…you all ought to have a proper starter; for them as are lacking, we recommend http://carlsfriends.net/ as a good source.
It’ll cost you less than a buck; go do it.
As a bit of history: why did the Jews not have time to let their bread rise before fleeing? Because sourdough. Modern yeasts weren’t isolated until the nineteenth century; much as we like them at breakfast-time, they’ll never have the flavour of traditional sourdough.
So…go drop a couple of stamps and get your bread some real flavour. And if you really want to learn, https://www.bakewithmike.com/ is always a good option. We’ve cooked with him before, and learned much. Our sourdough blueberry muffins are basically stolen from him, with much appreciation.
Tags: Cooking, Food
We were listening to NPR this afternoon when the reporter announced that she’s 26.
When did we become an old man?
We suppose we can still be a soothsayer.
For those unaware, we grew up on Baa Baa Black Sheep (under its alternate title, Black Sheep Squadron-occasionally in the local Officers’ Quarters).
We chanced to discover upon the following:
Upon referral to Dad (who also introduced me to airplanes, and to proper–read: round) engines, he said “That radial RV is cool. Almost looked like a scene from Black Sheep Squadron” [same show].
We had an understanding, perhaps even a connection. And he’s even asking my advice about buying a welder.
Tags: Airplanes, Aviation
It’s nearly August, which means it’s once again time for the Perseid meteor shower. The radiant for this shower is Perseus (hence the name), which can be found in the northeast, with the peak expected approximately August 12th. At least one source is calling for this to be a particularly spectacular year, possibly even rivaling the famed 1833 Leonid shower (which famously inspired the jazz standard “Stars Fell on Alabama”).
Jimmy’s cover is, of course, our favourite:
In the news:
Felon Named “Fellony” Charged with New Felonies
A 22-year-old named Fellony Hudson is accused of felony kidnapping, felony eluding, felony possession of a stolen vehicle and several misdemeanors after police pursued him across state lines.
After a chase that spanned several cities, his vehicle was eventually hit with a set of spike strips, causing a tire to deflate and leading to the end of the chase.
Hudson, who has been convicted of at least four previous felonies, was taken into custody.
Poor kid never had a chance.
Let us remember LawDog’s words of wisdom regarding the naming of children:
When my legions of flying monkeys complete my Plan for World Domination, this bushwa is going to stop.
And because I will be a libertarian despotic tyrant, I won’t even order folks not to hang silly-arsed names on their children.
No, I will simply open a folder for each child stuck with an unfortunately cocked-over name. Inside this folder, I will place several pre-signed, blank conspiracy warrants and two pre-signed pardons.
And every time little Kal-el¹ gets punched in the mouth (“From Krypton, huh?” Pow! “Guess not, loser!”) or young Superman gets thrown off the bleachers (“If you’re really Superman, you should be able to fly!”), then Mama and Daddy get arrested for Conspiring To Make A Child’s Life A Living Hell, and are punished along with the heathens.
The pardons will come into play when young GoldenPalaceDotCom Silverman finally loses his grip on his mud and sets his parents bed on fire. One pardon for one criminal act committed upon each parent.
(Also: LawDog’s first book is out in electronic form, with dead-tree to follow soon. You go buy now!)
1. We would note for the record that we are personally acquainted with a couple who named their son Kal-el. Perhaps not coincidentally, dad is a multiple offender in both the misdemeanor and felony games. But that’s none of our business.
Happy birthday, America, and everybody who shares the day.
We somehow missed the news a year-and-change ago, but it would seem that OKC’s Coach House restaurant is no more. We only had the opportunity to eat there once, but greatly enjoyed the experience.
We were also not aware of the breadth of the restaurant’s impact on the OKC’s culinary scene. The restaurants that were spawned by the Coach House and its principals are numerous and diverse, and we have enjoyed several of them as well.
Truly, we are the poorer for its demise, and wish we had had more opportunities to dine there.
As part of our renovations here at the Hatrack, we stumbled across several turtles, one of which ended up as a gift to Joey. He was quite thrilled with this, and went to go “check on it” to make sure it still had water, see if it was eating, etc. about every two minutes for the rest of the evening.
When we finally headed home, we got about twenty minutes down the road when we got a phone call and several panicked text messages saying “THE TURTLE IS GONE! PLEASE COME BACK OVER HERE!” Now, we saw the cage in which the turtle is being kept–in fact, we cleaned it ourselves at the car wash–and are quite prepared to say that there’s no way the turtle could have gotten out. After calming him a bit over the phone, we told him to go check under the wood chips in the bottom of the cage. “I did,” he cried, “and it isn’t there!” Go check again, child, and look thoroughly. “But I did! Please come back here!” Okay, we said, and turned around.
Just as we were about to get back on the highway, we called back, and he had found the turtle, hiding under the wood chips as described. Crisis averted, we got back on the road for home, with only about five minutes lost. Apparently, though, when he first thought he’d lost his turtle, Joey ran into his mother’s room screaming “I NEED MY DAD, I NEED MY DAD!” We think that’s the first time he’s done that.
In any event, by means of its brief adventure, the turtle gave itself a name. We’d like to introduce Heidi (or perhaps Hidey; the spelling wasn’t defined):
Tags: Joey, Pets