The best goldarn sammich buns. Ever

music to read by :: Sandwich (Blue Cheer)

And I am sure it has absolutely nothing to do with the eggs and sugar. Nope. No way.

I have this recipe in my old and tattered bread book by Better Homes and Garden, inherited from my mom, however I am going to write it out in my method, as I don’t use a mixer, and am just a combine stuff add flour kinda bread maker. It is listed as a hamburger bun but, trust me, you will use them for all your yummy sammich needs.

Start with your yeast – 2 tbsp, or two packages depending on how you roll. I buy my in bulk, so 2 tbsp it is. Add 1/2 cup sugar and 1 tbsp salt.

Pour in 1/3 cup vegetable oil, then add 2 cups warm water and stir.

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Pearl Jam. Chick peas. Hummus!

music to read by :: Hummus (Pearl Jam)

Yesterday, I woke up determined to make a food I have, at that point, had no luck with.

Yeah. Me. Can’t make hummus.

I have no idea why; it’s not like it’s difficult, you know, like making butter … And it’s not like I don’t have recipes or access to the interwebs.

Hummus just eludes me.

So. Yeah. Yesterday.

I woke up ready to kick me some hummus ass, which made my fam happy as this meant there would be a better than even chance we would be having pizza.

And our pizza rocks!

Lucky for me (and, I guess, them) I had chick peas soaking in quantity for some planned falafel. I grabbed a cup of my soaked chick peas, covered with 6 cups of water, brought to a boil, then simmered for three hours.

Then I tossed out all my recipes, took a deep breath, and pulled out the food processor.

Into the beast, I tossed my chick peas, 1 large clove garlic, 2 tbsp tahini, a good drizzle of olive oil, and the juice of one very juicy lemon. Then I blended like there was no tomorrow, until the chick peas were no more, ’til all was smooth and …. well, you get the picture.

For the topping, I chopped up another clove of garlic, fresh garlic greens, and fresh onion greens, plus another drizzle of oil and some paprika. For a moment, I thought maybe I was going too wild, but hey! It’s not like it ever turns out anyway …. or so I thought.

Daaayuuum! I kicked it’s ass! I really did!

While a bit thicker than I would have liked, it tasted amazing. I might even make it again.


Summertime. And the living is easy.

That pretty much sums it up. Summertime, and there has been little to no incentive to sit at the computer and write.

I can’t even say I’ve been busy, save for entertaining the 9yo, and figuring out where to go from here.

We seem to be at a point, my family, where we need to decide if we still want to live in town, in our lovely neighbourhood. We’ve been surfing MLS, looking at century homes with land and outbuildings, plus determining the merits of buying old or building new. Tho, for us, building new means, most likely, an earth house.

We are also taking baby steps in taking back our health, in a no-I-won’t-pay-to-excersice kind of way.  I’m still not up to running, but have been walking (fast!) 6K 3 times a week. This has facilitated losing 10 pounds and I hope to keep that going. Hubby has started jogging again, two mornings a week. We both use the barefoot runners, and they have been our only workout expense to date.

There have been a few summertime slips in the real food department, but that’s to be expected. We are still well on the path to eliminating processed foods and chemical additives. I am trying to master making Lemon Meringue Pie. It eludes me, but I will keep trying. And when I do master said pie – and I will – I will have a party, and we will all eat pie for dinner! Who’s in!?


Focus on the mayo, not the broccoli

When I was in my early twenties, and of a clubbing mentality, I would frequent a local dance club that catered mainly to the gay male of our species, and played the best club music around. As a straight female, this was a pretty safe place to hang as long as one was comfortable with co-ed bathrooms and all that implied in a gay dance club. Sure, my wardrobe probably wasn’t up to standard, but I could bust a move, and as long as I was allowed to pee in peace all was good.

One evening my to-be-husband and I decided to take our then roommate to this club, forgetting it was male stripper/dancer night.

Oi vey.

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mmmmmmmmmmmKorma (or “can’t yell, my mouth is full”)

In 2010, my family and I spent approximately 4 weeks in India, mostly in Delhi, but with visits to Jaipur, Agra, and some small communities in between. We even managed to spend a lovely morning visiting with and learning about Bulbuls, the Indian equivalent of Brownies, not the sopngbird.

While not untravelled, I experienced a bit of culture shock, stress of over crowding, and the inevitable food issues that arise from travelling with a then 7/8 year old.

The food was delicious, plentiful, fresh, and cheap, but man, I don’t think I’ve ever eaten so much pizza on on trip before.

Chicken Korma, with Paneer

The Paneer :: So easy! I don’t have a cheese press, so my paneer isn’t as “solid” as the store bought stuff. As a result, I add mine in the last 5 minutes of cooking the curry. But, oh my. Yum! Continue reading


Teaching by example, and homemade ice cream

First off, full disclosure. I’m not going to give you a recipe for homemade ice cream.

Why not?

Because I can’t make ice cream and, trust me, I’ve tried. I’ve mostly ended up with homemade goop that sorta tasted ok if you closed your eyes and pretended it was 100 degrees celcius.

And then, not so much.

So why the ice cream reference?

Because someone delivered homemade double chocolate ice cream to my door this morning.


As a thank you!

You see, it turns out that this friend of mine actually listens to me when I babble and then runs home to try all the things I’ve talked about. Sure, maybe he could of thought a bit more about the application of baking soda to the hair with a brush in the shower; and maybe read up on the ratio of cheese cloth to yogurt prior to squeezing. But he tried it.

And that makes me very happy.

Because after a couple of hours volunteering at the school together, he went home and made yogurt (greek style!), butter (and then after, buttermilk banana bread), and stuck some green onions in a glass of water.

And then when I answered my doorbell at 9 in the morning, he presented me with his homemade double chocolate ice cream.

And that made me happier.

So now I feel justified in all my silly changes and blatherings, for if even one or two people change their habits for the better, life will be good.


In retrospect, it seems like a dumb idea

Thinking back on my childhood, I can’t remember a time when I might have muttered the words, “gee, I think I’ll just pop out for a run.” I don’t even think the words, “cross country. yay!” ever passed my lips. I do remember playing soccer (badly), and being on the track and field team, but my track and field area of expertise was the dash. I could dash 100 yards (somedays even 200) like nobody’s business – and that was during a time in my childhood that was not awash with fears of a zombie uprising, and the need to save my brain. Truthfully, my brain was probably at the bottom of my list of priorities. But dash I could.

I could even short dash; full-contact volleyball and basketball with little bursts of speed to stand all sporty-like, asthma gasping aside, on the other side of the court.

And dodgeball. I liked me some dodgeball. I’m not sure if it was the hunter instinct in me, or the unconscious knowledge of having to dodge the walking dead, whilst throwing things madly in their way, sometime in my future.

Or, it could have been that our gym teacher had us play with a medicine ball; builds the abs and upper arms, don’t ya know. (apparently, it doesn’t last into your 40’s tho. damn). I have to tell you, you hit someone in the gut with a medicine ball and and they are going down!

Now I am in my <<cough>>fourties<<cough>>, and I have made a very public announcement about learning to run.


Because I can’t.

Except, I refuse to accept that. So I walk, with the hopes of one day, upping it to a trot, and then to a run.

My shin splints seem to be getting better, but I will keep walking for a bit. My walking partner and I started out at around 3K. We are now doing just over 5 with a plan to push it up each week. I am walking faster and seem to be having no problems with my plantar fasciitis. And, I am loving my barefoot 5 finger Vibrams.

I wonder if I can get up a game of dodgeball, tho….