Needed for Sandwiches: Decent Bread Dough

Lately, I have been attempting bread baking.

Partially because I keep forgetting to buy bread at the store, and partially because I really love homemade bread.

A variety of disasters have occurred, naturally.

I have over-risen dough- leaving to the yeast up, I guess. The top of the loaf looked all kinds of odd. Tasted ok, but the texture wasn’t great.

I have under-risen dough – leading to a very dense brick of something that sort of looked like bread. I ended up crumbling this loaf up and using it in tiny bits in soup.

I have done perfectly fine with the dough and then over or undercooked it.

I have spent way too long swearing at bread that stuck to my bread pan, because I CAN’T FIGURE OUT HOW TO NOT HAVE IT STICK. Butter the pan? Sticks. Olive oil? Sticks. Pam spray? STICKS.

So, when I saw that King Arthur Flour had a bread making class up on Craftsy, I got a little excited.

King Arthur Flour Bread Essentials
King Arthur Flour – Essentials of Bread Baking

Yes, that’s an affiliate link, but to be absolutely honest, King Arthur Flour emailed me about the class before I figured out it was on Craftsy.

I’m hoping I can end up figuring out how to turn a decent loaf of bread out of my oven by taking this.

…now I just need to figure out how to stop eating all the homemade bread in the first two days.

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What I Will Do Tomorrow

I have big plans for tomorrow, to be carried out after dropping Voldemort at school.

They include!
-rummaging through the lost and found at the Dark Lordling’s school, as a jacket was lost. I don’t particularly care about the jacket as it was a back up jacket, BUT THE KID’S GLASSES ARE IN A JACKET POCKET.
-going to the post office and mailing off a plethora of things, including an amazon return and a small package for my BFF that was originally mis-addressed, as I don’t know the different between morning and evening.
-going to Costco to buy needed things. Like toilet paper and nutella. Peanut butter. The important things.
-if/when glasses are not found, picking kid up a little early to go to eye doc to replace glasses

What I will probably actually do:
-get overwhelmed by the lost and found bin
-fall in
-find self in Narnia. Maybe Wonderland.

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5 Best of the Spiral – 2015

Looking back at my stats this past year has been entertaining. Especially because I have whole long stretches without posting ANYTHING where I would be lucky to get 3 views a day.

However, for some reason, wordpress/jetpack assures me that my favorite posting day is Thursday. And that my top viewed post is actually from 2009!

My “recipe” for Butterball Soup remains the top most viewed post I’ve ever made with a grand total of 64 views in 2015. Which is wildly interesting, as it was posted way before pinterest was really a thing – which is how it’s gotten so many views. I might have to revisit this and post an updated version with an actual graphic and see how that changes shares and pins and stuff.

The other four most viewed are all about alcoholism. Yay.

From the Trenches of Alcoholism – 63 views
This was deadly hard for me to write, and I am honored that it seems to have resonated with so many people.

How It Breaks and With My Mouth Closed were tied with 35 views each. Although I just now noticed that I posted something in 2014 called With My Mouth Shut which is about kidney stones and not alcoholism. Go figure. How It Breaks was another one that was really hard for me to write. I worked on it for several days, after Voldemort was in bed so I wasn’t going to have to come up with calming things about the fact I was crying. It was, however, very cathartic to write.

In the 5th most viewed places is Hope and Bravery and Beginning Again.

I feel like all of these show how much pain resonates with all of us. My readers are still here. I am still here.

Here’s to 2016. May we all have a much less shitty year.

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Happy New

I’m kicking 2015 to the curb and yelling “Good riddance!”

I’m also sitting in my pjs under two blankets with tea and seriously contemplating just curling up in my chair for a nap rather than drag myself upstairs to bed.

I’m also waiting, again, to find out if anyone knows where b is. Or if he’s sober. Or in the hospital. because that seems to be how I spend the last week.

Come on 2016. Don’t let me down. You’ve gotta be better than this.

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Comfort Movies

I have to ask; what do other people watch for comfort movies?

I’m not talking about movies when you want to cry or kick things, I mean, movies that you’ll put on whenever – when you need something on in the background but want something that doesn’t need too much of your attention. Something you know, where you can look up whenever and know instantly what’s going on.

Mine? Of course I’ll share!

Grease 2:
Fuck you, this is a cinematic MASTERPIECE.

If you’ve never seen it, you are missing out on SO MUCH. Michelle Pfeiffer! Bowling! Talent shows! Motorcycles!

You know how the original Grease, the T-birds and the Pink Ladies are the coolest kids in school? In this one, the T-birds are RIDICULOUS, and the Pink Ladies are a mess – it’s just like real teenagers!

I can’t spoil the amazingness that is Cool Rider for you, so here is my second favorite song:

(When I went to New York and saw Blood Brothers on Broadway, I spent a ridiculous amount of time trying to figure out where I knew the narrator from. IT WAS JOHNNY NAGERELLI)

The Fault In Our Stars:
I know. I KNOW. It’s a cancer movie about teenagers dying of cancer. But I love it. When I’m comfort watching, I skip the entire scene with whatshisname the author because it makes me angry, but the rest of it is lovely and gives me hope. It helps, I think, that I went into the movie months after reading the book three times and so knew the story and came in armed with many tissues.

David Bowie and Jim Henson are amazing and I still want the dress Sarah wears in the beginning of the movie. Plus, it’s my childhood, so I’ve seen it a billion times.

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