, and went home.  Then I watched an episode of Holmes on Homes, ate my pie for breakfast, and loaded up the camera and the dog to head back to the market.

I love taking Luke to the market, because as he’s grown up, he’s gotten skittish around large groups of people whenever he’s outside of our house.  If it’s someone he knows, or only one or two folks, he’s just the biggest snuggle slut in the world.  If it’s a group of four or five, he starts to cower behind me.  If it’s a group of kids, he can get a little growly.  So, taking him to the farmer’s market is a good way to get him used to being around lots of people, lots of kids, and lots of new sites and sounds.  I usually don’t like to try and shop for produce when Luke is with me because he also gets a little grabby around the vegetables.  (He LOVES veggies and fruits).  Last year, I think I paid for at least two dozen apples that I didn’t want because he kept grabbing them out of the boxes and crates in front of the various booths. 

So, it was a good outing for Luke, and I also managed to take a few season-started photos.  I also got a crepe with lemon sugar, powdered sugar, and whipped cream.  Mmmm.  Crepes.

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Yesterday, I documented in a somewhat disjointed fashion my latest trevails in bread making.  I am pleased to report that the No-Knead Bread experiment was a resounding success.  Exhibit A.

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The loaf is crusty and chewy on the outside, with a soft, pleasant interior and a rustic larger bubble structure, like a good artisan loaf.  Despite the fact that I had to stay up until 1AM to finish the loaf because I got distracted by Assassins Creed 2 on the Xbox, it was well worth the minimal effort necessary to make this bread.  In fact, I have decided that, from now on, I will no longer buy artisan bread from the store.  It’s just WAY too easy to make this bread.  And, for about $0.50, I was able to make bread that would cost me $5 to buy.  And it was actually better.

How do you do it?  You will need a very small bit of specialized hardware for this project.  But fortunately for you, it is very cheap.  Exhibit B.

 

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This is a 10" unglazed terra cotta flower pot with a 12" terra cotta saucer that I got from the garden section of my local Fred Meyer.  Together, the two of them cost me $11.36 cents including tax.  You may even be able to find them cheaper at a certain evil company whose name rhymes with Sprawl-Mart.  This will be the baking vessel.  You want to make sure that you get the UNGLAZED terra cotta.  And make sure you wash it thoroughly before you use it to bake, please.  You could also use something like a lidded ceramic dish or cast iron Dutch oven.  It’s got to be something that can absorb and hold heat and distribute it evenly.  It also must be covered.  More on that later.

You will also need to get a couple of non-terrycloth towels, preferably cotton.  I used my pastry fabric for rolling out pie dough (best thing EVER for pie dough), but if you don’t have that, a basic tea towel will do.

Ingredients:

3 Cups of Bread Flour.  (All Purpose will work, but it won’t be anywhere near as crusty and delicious)
1/4 t. Active Dry Yeast
1 1/4 t. Salt
1 5/8 C Water (Just use a 3/4 measure, and don’t quite fill it all the way to the top).
A pinch of cornmeal (to keep dough from sticking)

And that’s it.  The trick is in the technique.

First, you’ll want to put all the dry ingredients together into a large bowl.  Using a fork or whisk, stir them together to evenly distribute the yeast and salt.  Then add the water and stir until combined.  The dough will be very wet and sticky.  That is by design.  Put a sheet of plastic wrap down on the dough directly, and place the bowl in a standard 70 degree(ish) room.  I used my laundry room, which was a little warmer because the dryer was running.

A quick food science lesson: What makes good crusty bread good is gluten.  It’s a substance that’s created when the protein in the wheat flour is mixed with water.  When making bread, there are two ways to encourage the formation of gluten.  Traditionally, when you want to get a great, crusty bread, you knead the hell out of it.  Most recipes for artisanal breads say that you should knead the dough for 30 minutes by hand or 15 minutes if you’re using a stand mixer.  Then you let it rise.  Punch it down and knead it again.  Let it rise again, then bake it.  Well, there’s another way to generate gluten in your bread dough: time.  Gluten will generally form if given enough time…even if you don’t knead it at all.  With bread, however, the difficulty is giving the dough enough time to generate gluten, but not so much time that the yeast can take over and turn your dough into the Blob that Ate Tokyo.  That is why, for this recipe, there is such a minute amount of yeast.  If you were to put in a full packet of yeast, the dough would balloon up in a couple of hours, and the yeast would have eaten through all the food in the dough before there would be enough time for the dough to develop adequate gluten.  With such a small amount of yeast, the dough rises very slowly, allowing the dough time to get all gluteny.  And no, gluteny is not a word.

The dough for this recipe must sit for 12-18 hours…18 being preferable.  I had originally planned on letting mine rest for 12 hours, but because I forgot, it got a 14 hour rest.  During that time, you’ll find that the bread will also develop the kind of flavor that most non-sourdough breads simply can’t match. 

When the resting period is up, dust your bench and your hands with an ample amount of flour and turn the dough out onto the bench.  Simply fold the dough in thirds, turn it 90 degrees, then fold the dough in thirds again.  Then form the dough in a ball by tucking the edges of the dough underneath until you’ve got a nice skin on the top of the dough.  Spread out one of your towels and dust it with a little cornmeal.  Place the dough on the towel seam side down, dust it with a little more flour, and cover the whole thing with the other towel.  Let it rise for 2 more hours.

Because of my poor time planning and easy distractibility, I was unable to let my dough rise for the full 2 hours.  I set mine aside for about 50 minutes.  The final product was a little more dense than I would have liked, but it was still delicious.  I’m certain that if I had allowed it to rise the full 2 hours, it would have been perfect.

About 30 minutes before the final rise is complete, put the terra cotta pot inverted over the saucer (like in the picture) into a COLD oven and preheat the oven to 450 degrees.  I will take a moment to remind you AGAIN that you should never rely on your oven’s thermometer to be accurate.  Spend the $10 and get yourself a little oven thermometer.  You’ll be glad you did. 

When the time comes to bake the bread, open the oven, remove the terra cotta pot, and set it aside.  (ON A HOT PAD, PLEASE!  YOU’LL MELT YOUR COUNTERS OTHERWISE!)  Remove the top towel from the bread, then slide your hand under the bottom towel and pick up the dough ball.  Turn the dough upside down and place it in middle of the saucer.  For those of you keeping track, that means that the seam side will now be facing up.  It’ll look a little strange, but that’s fine.  Replace the pot on the saucer and close the oven.  Let the bread bake for 30 minutes.

After 30 minutes, remove the pot and let the bread continue to brown for another 10-30 minutes.  Remove from the oven and allow to cool at least a little bit.

Cut, slather with homemade peach jam, prepare to meet your maker in ecstasy. 

Now, I want to point out that this is a long post with VERY detailed instructions.  Much like my post about the Ultimate Chocolate Chip Cookies (which BTW, has driven more traffic to my blog than anything I’ve ever written except my post about mommy bloggers) I wanted to be very specific with the instructions, even though the actual application of those instructions is quite simple.  Give it a try. 

By the way, if you’re not particularly thrilled about the idea of having a terra cotta flower pot sitting around in your kitchen, don’t forget that the saucer can be used in the same way a pizza stone is.  Great for cookies, pizzas, and you can also use the whole pot for slow-roasting meats.  (You’ll just want to use a glass dish inside of the pot to hold the juices).

So, that’s the awesomeness of no-knead bread.  Thanks to the New York Times for the basic recipe, and to Alton Brown for the understanding of the science.  And now, I’m off to make a grilled peanut butter and banana sandwich with cinnamon and brown sugar on homemade bread.  The King still lives!

One of the worst trends ever to be foisted upon the American consciousness is the lo-carb, no-carb Atkins nonsense.  Besides being entirely contrary to tens of thousands of years of nutritional evolution in humans, the whole no-carb craze has one completely fatal flaw.  BREAD IS AWESOME.  I have a co-worker whose doctor suggested to her that she stop eating wheat and gluten products because she might be allergic.  My response to that?  "Well, you just need to tell that doctor to go to Hell."  If I had to choose between eating bread and dying from an allergic reaction or not eating bread and living until the age of 150, I’d be calling up funeral homes.  Life without bread is not a life worth living.  Celiac Disease be damned.

You see, there are few things in this world better than bread.  Now, I’m not talking about your standard grocery store bread, but real, honest-to-goodness, made by hand bread.  (As a side note: know how to tell if you have good bread or not?  Is your bread sold in a plastic bag?  If the answer to that question is yes, then it’s not good bread.  It’s that simple!)  I spent my life eating mass-produced bread.  I know better than anyone what that spongy, slimy mess tastes (or more accurately, doesn’t taste) like.  I grew up thinking that the way to tell if a loaf of bread was fresh was to squeeze it.

I know that I was not alone in such an upbringing.  Many of us were.  And we can’t blame our mothers.  My mom had quite enough on her hands, thank you very much, without having to worry about making fresh, homemade bread three times a week for her family.  (Which is too bad, because my mom’s homemade bread was pretty good most of the time.)  For a while, I used to bake bread regularly, and I loved the final product.  I did not, however, love the bread making process.  Hours and hours of kneading, forming loaves, punching down, re-kneading…It’s just so not worth it.

Well, I came across this recipe from the New York Times website recently, and figured I’d give it a try.  I’d seen something similar on the best food TV show in the world, Good Eats, and figured if it was good enough for AB, it was good enough for me.  You don’t have to knead the dough at all, which is great, but you do have to let it rise for 12-18 hours.  I had started my dough this morning at 9AM.  I figured I would let it rise for 12 hours, then bake it off late at night, and have it cooled down and ready to eat by morning.

There were a couple of problems with this train of thought:

1. Yes, you have to let it rest for 12 hours, but then you have to form the dough into a ball and let it rise another 2 hours.  Apparently, in addition to being unable to read my own writing for typos and grammatical errors, I’m incapable of reading a recipe thoroughly.

2. Letting bread sit for 12 hours would not be a problem for me if I didn’t have a tendency to be a) easily distracted and b) forgetful.  So, when 11:00 rolled around, I wandered into the kitchen to get a drink before bed and noticed a whole bowl of bread dough that had been rising since 9AM.  Oops.

So, it’s now 11:47, and I’ve got a loaf of bread rising on the stove.  The oven is preheating to 450 degrees, and at midnight, I’m going to put the somewhat incompletely risen loaf of bread in the oven to bake for 30 minutes.  This just goes to show you how much I love bread.  I will be baking a loaf at 12:30 with the full knowledge that I didn’t follow the recipe and that it probably won’t turn out well.  Ah well.  C’est la vie, eh?

Besides, what better midnight snack than a piping hot loaf of (probably too dense) bread slathered with real butter and a heaping tablespoon of homemade peach jam.  Suck it, Cheetos!

I’ll let y’all know how it turned out…but probably not until tomorrow.

So, last Thursday, my friend Mukluk came up to visit me.  Mukluk (names have been changed) and I met in college where she played the piano for many of my musical theatre classes.  And she rocked, yea, exceedingly.  The very first time she played a song for me, it was a very tricky song to play.  It changed between 5/8, 6/7, and 7/8 time nearly every single measure.  She played nearly perfectly first time through.

We didn’t really hang out much in school, but once we got to Tuacahn in the summer of 2003, we both worked in the box office, along with another small group of folks with whom we all became friends.  The five or six of us did a ton of stuff together over the summer, and nearly laughed ourselves sick.  It was, without question, the best part of working at Tuacahn…working in the box office with Kameron, Jennie, Tom, Amanda, and Mukluk.

Anyway, Mukluk came up to Washington for a specific reason which I’m not sure I’m at liberty to discuss in public in my blog yet, but while she was here, she stayed with me in my new apartment, and we had a blast.

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Thursday night: Dinner at Gluttons ‘R’ Us Claim Jumper.  I ate approximately 3700 calories in a single meal.  (Not an exaggeration.) Introduced Mukluk to the joy that is Pushing Daisies

Friday night: Dinner at What the Pho, Yogurt at Red Mango, and Avatar in 3D (enjoyable once, but I have no desire to see it again…it was entertaining, but not great.  And if it wins the best picture Oscar, I’m going to fire bomb the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences so we can be done with the Academy Awards once and for all.)

Saturday: Breakfast at Top Pot Donuts.  Ferry Ride to Bainbridge Island. 

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Went to the Zoo.  Ate one of the most disgusting and overpriced lunches I could possibly imagine from the food court at said zoo.  (Yuck.) 

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Came home and took a nap.  Watched more Pushing Daisies.  Went to Pomegranate Bistro for dinner, and had one of the best restaurant meals I’ve ever had in my life.  Braised Short Ribs, Mashed Potatoes topped with fried onions, Pan sautéed sprout leaves (which were, shockingly, the most amazing part of the plate) and mango crème brulee with coconut twist cookies.  It. Was. SO. Good.  Came back and enjoyed the brilliance that is Drop Dead Gorgeous.

Sunday: Recover.

Mukluk, it was a blast to have you here.  I hope you can come back again soon. 

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