Several years ago I started up a blog site for my niece and I to explore cooking and recipes. She quickly, almost immediately that is, lost interest and I have indiscriminately kept up the blog with recipes here and there. I haven’t lost my love of cooking and I hope someday my niece will rediscover her interest and passion for cooking.
Bulgur Wheat Bread
½ cup Bulgur Wheat
½ cup water
½ Dark Rye Bread Flour
½ Pumpernickel Flour
1 cup Wheat Flour
1 cup Bread Flour
1 tsp salt
2 tsp yeast
1 heaping tbsp. of Vital Wheat Gluten
1 cup of milk approximately
1 tsp coconut oil
Combine Bulgur Wheat and ½ water and let rest for about 25 minutes or until all the water is absorbed by the Bulgur.
Once the Bulgur is moist, combine all ingredients and mix thoroughly. The amount of water your bread mixture requires will vary depending on the humidity level in your geographic region.
Knead for ten minutes, the dough should form a sticky ball on the bread hook.
Remove and transfer to a loaf pan(s) to raise in a dry, warm spot for several hours.
Place risen bread in a 350° oven and bake until a knife inserted in the center comes out clean.
I place my loaves in a cold oven, the pre-heat cycle does a nice job in the final poufing of the loaves.
When the knife comes out clean, I turn off the oven and let the bread crust crisp and brown.
If you want a lighter, less dense loaf you can substitute bread flour for the three other flours.
Hubby and I are both enjoying the bread immensely. Be forewarned, it is very dense and moist. I spilt the dough into two loaf pans, making for smaller loaves. The resulting bread is shorter and makes for less crumbly, easier to slice loaves. It is delicious and filling and I don’t normally like “healthy” breads.
In the last two weeks two public figures have been publically flayed by the thin-skinned idiots that rule the world. Donald Sterling, owner of the Los Angeles Clippers, and Jeremy Clarkson, presenter of Top Gear for the BBC. Donald Sterling was illegally taped in his home making a racist statement and Jeremy Clarkson allegedly made a racist comment on edited tape that never aired.
Donald was in the privacy of his own home, with friends and family. Jeremy was saying a nursery rhyme we were all taught as children. Neither comment was for public consumption and is particularly egregious in regards to Jeremy because the newspapers went searching unaired archives to find the mumbled footage.
Look, I don’t think Donald Sterling is a stand up human being and not because of his language. He openly cheats on his wife that to me is far more reprehensible. He was illegally taped within his own home and that tape was then leaked to media outlets. His home privacy was violated and then used against him to publically humiliate and haunt him.
Jeremy Clarkson is not a racist and it is far more outrageous that the BBC forced him (against the advice of counsel) to publically apologize for not saying something. Jeremy isn’t exactly known for his politically correct personality but he is a great presenter. The BBC should be ashamed of themselves for not supporting Jeremy and giving in to yellow journalism. It is embarrassing for a once great institution like the BBC to now be forced into pandering to pathetic excuses of journalists.
People, regardless of color, religion, nationality, or age is racist. It is human nature and people that deny that are lying to themselves. It is a great, big, giant world we live in and we all do and say things that offend other people. Mature and wise individuals grow a thick skin and let the comments, intentional or otherwise, roll off them like water on a duck’s back. The rest of the people are thin skinned idiots that have somehow gained positions of power and influence across the globe. These idiots make mountains out of grains of sand and gain media attention and riches for themselves.
At what point do the free peoples of the world rise up and demand the sanctity of their homes be preserved and free from governmental and media interference and intrusion. It has long been held that a man’s home is his castle and sacrosanct. Why is that suddenly no longer true? It is time for free people to grow up and stop acting like they are in nursery school, missed their nap and skinned their knees every time someone says something that they disagree with. It is reprehensible that whining adults rule the world but it is more reprehensible that intelligent adults allow the whiners to rule.
I hereby admit the following, this exact posting will be reposted as a new post to a couple of blogs and I am horrible at managing a multitude of social media outlets for various projects at the same time. I am consolidating the social media circles to one twitter feed, one facebook feed, one pinterest feed, and one Google plus feed. Consolidation lets me manage all of my blogs, my Avon business, and the things that make me a complete human being more simply and concisely.
I decided to do this for a couple of reasons. First, trying to manage and maintain multiple social networks was taking over my life and certain ones were neglected in preference to more active ones. Secondly, a girl needs time to herself so that important activities like gardening, scrapping, stitching, gaming, or reading can actually happen! It’s very difficult to write about what’s happening in the kitchen or the garden if I’m never making cookies or picking flowers and vegetables. And lastly, having so many separate social feeds is beginning to make me feel like many one dimensional people all at the same time. I am SO over that feeling!
So, please update your links or add links as necessary. Existing separate accounts separate from the above listed sites will be deleted at the end of next week. Hope to see all of you on the new sites!
Last week hubby took off and we bummed around the house not really doing anything but enjoying one another. He slept in everyday and recharged his mental batteries for work. Then the silent burden he has lived with for more than a decade came slamming back into our lives. It isn’t a life and death matter but it is an emotional minefield. It is a situation where I am helpless to offer comfort or even words of wisdom. I am a bystander to an emotional drama I have no frame of reference for and no ability to comprehend the evil underlying the issue. All I can do is offer my unconditional love, a shoulder to cry on, a hug whenever he wants one, and a good stiff bourbon after work.
Without discussing the issue (it isn’t my issue to share with the world), how do I let go of the anger on behalf of my husband? How do I forgive the people that have so deeply and irrevocably scarred him? How do I let go of that anger for a situation out of my control but so affects my life? Honestly, I don’t know how to let it go. My husband has let it go to the best of his ability. He lives by the motto anything less is letting those that hurt him win and he refuses to let them win.
I agree with him in theory, reality is much different however. Reality is that I am a seething cauldron of emotion that has no viable outlet. I can’t vent to hubby, although he has no problem if I do, because he doesn’t need the added stress and pressure of handling my emotions and his own. My normal outlet of writing to vent emotion is an unavailable avenue because of the situation. Sure I could go write it in my diary, but I don’t think that solution works in this case. I don’t want a handwritten journal spewing anger and frustration to be the only thing that survives for my family after I die (sometime long in the future).
So, what do I do with all this frustration and emotion? How do I forgive people I never met, and will never meet, for a hurt so deep it has changed the course of my life and our life together? Holding on to it is toxic, I understand that, but forgiving is letting the evil doers get away with evil freely. I get that the evil doers could care less about the harm they inflict and have inflicted and that they believe they’ve won, but the overwhelming unfairness of the situation is just nothing I’ve ever had to face before.
What do you do when …
If you are like me and are over the age of forty then you probably remember solving school yard issues yourselves without any adult intervention. It was simple, if a fight broke out it was resolved between the students themselves and no one ever thought of running and tattling to the teacher. So imagine my dismay when I woke up this morning and read this!
Firstly, I will admit no one I went to school without ever would have thought about, let alone acted upon, bringing a weapon to school. Second, I am not blessed with children but if I were, then I would hope my child would behave precisely like the school yard hero in the story. When did schools become the place where we teach (and I use that word loosely and begrudgingly) children that the best solution is to do nothing?
I FEAR for the future. We have generations of children now raised in fear. Fear that any hint of a weapon means that the person is maniacal and out to kill. Fear that thinking and solving problems yourself will only lead to more trouble and greater personal jeopardy. Fear that failure to conform and be like everyone else will single you out for ridicule and special treatment by those in authority.
The First World has raised one generation already and another is currently in school, of children that are perfect conformists incapable of thinking for themselves. Social pressure to conform is everywhere and is a disease which we have failed to eradicate. Adults are no better off then the younger generations. We live in subdivisions with houses and yards that all look identical because any sign of difference or individuality will potentially drive down the price our property is worth. Americans are spoon fed the newest Apple product like it is manna from heaven and like sheep they rush out and purchase it, believing that it is the greatest thing around.
Growing up there was no hint that I would become the free thinker, non-conformist I’m turning into the older I become. Seriously never thought I would say this but given a choice between living in a notoriously Hippie community like Berkeley, CA or a perfectly immaculate planned community anyplace else … I’d pick Berkeley! Yep, Berkeley without a second thought. I would rather live in a community like Berkeley than one without any individuality. I miss brightly colored houses, varying styles of landscaping, toys scattered in the front yard while children play, and that one house that was always the creepy, unkempt house of the neighborhood.
Admittedly, the world has changed since I was a child and is a more dangerous place. But when the potential of danger is more of a threat than the actual danger, then we as a society have lost any sense of perspective.
Summer feels like it has arrived here and it feels great. . Our growing and lush bougainvillea is doing beautifully and it will move closer to the patio seating when it gets hotter consistently. I regret that we only have one, if there is another one next time we go to Home Depot we will be bringing it home!
The dogs are enjoying the warm but not blazing heat in the backyard right now. Sangria loves to lay on the flagstone in the middle of the afternoon, that is until the flagstones retain their heat overnight. She somehow loses her love of a warm surface when it stays above a 100 over night. Can’t say I blame her but sometimes I’d love nothing more than to be able to lay on those blazing hot stones comfortably for a bit.
Tomorrow I am moving my plants from our bathroom outside. it’s past time to move them and I won’t miss the unexpected and welcomed guests that come with them. That being said, the plants did beautifully in the bathroom. . I hope and pray that they survive the Arizona heat better this year than years past. If they don’t look healthy, then I will move them back inside immediately. The herbs and veggies just look to tasty with potential goodness.