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Nov. 1st, 2012 10:45 am
kadenza: (OSC)
It's becoming tedious to say "I should post more" at the beginning of every post... but... I should really post more.

When the tail end of the hurricane/tropical depression/whatever it was passed through, nothing happened except one dead branch fell from our ash tree. I inspected it for signs of Emerald Ash Borer and found that something had indeed been chewing away at the wood under the bark. However, the munch marks (galleries) were not the right S-shape and the eggs I found were long and thin rather than round. Whatever ate the branch was probably not EAB, but I'm still thinking of calling a tree specialist just to be on the safe side. I hear that there is actually an effective treatment that can be injected under the bark, and a coupe of arborists in the city are licensed to administer it.

In Science Centre news, I got my photo badge last week, so I'm now official. One of the other volunteers was telling me it was nearly two years before she got hers, so it sounds like they might have fast-tracked me. The badge allows me to get in for free, and also take other people in with me. I can drop in and use the loom whenever I want (and they strongly encourage this). The loom has been moved to the new hall (the Rock, Paper, Science hall) and seems to be unharmed. We have a number of improvements to make at the suggestion of a Jacquard consultant (who knew there was such a thing?) as well as a new warp to wind. There are three yards remaining on the current warp, and we've decided to splurge on the best-available Swedish cotton for the next one. We've also decided as a group that we're not learning anything new by weaving the same two coverlets over and over, so we're going to start experimenting with making new designs and cutting our own cards. This excites me, and I hope I can get in on the design process. Most amazing to me is the fact that my completely-uninterested-in-weaving husband's interest has been piqued by all this, and he says he'd like to try writing us a program to convert our designs to punchcard format.
kadenza: (schnitzel)
Yesterday, El Guapo turned 38. I made him a cake and iced it with a recipe I found on the intarwebs that sounded so crazy I had to try it. It starts off like a bechemal sauce with hot milk and flour, of all things, but you end up with something the consistency of whipped cream that is dangerously tasty. Like, not-enough-left-for-the-cake dangerous. I did have some trouble getting the butter and sugar to be not grainy, however. I used softened butter, though the recipe doesn't really specify.

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5 Tablespoons Flour
1 cup Milk
1 teaspoon Vanilla
1 cup Butter
1 cup Granulated Sugar (not Powdered Sugar!)

In a small saucepan, whisk flour into milk and heat, stirring constantly, until it thickens. You want it to be very thick, thicker than cake mix, more like a brownie mix is. Remove from heat and let it cool to room temperature. (If I’m in a hurry, I place the saucepan over ice in the sink for about 10 minutes or so until the mixture cools.) It must be completely cool before you use it in the next step. Stir in vanilla.

While the mixture is cooling, cream the butter and sugar together until light and fluffy. You don’t want any sugar graininess left. Then add the completely cooled milk/flour/vanilla mixture and beat the living daylights out of it. If it looks separated, you haven’t beaten it enough! Beat it until it all combines and resembles whipped cream.
kadenza: (crafts)
Overnight I had my 15th and 16th Spoonflower sales, breaking the $50 mark. It seems to take a while, but those one and two dollarses do add up. I forget when I started, March or something [edit: January!]. I can use it on the site as "Spoondollars" or transfer it to PayPal as Actual Money. I think I'll take the cash.

What else... Marshall had his eyes lasered last Thursday, and at his checkup the next day was already 20/15 in each eye. I'm so relieved it seems to have turned out ok. I dropped him off and went shopping, didn't want to be anywhere near the place while it was going on. He's still getting used to not wearing glasses, and it's funny to see him reach down beside the bed each morning, or try to take them off before I administer his drops.

Our 3rd-floor reno is taking foreeeeever but I guess that's the way they usually go. The original estimate was three days, and that was a week ago. Fixtures, switches and outlets are yet to be done, but the floor is in, the paint is done, my warp is wound and I'm so ready to move my loom up there and get started.
kadenza: (macpc)
Me: So now that Leopard is out, I don't know why I can't find Tiger for cheap.
Him: What do you have?
Me: Panther.
Him: And what's the difference?
Me: I don't know. It's better.
Him: Kind of like... a Liger?
Me: It's pretty much my favourite operating system.

But seriously... I went to the Apple store and even though Leopard just came out, Tiger is actually more expensive ($149 vs $129... WTF).
kadenza: (sammich)
Marshie's latest project is to purchase every type of cheese mentioned in Monty Python's "Cheese Shop" sketch (with the exception of Venezuelan Beaver Cheese, which is, um, not real). Each week he brings a different kind home from the market. 43 kinds are mentioned in the sketch, but many are common (Camembert, Mozzarella, etc.) so I don't think he'll bother with those.

So far we have sampled:

Port-Salut
Pont L'Eveque
Savoyard

This week it's Caerphilly, which is quite sharp and makes a nice addition to a grilled cheese sandwich.

The pits

Jan. 3rd, 2007 11:50 am
kadenza: (?)
The other day I went into the bathroom and borrowed Marshie's clear gel deodorant, because I was going to be putting on a black tank top and all I had was the kind that leaves white gunk all over everything. He was aghast. He said he had to throw it away, and then demanded to know if I had been using his toothbrush as well.

I'm sorry, but an armpit (and a shower-fresh one, at that) is hardly the same as your mouth. There is just no comparison. Is there??
kadenza: (schnitzel)
Prebrequisite
n. Any condition that must be met in order to go out for breakfast (e.g. that wife not be still in her pajamas).


I might as well add that breakfast consisted of:

scrambled eggs with truffles, arugula and 4-yr old cheddar on a bagel
warm blueberry and cranberry scones with clotted cream and jam
amazing french toast with bits of preserved figs and the crumbly stuff like you find on top of coffee cake
sliced tomatoes with little balls of goat cheese rolled in various herbs

So anyway, two thumbs up for the brunch at Kultura (on King near Jarvis), which has apparently been open for 3 months and we never noticed.
kadenza: (kiss)
Today is our 4th anniversary. Not much is on the schedule besides dinner tonight.

Anyway, I would say that the marriage is going quite well. In a few weeks, it will be ten years since our first meeting, when I fell madly in love with Marshie, and he was none the wiser for many months. I blathered nonstop to poor [livejournal.com profile] haggisthesecond on the way home, and that night told my skeptical sister that I had just met my future husband.

He's very silly and loving and makes me smile every day. I just remembered this-- on our first morning in France, we woke to the song of an unfamiliar bird. Marshie said, "Hey, what's that bird that sounds like a cuckoo clock?"

Pudding

Apr. 11th, 2006 06:06 pm
kadenza: (sammich)
Today is Marshie's birthday. He woke up and announced (in Mexican accent) "Today, El Guapo is 33 years old!" which is apparently a reference to some dumb movie I have never seen. He told me while falling asleep last night that all he wanted in the way of a special treat was chocolate pudding, so I made him some this afternoon. Real pudding, made with real chocolate. It was my first time making it, and it worked out quite well-- no lumps. It tastes so rich it makes your eyes cross, but damn, that's a lot of stirring. You can't leave it alone for one second while it cooks, or it sticks all over the bottom of the pot. Anyway, I'm sure El Guapo will be muy contento when he gets home.
kadenza: (Default)
Marshie referred to me this morning as his "wifefriend". I don't know why, but it tickled me. We've been married nearly four years, but the term "wife" stil gives me the willies. I'm a wife. Ewww.
kadenza: (help)
Marshie's been very stressed at work, so I decided to make his favourite thing for when he got home: fresh bread. I tested my bottled yeast (5 months past expiry date) and found it lacking, so poured it down the drain and used some newer packets. About ten minutes later, I washed my hands and found that icky, yeasty water started bubbling up in both sinks. The pipe was completely plugged. I totally forgot to wash the yeast down when it was still in powder form, and it was clearly outraged.

Plunging proved fruitless; water just bubbled up in the opposite sink. I tried poking knitting needles down the drain (that's my answer to everything lately) to no avail. Even kettles full of boiling water couldn't stop the mischievous microbes. At 6 I gave up and headed out to my knitting meetup, and left Marshie to figure it out. This was the second big mistake. When I returned, he told me he had some good news and bad news. The good news? The clog was fixed. The bad news? He had used a bbq skewer to do it, freeing the clog but poking a gaping hole in the u-bend, thereby releasing two sinks' worth of dirty water into the cupboard below.

So I'm on my way out now to buy a new sink trap, and possibly a new husband and wife. The current ones are just not working out.
The bread was good, though.

Quotes

Sep. 29th, 2005 11:26 am
kadenza: (Default)
First off, since everybody's doing it, some choice dialogue from Firefly:

Mal and Jayne (disguised as as husband and wife) are driving a covered wagon being held up by bandits
Bandit: And I think maybe you're gonna give me a little one-on-one time with the missus.
Jayne: Oh, I think you might wanna reconsider that last part. See, I married me a powerful ugly creature.
Mal: How can you say that? How can you shame me in front of new people?
Jayne: If I could make you purtier, I would.
Mal: You are *not* the man I met a year ago.

And now a quote from real life, this morning:

Heather and Marshie are lying in bed
Me: (thinking about Rosh Hashanah) I think I hear the mysterious sound of the sho-fer.
Him: The what?
Me: Sho-fer? The ram's horn thing?
Him: No, no. The chauffeur takes you to temple, where you hear the mysterious sound of the sho-FAR.
Me: Oh, and then what? Is it a happy holiday?
Him: Sure, there's apples dipped in honey. And then, um, there's more apples dipped in honey. It's fun.
Me: And then the shofar? What does that mean?
Him: It's a sign of God's love... of weird people who rip horns off sheep and blow into them.
kadenza: (Default)
We finally saw Cinderella Man last night with some free movie passes we've had for ages. It was better than I expected. We mostly wanted to see it because it was filmed here and we hung around several of the sets last summer (as chronicled in this entry). Anyway, we easily recognized Queen St. E, the Distillery, the Carlu (the ballroom above College Park), the Royal York, Maple Leaf Gardens, Morningside Park, Richmond St., and a dock scene that was possibly down near the Yonge St. slip. In other words, in no way were we fooled into thinking it was NY/NJ.

Marshie was very sweet last night. He knew that the theatre (Canada Square at Yonge & Eg) was one I used to frequent with an exasperating romantic interest exactly 10 years ago, and also knew I had not been back since. After the movie, when we were trying to figure out where to go for dinner, he asked which restaurant held the worst memories for me, so we could replace them with new, good memories. I had to admit that it was North 44, so northwards we trooped, and dined among suits and cocktail dresses in our jeans and t-shirts.

Marshie = nice.

Pot Pourri

Jul. 14th, 2005 12:09 pm
kadenza: (Default)
Marshie brought home our free movie for July last night, and it was Heavenly Creatures. I had to break it to him that I've seen it about 450 times, but sure, I was up for 451. Still quite good, though I found my tolerance for excessive giggling is a lot lower than it used to be. I love the part where Kate Winslet corrects the French teacher and gives herself the name "Antoinette" with the big sign around her neck. My name in French class was Genevieve, in case you care.

So I had my appt. with the crotch docs this morning, and it looks like I have to have surgery to remove the cyst, which is apparently bigger than a navel orange but smaller than a grapefruit. They said it's not causing me any trouble at the moment, but it's so big it's got to come out at some point, so it might as well be now. I don't have a date yet but they insinuated that it might be soon. It will be a day surgery and take about 45 minutes. It sounded really interesting but no, I'm not allowed to stay awake during the procedure. She'll go in through my belly button and two smaller holes. She said she couldn't promise me pictures, but she'd try to take some for me while she's in there.
kadenza: (Default)
[lying in bed listening to the news this morning]

me: Um, Marshie... what would you do if I were to, say, lapse into a vegetative state?
him: [silence]
me: You'd pull my plug, wouldn't you! Plug puller!
him: Yes! Yes! I'd pull your plug. I'd have you cremated, and I'd throw your ashes on... um... Michael Stipe's lawn. Because I don't know where the other ones live.
me: I'm glad we had this talk.
kadenza: (Default)
I finally made some good matzo balls last night. Like, really good; the best I've ever made. Big and fluffy. Done in the middle without being too squishy on the outside. Here are the keys, which I have amassed while turning out overdone and underdone matzo balls of every description:

  • Don't cook them in the soup you're going to serve them in. Keep them in their own pot of plain salted water.
  • Don't stir the dough too much; just enough to moisten the crumbs.
  • If the mixture seems way too runny, don't panic and add more crumbs-- it will thicken up in the fridge.
  • Speaking of the fridge, don't skip this vital step. Chill for 15 minutes.
  • Use wet hands when forming the balls to keep them from sticking all over you.
  • Don't make them too big as they will grow at least twice their size during cooking, ergo, make them half the size you want them to turn out.
  • Slam that lid on and DO NOT PEEK while they cook. It makes them small and chewy, and I have no idea why.

Anyway, I had one pleased Jew on my hands last night. He gave them the "just like Bubbie used to make" seal of approval.
kadenza: (Default)
The new season of Amazing Race started last night, and was enjoyable as always. Marshall, as usual, is heading up an AR pool at his office. This season has the most entries at 26, which should result in some fairly hefty prizes ($200 for first place, $50 for second and $10 for last). He is actually treading very close to pyramid-scheme territory, however. He runs so many pools, he basically ends up paying the winner of the previous pool with the fees from the next. I'm sure it'll all come out in the wash, as they say.

Speaking of scams, the gym visit yesterday was a bit of a bust. It was nice. Really, really nice. Too nice. Brand new space, locker rooms, equipment, everything. A little coffee and juice bar, soothing decor, fresh flowers and plants everywhere, a circle of massaging chairs in front of a fireplace, steam rooms and private changing booths with doors. And the price? $33. Per week. Oh, and a $1350 initiation fee. I thanked them oh so much for the tour and got the hell away from there.
kadenza: (stunta)
Marshall was on the phone with his mother last night, trying to help her configure her e-mail which was "broken" once again. Were he not Jewish, I would consider him a good candidate for sainthood.

Marshie: Ok, click the button that says SSL.
Mother: What button?
Marshie: See that thing that says SSL? Click it.
Mother: I don't see any button.
Marshie: I swear to God, it's a button. Click it.
Mother: What's a button?
[brief, disbelieving pause]
Marshie: What's a button? Do you see where it says SSL? Describe it to me.
Mother: It's in a square.
Marshie: Well, that's a button.
Mother: Why is it called a button?
Marshie: Because you can click it.
Mother: I always just called them squares.
kadenza: (generosity)
Yesterday's games day was a great success, thanks to everyone who showed up and brought food! I thought it all went swimmingly. Note to [livejournal.com profile] epi_lj: I found a piece from Settlers on the floor I'll have to return to you at some point.

On Saturday we took care of various household chores and then went to my parents' place for dinner. My mother tried to get me to eat a fresh chocolate-chocolate-chip sourdough bundt cake which I found surprisingly easy to turn down. All I had to do was think about all the hard work I put in last week.

On the way home I was driving and stuck Comfort Eagle into the CD player and after a few minutes Marshall suddenly said, "You know, that Cake show we saw in Florida was really good." Fortunately we were stopped at a light or I might have driven off the road. The show in question, for those who didn't know me back then, was in February of 2002. Talk about a delayed reaction. "You what? You liked it? Since when?" I demanded. "I dunno... it was really fun and the music was good," he replied. Amazing.

It was a good show, but I didn't know he thought so too. I just leafed through my trip diary and found the appropriate entry. Something that made me laugh was a part where I noted that there was a lot of smoking going on at the show, and not all of it was tobacco, a fact that did not escape the notice of lead singer John McCrea. "We were under the impression that Florida was drug free," he deadpanned. "Cake is very disappointed."

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