The night-blooming cereus, an epiphyllum, is very joyously putting out new shoots and buds at the tips of its leaves. Stay tuned for glorious, stinky blooms!
Those lovely shoots, and they are many, are becoming new leaves...no actual flower buds yet! (April 25)
Sunday, December 16, 2012
Exchange A for B for a new taste treat
The latest entry in the substitution tradition: frozen baked bean tofu delite.
Silken tofu; can baked beans, drained; 1tsp each of ginger and cinnamon; 11/2 tsp each cloves and nutmeg; 2 tbsp maple syrup. Whirl all in blender til smooth; freeze in ice cream machine.
N.B. Re- substitute 1 can pumpkin puree for the baked beans for a lovely pud.
Original sub- delite: pizza sauce made of tomato juice and instant mashed potatoes.
Silken tofu; can baked beans, drained; 1tsp each of ginger and cinnamon; 11/2 tsp each cloves and nutmeg; 2 tbsp maple syrup. Whirl all in blender til smooth; freeze in ice cream machine.
N.B. Re- substitute 1 can pumpkin puree for the baked beans for a lovely pud.
Original sub- delite: pizza sauce made of tomato juice and instant mashed potatoes.
Sunday, May 6, 2012
Nothing new here...move along
Two weeks to whip the house into shape and host the Mexican Train group here. We can do it!
More tag/labels than text here...it's all good.
More tag/labels than text here...it's all good.
Saturday, May 5, 2012
Short ride
I returned from Ren's today on bicycle: 7 miles; average speed 8+mph; top speed 18?mph. Nice to know I don't need gasoline to get around ALL the time! Triathlon happening at the other end of The Woodlands...I went West, they were in the East. Nice 84 degree day, somewhat muggy. Stopped at the French bakery for a croissant and café au lait on the way home...thought of C and his breakfast club. I suppose I should have gone to the Caffe de Fiore, which is Mexican, since it is Cinco de Mayo...another American holiday based on another culture...
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
Bicycle
I have been out on the bicycle nearly every Tuesday that it hasn't rained since the beginning of September.
We meet at a shopping center, where I leave my car. Others ride to the gathering. Then we ride the trails for an hour or two, then we stop for coffee for an hour. I'd like to say that I am getting to know The Woodlands, but some of the trails go off behind houses, and I have no sense of where we are at those times.
MapMyRide does not always pick up my route, but I am just getting used to it, so I probably am not pushing the right buttons!
Today, I also rode home from the coffee klatch...which means the car is still at the shopping center.
I rode 20 miles today, all told.
We meet at a shopping center, where I leave my car. Others ride to the gathering. Then we ride the trails for an hour or two, then we stop for coffee for an hour. I'd like to say that I am getting to know The Woodlands, but some of the trails go off behind houses, and I have no sense of where we are at those times.
MapMyRide does not always pick up my route, but I am just getting used to it, so I probably am not pushing the right buttons!
Today, I also rode home from the coffee klatch...which means the car is still at the shopping center.
I rode 20 miles today, all told.
Monday, April 23, 2012
It's a Frame Up
We nearly finished painting the living room outside walls. We ran out of paint with about eight square feet to go. The color is wonderful, especially with the glossy white woodwork. I hope an additional quart will match adequately.
I was able to shorten the glass curtains for two of the windows, hanging both but looping one upon itself while it waits for the corner cabinet to be put together. The striped curtains still need to be hemmed, but now that the wall is painted, it will be a pleasurable task one of these evenings. OK, several of these evenings.
We have put the illusions frames on paintings, and I snapped together the mix and match frames, discovering that one painting will need fillers on two sides to fill the frame, which is about a half inch too wide. Were it too narrow, I'd need new frame pieces. But the paintings look great framed, which they never have been, and the black frames set off their colors well on the kitchen walls.
I was able to shorten the glass curtains for two of the windows, hanging both but looping one upon itself while it waits for the corner cabinet to be put together. The striped curtains still need to be hemmed, but now that the wall is painted, it will be a pleasurable task one of these evenings. OK, several of these evenings.
We have put the illusions frames on paintings, and I snapped together the mix and match frames, discovering that one painting will need fillers on two sides to fill the frame, which is about a half inch too wide. Were it too narrow, I'd need new frame pieces. But the paintings look great framed, which they never have been, and the black frames set off their colors well on the kitchen walls.
Modern Art Songs
M, our choir director, lent me a book of contemporary art songs...lyrics by poets, music by the likes of Samuel Barber, Charles Ives, etc., who probably are not considered modern any more, but whose music is pretty wild. I looked through the entire book and found two songs that are possible; the best, I think, is one written in honor of Leonard Bernstein's birthday. It mentions pickled herring, so you know it has to be a good one!
The dining room cum music room is still partly strewn with sheet music from the early 20th century. I have played through it all, and have kept out several songs. Perhaps one of them will work for church.
But in reaction to the modern music mentioned above, I pulled out Mom's Music: The Universal Language, which she might have had as a textbook in the 1940s. The illustrations are very familiar, and I must have looked at it when I was young. Many songs that she sang around the house are there...Summertime, Smoke Gets In Your Eyes, and so forth. They all seem eminently more singable than the more contemporary ones. Except that one with the pickled herring...
The dining room cum music room is still partly strewn with sheet music from the early 20th century. I have played through it all, and have kept out several songs. Perhaps one of them will work for church.
But in reaction to the modern music mentioned above, I pulled out Mom's Music: The Universal Language, which she might have had as a textbook in the 1940s. The illustrations are very familiar, and I must have looked at it when I was young. Many songs that she sang around the house are there...Summertime, Smoke Gets In Your Eyes, and so forth. They all seem eminently more singable than the more contemporary ones. Except that one with the pickled herring...
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