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Jul. 17th, 2008 03:22 pmI am on a serious cooking bender today.
I baked some bread this morning and prepped things for a strata that will be for dinner. (Thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
85percent for the recipe)Then this afternoon I put together things for a sorbet I am working on. The mixture is chilling at the moment. I think I should be able to churn it tonight or tomorrow morning. The cake I want to bake should wait until tomorrow as I ran out of eggs. I can wait to buy eggs at the market or something. I also made Summer pudding for Mr. Jenner. That won't be ready until tomorrow. Between that and the strata it was a good way to use up a bunch of bread ends that were lingering in the freezer. More room for sorbet and ice cream!!!
Tomorrow I will hopefully get some raspberries and logan berries. More jam-making this weekend.
We had our first batch of strawberries from the garden. Senor Onion was a bit of a pig about them. We should get a few more. Though he may just eat the rest. I plan on expanding the strawberry bed for next year. More berries! More fun!
The Guardian has this feature called The Writers' Rooms that documents (funny enough) the rooms of various well-known writers. Some living. Some dead. Grand stuff. A recent one was Charlotte Bronte's room. I have seen the actual room. The house where she lived with her family is incredibly cozy and cheerful. It's true like the description that the Moors themselves are incredibly bleak at times. Beautiful but definitely overwhelming. Not to mention the cemetery just next door to the parsonage is hilariously macabre with the endless lists on the stones of pre-mature deaths. It wasn't a fun period to catch a cold.
The rooms are tiny but I could easily see myself wanting to sit in a chair and just relax with a cup of tea. The definite sad presence in the Bronte "writing room" is the sofa on which Emily supposedly died. It definitely holds a faintly gloomy aura.
Check out the other writers' rooms. I like Roald Dahl's room and Simon Armitage's room which is like a shrine to books.
If I was ever honored to have my "writing room" displayed for public viewing -it would be a dining room table with piles of books, papers and other things I ignore. There would also be a cup of half-full cold tea and a half-eaten chocolate bar.
I baked some bread this morning and prepped things for a strata that will be for dinner. (Thanks to
85percent for the recipe)Then this afternoon I put together things for a sorbet I am working on. The mixture is chilling at the moment. I think I should be able to churn it tonight or tomorrow morning. The cake I want to bake should wait until tomorrow as I ran out of eggs. I can wait to buy eggs at the market or something. I also made Summer pudding for Mr. Jenner. That won't be ready until tomorrow. Between that and the strata it was a good way to use up a bunch of bread ends that were lingering in the freezer. More room for sorbet and ice cream!!!Tomorrow I will hopefully get some raspberries and logan berries. More jam-making this weekend.
We had our first batch of strawberries from the garden. Senor Onion was a bit of a pig about them. We should get a few more. Though he may just eat the rest. I plan on expanding the strawberry bed for next year. More berries! More fun!
The Guardian has this feature called The Writers' Rooms that documents (funny enough) the rooms of various well-known writers. Some living. Some dead. Grand stuff. A recent one was Charlotte Bronte's room. I have seen the actual room. The house where she lived with her family is incredibly cozy and cheerful. It's true like the description that the Moors themselves are incredibly bleak at times. Beautiful but definitely overwhelming. Not to mention the cemetery just next door to the parsonage is hilariously macabre with the endless lists on the stones of pre-mature deaths. It wasn't a fun period to catch a cold.
The rooms are tiny but I could easily see myself wanting to sit in a chair and just relax with a cup of tea. The definite sad presence in the Bronte "writing room" is the sofa on which Emily supposedly died. It definitely holds a faintly gloomy aura.
Check out the other writers' rooms. I like Roald Dahl's room and Simon Armitage's room which is like a shrine to books.
If I was ever honored to have my "writing room" displayed for public viewing -it would be a dining room table with piles of books, papers and other things I ignore. There would also be a cup of half-full cold tea and a half-eaten chocolate bar.
