Sunday, February 28, 2010
1/2 cup oil (olive)
1 cup honey
1/2 cup buttermilk or sour milk
2 cups whole wheat flour
1 tsp. soda (baking)
1/4 tsp. salt
1 1/2 tsp. cinnamon
1 cup grated carrots
Beat eggs, add oil, honey and buttermilk and mix well. Sift flour, soda, salt & cinnamon together and add to egg mixture. Beat until smooth. Add carrots and mix well. Pour into greased 8 inch square pan and bake at 350 degrees for 45 minutes. Cake is moist and delicious.
Oddly enough, I actually had whole wheat flour in my freezer. The only thing I had to find was buttermilk, which isn't as easy as you would think. Now I'm stuck with almost a whole pint of buttermilk to use. I guess I'll just have to make something else with it.
As for this recipe, I used a 7.5x7.5 inch square pan, so the cake was a bit higher than usual. I had to cook it a bit longer than the 45 minutes, and then the center "fell" a bit as it cooled. It's very moist, so it was stored in the fridge. No icing was provided, but so far, the I.T. department guinea pigs haven't complained.
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Today was ok. I had a talk today I did bad I had a good birthday. I got $24.00 and a lot of other things. It snowed twice this last month.
I think this will serve as the last of the retroblogging entries from the All About Me journal that I kept, oh, so briefly, in the 1980s.
Once again, my loquaciousness overwhelms me. Where is the descriptive prose? Where are the minute details of my life, beyond my glee at getting 24 whole dollars for my birthday. Though, to be fair, in 1983, that was a lot of money for me. I don't even think I have $24 in my wallet at the moment.
Friday, February 26, 2010
The Big J is a college conservatory. There are auditions scheduled every day for the next ten days. Audition week here is like the Olympics of music, dance, and drama. These kids work for years for their chance to try out, and then pass through layers of qualifiers, just to get admitted. Some people travel in from around the world just to audition. It’s a big deal for the students and their families, and the school will not deny them the chance. Thus, we are open – regardless if we are working auditions – which, luckily, I do not! (Sorry readers, you can’t bribe me for help getting in.) Repeated checking of the cell phone and the main number to the office crushed my hopes for another blessed snow day this month. Plus, I had an application that had to be filed by today. Phooey.
The newscasters warned me of 20-90 minute delays on my trains. I knew it was going to be bad. I thought I was prepared for it. The 35 minute wait on the platform wouldn’t have been so awful, if my feet weren’t soaking wet from the puddles I had to splash through to get to the station. Then the commute was a 45 minute standing room only experience, ala the Tokyo Subway. It would have been bearable if I wasn’t smooshed into a human pretzel. I want to learn yoga, but even trained yogis would have been hard-pressed to find the zen in the mass of bodies that was the train this morning. At one point, one of my shoulders was in some guy’s armpit, and my other shoulder was in between some lady’s shoulder blades. (I hope they were her shoulder blades.) I had an elbow in my kidney for a while, plus my knees and hips were canted in different directions. A chiropractor would have a field day with me right now. Oh, and that’s not all. I was in the vestibule on a local train as people were jostling to get on and OFF. It was a LONG, miserable, achy, ride. Needless to say, I got to work very cold and cranky.
As the day progressed, and the snows fell, those of us in the office got a little punchy. It could have been the exchanging of the “war stories” (my commute was sooooooo bad), or the very casual nature of the various clothing ensembles, but our conversational topics began to get decidedly odd. Somehow it turned to current events (like this and that) and this gem was uttered:
Me: Well, they are called killer whales for a reason.
Boss: I bet cows kill more people per year than killer whales do!
Me: (*beat*) hysterical laughter*
Then my Boss LOOKED UP THE STATISTICS, proving once again that you can find anything on the Internet.
Moral of the story?
Really? You want one?
This entry is about snow, trains, killer whales, and cows, for cripes sake!
Is it spring yet?
*** I do extend my deepest sympathies to the family and friends of the SeaWorld trainer, of course. I'm not trying to be disrespectful to her memory at all.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
I'm still salivating about this culinary adventure. We topped the day off by wandering up to the Chelsea Market where our eyes, ears, and other senses feasted away. ...
I can't wait to see where my culinary and other explorations take me next.
For now, I'm The Shushing Librarian ... shhhhhing off.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
I am totally ashamed. Auntie's nephew was there, and he was better behaved than me. No wonder the chef was flinging food at him. I have decided that perhaps I should seek some help for my partying ways. No more sake for me at the sushi bars. No margaritas at the Mexican joints. No more limoncellos at the Italian place up the street.
Coming up next, my adventures at a Chip Shop in Chelsea sans a pint, or a lager, or Pims.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
You know it's been snowing a lot on the East Coast. Here I am giving you a sense of how much snow we've been getting. I've been up to my neck in shovelling. I've been savouring the snow days, but it does put a crimp in my blogging.
Oh no ... someone took a picture of me posing ala "Stick a fork in me. I'm done."Sadly, emergency services had to be called, and I got carted off. My friends tell me that the EMS workers were totally hot, but I was a hot mess. They dumped me back at my hotel to sleep it off.I had the strangest dreams ... or at least, I HOPE they were dreams. There was something about flying saucers or were they wheels?
I also vaguely remember something about scuba diving into coral reefs or being poked by cacti. There was water involved -- maybe it's because I had to float to the bathroom about 3:00 a.m.I passed out again, but I do remember this bit from my last batch of dreams. Dr. Freud would totally have something to say about my dreams about the giant bananas and the hammocks. Coming up next, how I had my eyeballs flamed out at Samurai 21.
Monday, February 22, 2010
One day I went to consult with a colleague in his office and was confronted by this sight.
Directly over his desk, and taking up a prominent place in the office, was a paper-maiche piñata of a Canadian Goose, with multi-colored streamers and lovely gossamer foil highlights.
Lucky me ... I found out where it was being stored, and got to have some fun with it before it was delivered to the ebay auction winner.
Here's another view of one of my colleagues getting goosed.
Seriously, you just NEVER know what you're going to see when you go to work.