![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
I was woken up at six AM (see that. big letters. very important) by helicopters. Not one. Not two. Not even three. But by four News helicopters!!!!!
I was sort of awake because of Senor Onion but we were cuddling in bed and he was trying to kick us awake. But that is much more pleasant then this.
The helicopters were just hovering in the neighborhood like big angry bees.
I give in and get up because it was so loud. LOUD!!!
I go on line and look at the 911 incident log and "OhmahlawdMaude there is a fire on 19th and Pine" A gazillion units are there and sweet perdition the world is on fire.
Or something.
I turn on the news.
Nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
I wait and wait.
I wait through light banter about weather and the thingie in space that is going to be shot to pieces.
I wait through some other stuff.
Finally?
A ten/fifteen second bit about how there is a minor construction fire and no big whoop. Things are fine. There is more chaos from the lights of the fire truck than there is from the fire. In fact you can't even really see any fire.
Nothing.
The local News organizations got their shorts up their backside for that?
I demand restitution!!!! NOW.
I want them to buy me cupcakes and sleeping pills for the pain they caused me.
A politely worded letter would do too.
Then at nine AM (yes. Still very important.) They began jack-hammering in the streets about a block over.
I suspect this has much to do with our lacklustre drainage. The floods every winter and the "Once in a Hundred year" storms we keep getting every other year. Because the city/county is just too damn cheap and lazy to put in something that actually works. "This will hold'ya" as they put some more gum and duct-tape on things as people have their yards turn into an ad-hoc rice paddy every single winter.
We are going to California this weekend.
I am looking forward to it sooooooooooooooooooooooooooo much at this point. I mean I was already giddy with excitement about seeing some friends, eating sausages and watching the Oscars in a place that may have sun and warmth.
But this just pushes me right into manically joyful territory.
I might cry like a refugee arriving in the new world when I land at Burbank on Friday.
But first I need to make lists and you know... get the laundry done.
Oh? And the bread pudding I made yesterday? Amazing.
I first did a layer of caramelized apples (with a bit of caramel for good measure) and then I put down the bread and then I made a cardamom and rum custard and poured that over everything and let it soak for a good long time.
When I was trying to figure out what to put in the bread pudding and I got out the rum and apples I thought that was kind of a faintly colonial combination and I thought of the song, "Molasses to Rum" from the musical 1776 and how one could potentially make a whole recipe inspired by that. (But I don't like the flavor of molasses all that much in a pudding) Would that be too geeky? Revolutionary history bread pudding? (As an aside the actor John Cullum's performance of that song in the film version of the musical is astounding. The song is about the hypocrisy of the Northerners who didn't keep slaves but benefited from the sale and work of said slaves)
The bread pudding was creamy and sweet and then there was the nice surprise of apples at the bottom.
Will make again.
I was sort of awake because of Senor Onion but we were cuddling in bed and he was trying to kick us awake. But that is much more pleasant then this.
The helicopters were just hovering in the neighborhood like big angry bees.
I give in and get up because it was so loud. LOUD!!!
I go on line and look at the 911 incident log and "OhmahlawdMaude there is a fire on 19th and Pine" A gazillion units are there and sweet perdition the world is on fire.
Or something.
I turn on the news.
Nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
I wait and wait.
I wait through light banter about weather and the thingie in space that is going to be shot to pieces.
I wait through some other stuff.
Finally?
A ten/fifteen second bit about how there is a minor construction fire and no big whoop. Things are fine. There is more chaos from the lights of the fire truck than there is from the fire. In fact you can't even really see any fire.
Nothing.
The local News organizations got their shorts up their backside for that?
I demand restitution!!!! NOW.
I want them to buy me cupcakes and sleeping pills for the pain they caused me.
A politely worded letter would do too.
Then at nine AM (yes. Still very important.) They began jack-hammering in the streets about a block over.
I suspect this has much to do with our lacklustre drainage. The floods every winter and the "Once in a Hundred year" storms we keep getting every other year. Because the city/county is just too damn cheap and lazy to put in something that actually works. "This will hold'ya" as they put some more gum and duct-tape on things as people have their yards turn into an ad-hoc rice paddy every single winter.
We are going to California this weekend.
I am looking forward to it sooooooooooooooooooooooooooo much at this point. I mean I was already giddy with excitement about seeing some friends, eating sausages and watching the Oscars in a place that may have sun and warmth.
But this just pushes me right into manically joyful territory.
I might cry like a refugee arriving in the new world when I land at Burbank on Friday.
But first I need to make lists and you know... get the laundry done.
Oh? And the bread pudding I made yesterday? Amazing.
I first did a layer of caramelized apples (with a bit of caramel for good measure) and then I put down the bread and then I made a cardamom and rum custard and poured that over everything and let it soak for a good long time.
When I was trying to figure out what to put in the bread pudding and I got out the rum and apples I thought that was kind of a faintly colonial combination and I thought of the song, "Molasses to Rum" from the musical 1776 and how one could potentially make a whole recipe inspired by that. (But I don't like the flavor of molasses all that much in a pudding) Would that be too geeky? Revolutionary history bread pudding? (As an aside the actor John Cullum's performance of that song in the film version of the musical is astounding. The song is about the hypocrisy of the Northerners who didn't keep slaves but benefited from the sale and work of said slaves)
The bread pudding was creamy and sweet and then there was the nice surprise of apples at the bottom.
Will make again.
