Archive for September, 2006

Webby fingers of Goo & Doom!

Last night I made our last bag of Ghiradelli brownie mix, so this evening I wanted to try something a little different (and slightly more complicated than opening a bag and adding water, veggie oil and an egg).

Because I could (and because it’s WOW night) I decided to make homemade-white-bread, from a recipe I found on Slashfood (thanks to Nick for the link), with Mad About Mozart blaring in the background, I set to work.

The recipe was straightforward enough, but from the start I encountered difficulties. The yeast didn’t want to foam, the dough didn’t want to rise, and my fingers were covered and webbed in perpetual doughy goo that no amount of flour seemed to be able to help.
Bowl of dough

I also began to wonder why I bothered to grow out my nails, the dough stuck everywhere, and the flour to keep it from sticking everywhere also left impressive traces of its existence through out the kitchen.
My gooey hand

What bothered me the most was the bread’s refusal to rise. I think the “warm” water I added to the yeast was a little too warm but it’s a little late to worry about that.

The dough was supposed to double in size and then double in size again. It made a pathetic attempt to rise and didn’t go much of anywhere. I’ve had this happen before –with sweet rolls– but they usually make up for it with gusto once they’re placed in the oven (I very much hope that is the case.) They should’ve risen more, but they’re going in the oven anyway

During the time I waited for the dough to rise I read You can get Arrested for That by Rich Smith (I skimmed the last few hundred pages of Gulag and gave up, it was interesting but not captivating reading). So far I have found it highly amusing. Among the illegal things he’s managed: playing cards with a Native American on the street (Globe, AZ), and whale hunting (Utah). Up next he’s going to break a Chicago law about fishing in pajamas.

The dough continued to refuse to rise even once it got into the oven. I checked every 10 minutes or so, it stubbornly refused to budge. More than a little frustrated, I informed Gavin I was baking little bread bricks and if I made enough of them we could build a fort. I got a hug and was thanked for the warning.

Although it refused to rise, the bread smelled delicious as it baked, or maybe it was my hands that smelled good (they remained so encrusted with dough Gavin suggested I put lotion on my hands because they had “dried out” and were “peeling”… he changed his mind when I asked him what the funny growths around my cuticles were).

After awhile the novelty of checking on the brick-loaves’ lack of rising action wore off. I decided to wait the remaining 15 or 20 minutes and see what would happen.

The bread came out of the pans easily enough, and is now sitting cooling on the kitchen table. It looks special, but I was expecting that. I am going to try some in the morning with butter and jam and see how they taste.

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Classic White Bread
(from Baking with Julia)

2 1/2 cups water, warm (105-115F)
2 1/2 tsp (1 package or .25oz) active dry yeast
1 tbsp sugar
6-7 cups all-purpose flour
1 tbsp salt
4 tbsp butter, very soft

Combine 1/2 cup of the water with the yeast and sugar in a large bowl and let stand until foamy - about 10 minutes.

Add the remaining water, 5 cups of flour and the salt to the yeast mixture. Mix with a wooden spoon (or in a mixer), adding the remaining flour a few tablespoons at a time, until dough pulls cleanly away from the sides of the bowl. Knead in butter until dough is smooth and not sticky.

Turn dough out onto a lightly floured surface and continue kneading for an additional minute or two, until it is smooth and elastic. Shape dough into a ball and place in a large, lightly oiled bowl to rise until doubled, about 1- 1 1/2 hours.

Butter two 8×4 inch loaf pans and set aside. Place dough on a lightly floured surface and divide in two equal portions. Working with one piece at a time, roll the dough out into a 9 inch wide x 12 inch tall rectangle, with the short side towards you. Fold one third of the dough down, then fold it down again. Pinch the bottom seam to seal. Your rectangle should be approximately 9×4 now. Turn the seam side up. Fold each end over about 1/2 inch, tuck in any loose ends and pinch to seal. Place the loaf seam side down into a greased 8×4 inch loaf pan.

Cover loaf pans lightly with oiled plastic wrap and allow to rise until doubled in size, about 45-60 minutes. Dough will rise above the top of the pan.
Meanwhile, preheat oven to 375F.

Place loaves in oven and bake for 36-40 minutes. The loaves will be golden and will sound hollow when tapped on the bottom when they are done (you’ll have to turn the loaf out of the pan to check, and you can also insert an instant-read thermometer into the bottom of the loaf. It will read 200F when the loaves are done.)
Remove loaves from pans immediately and let cool completely on a wire rack(2-3 hours) before slicing.

Makes 2 loaves
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The finished bread

“Have you thrown them away yet?” Gavin sauntered into the kitchen in his bathrobe.
“No.”
“Oh, there they are, they’re only small bricks.”
“I’m going to try them in the morning.”
“I’m not that brave, I’ll try them after you do!”
“Thanks.”
“Oh you turned the oven off, that’s progress.” And Gavin went back to WoW.

Fast Food Nation

Today’s paperback of choice was Fast Food Nation by Eric Schlosser. I started it at around 8:30 this morning and by 3:30 it was back in my bag finished. I didn’t read the entire time, I had an hour lunch break, took about three dozen phone calls, and wrote out several taxi slips.

I was not shocked or horrified by the statistics presented in the book –Gavin had read the most shocking tidbits out loud to me, usually over breakfast, or when I was trying to fall asleep, isn’t he thoughtful?

I was a little irked that he picked on the Republicans so much, but Schlosser addressed that in the afterward, if he’d talked more about Chicken, he could’ve talked about the Clinton’s Chicken Connections.

I wish he had addressed the chicken issue more. More and more fast food places are offering chicken in addition to burgers. I tend to prefer the chicken sandwiches to the burgers at fast food places… the burgers creep me out.

Some of the regulations were just stupid, why does one agency have say over the chicken, but different one say over the eggs? And, as for his suggestion that congress ban all advertising to children under 8, why can’t parents simply turn off the TV and make their children find something else to do?

Well, clearly the parents aren’t going to take responsibility, but what makes him think Congress is going to? (and who’s declared Congress fit to make such decisions?… and then what other sorts of decisions are we going to let them make?) I agree, they do need to regulate the food industries better to prevent wide spread outbreaks of EColi and Salmonella. That is one issue, fast food marketing to children via TV commercials is a completely different one.

Encounters w/Moose

Today in my abundant amounts of spare time I finished A Walk in the Woods by Bill Bryson.

The book talks about the condition of the Appalachian Trail, the U.S. Park system, and other nature-related outdoorsy things, interspersed with these tidbits of fascinating (and rather oddly trivial) pieces of knowledge is the story of Bryson’s hike along parts of the Appalachian Trail.

Let me state now I have NO desire to go hiking, camping, or anything of that nature, and I am quite happy to live vicariously through Bryson and his book. The idea of walking 870 miles (the actual trail is closer to 1,600, but they only walked about 870 of it), is not appealing to me.

My lack of love for camping related activities aside, I still thoroughly enjoyed Bryson’s book. His adventures were comical (because I was not experiencing them myself), and I found myself trying to contain my laughter as I read about his adventures with Katz (his traveling companion).

I must say I admire Bryson’s wife. If Gavin announced he and Mike (or any of his other friends) were going to hike the Appalachian trail I would probably question his sanity, and if he actually followed through with such a crazy plan, I would worry incessantly.

Although little is said about his wife, aside from the fact she was supportive, drove to pick him up from different locations, and made lunch for him when he went on day hikes. I would pack lunch for Gavin if he wanted to make day-long hikes, but I would probably respond differently if he wanted to go on a month long hike through the wilderness.

I am still working my way through GULAG, however it is a bit thick to stick in my purse to read while temping/on the T, my next temping/T book is Fast Food Nation (mostly b/c I like the cover art).

The UPS & FedEx Men

The place where I am temping this week has incredibly sweet delivery men. Today the FedEx man got there first. He said a cheerful hello and went to the back to unload his little cart.

Then the UPS Man arrived.

“Good morning Kinsley… no, Kendlie… Kendell…” he listed off about a 1/2 dozen K-names. “Don’t tell me, I’ll get it!” he said as he went to he back room. “I was beaten by the FedEx guy! Hey, how’re you doing? Have you met the temp? Kensley… no, that’s not it either.”

They emerged. “I’m so sorry, I’ve forgotten, what is your name?”
“Kindli.”
“Kindli!” He turned to the FedEx guy. “Kindli, isn’t that a lovely name!”
The FedEx guy agreed.
The UPS guy continued: “And think of it! If she married a guy with the last name McKinley, she’d be Kindli McKinley!”
They found this to be quite amusing.
I was going to point out I was already married and did not have McKinley as a last name (thank god).

The FedEx guy & UPS guy had a nice lively conversation, and one of the guys in the office showed up (I think he’s from the UK somewhere). They all went down the elevator. A little later, the office guy told me:

“Those two are quite something, I asked why they got along so well, they said they were teaming up to form a new corporation: FedUp!” He seemed to think this was quite brilliant.

Later this afternoon, the UPS guy came back again… with more boxes.

“Hi Kindli!”
“Hi.”
“That’s such a lovely name, is it French?”
“Swiss.”
“Oh Swiss! Are you Swiss?”
“Not exactly.”

He went into the back room with the packages.

“Where’s your accent from?”
“I’m from Houston, Texas.”
“You don’t sound like it.”

I must say my conversations with the delivery men are the highlight of my temp job (that and my lunch break, although those can be tedious sometimes).

Thermal Curtains

Today I got the tension rods to hang the living room and kitchen curtains. They are thermal curtains, hopefully they will help regulate the cold in the apartment during the winter.


The outside kitchen wall is not insulated, so the kitchen temperature drops to rather miserable lows and makes the rest of apartment quite unpleasant. Hopefully this will make a difference.

Above is a lovely picture of the curtains. Eventually we are also going to get thermal curtains for the living room windows.

King Richard & Plymouth Rock

Every Saturday should be a new adventure of some sort. This Saturday we adventured out to King Richard’s Faire in Carver, MA. Half the fun of any adventure is the journey, right? We took the very scenic route, and Gavin has informed me that neither Jenny nor I are ever allowed to “navigate” ever again. In our defense, the signage in MA sucks.

The Faire was a historically inaccurate mis-mash of everything ranging from the Victorian to the Medieval, with very little 16th century England anywhere to be found. It also simply wasn’t as exciting as the other Faires I have been to in St. Louis or Houston.


That aside, we still found plenty to look at, see and do. We watched some jousting, a horrible magic show, some dancers, and a rather amusing comedy act consisting of song and skits. We also purchased a beautiful platter to serve our Turkey on this Thanksgiving (it can also be hung on the wall as an art object). It was made by a local Somerville artist.

The weather was iffy all day. It drizzled on us on the drive to the Faire and threatened to pour on us during the entire duration of our stay. After about three or or four hours wandering around, eating lunch, and partaking in hot chocolate/coffee, fudge and a cookie, we deiced to head out before the crowd (and the rain).

It was still early in the afternoon, so we drove past Plymouth on the way home. We stopped and saw the famous rock where the Pilgrims supposedly rowed ashore in the Mayflower on Dec. 21, 1620. Why it took until 1741 for the location to be identified remains a mystery (I suspect tourism played a role).

Gavin & Kindli & the sign about the Rock

The rock has since been moved around, broken, and rejoined. It lives in a cozy little shelter and attracts many tourists each year. There is also a booming tacky-tourist crap industry that has sprung up in Plymouth. Most of it centers around the Rock, the Pilgrims, Thanksgiving, and lobster themed stuff.

Once that was finished, we piled back into the car and headed back to Quincy for a delightful, and very yummy, dinner at a local Italian restaurant. It was a wonderful end to a rather fun, rather long day.

Also, as a side note, Mike has found an apartment and has now moved out of our Office/Guest Room.

5 Year Plans

I am about half way through GULAG, A History by Anne Applebaum, and I must confess I am getting a little bored. The book is becoming increasingly repetitive, but I guess there is only so much you can say about the Soviet work camps.

Occasionally there is a brilliant gem of wisdom, like this suspiciously capitalist sounding idea from Stalin:

Could we not think of some other form of reward for their work –medals or such like? We are acting incorrectly, we are disturbing the work of the camp. Freeing these people may be necessary, but from the point of view of the national economy, it is a mistake… we will free the best people and leave the worst.

Brilliant gems of wisdom aside, the book drones on: They were not death camps, death was just an unpleasant side effect of poor organization, poor planning, poor weather conditions. They didn’t want to kill you, they wanted to you to work and meet quotas. Never mind the quotas were unreasonable and the working conditions were less than ideal (perhaps a bit of an understatement).

This is hardly surprising in a country that had every intention of finishing several of Stalin’s great Five Year Plans in FOUR years (or less). Comrade Squishy and I used to joke about the Five Year plans. Five Year plans should take five years (as the name implies), leave it to the communists to want to do it in four.

Thus far, the book has evoked in me very little sympathy for those in the soviet system of work camps. Although Applebaum describes the squalid living, working, transportation, and other conditions, citing sources and diaries of those who experienced it all, the facts just become statistics, oh, another camp had poor living conditions, why am I not surprised?

Queen of the Desert


Last night, at Mike’s suggestion, we watched Priscilla, Queen of the Desert. It was an amusing movie. Hugo Weaving makes a very very very ugly Drag Queen, I think it’s the legs (although his face doesn’t help much).

The Adventures of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert is a 1994 Australian film about two drag queens, and a transsexual woman driving across the outback from Sydney to Alice Springs in a large bus they have named Priscilla. The film stars Hugo Weaving, Guy Pearce, and Terence Stamp. It was written and directed by Stephan Elliott. Since its release it has became a significant cult film and will now appear as a major musical opening in Sydney, October 2006.

Although the Priscilla would probably never grace our Netflix rental list (I don’t know where we’d look to find it), it made for an enjoyable evening, highly amusing. How could you not be amused by two drag queens and a transsexual woman in full show costume (and hiking boots) walking around the Australian outback, and driving cross-country in a pink bus?

Chocolate Orange Sweet Rolls

Today Gavin had to work, so to pass the time, I did three loads of laundry, and took Mike along to Market Basket. When we got home, I made Chocolate Orange Sweet Rolls with Orange Glaze, the recipe below is not the exact one I used, but it was the closest one I could find to the one in Bon Appetit (Mom got me a subscription).

This is the first Bon Appetit recipe I have tried, usually they’ve got long scary names and you have to have a dictionary of cooking terminology to understand them.

I was very excited when the yeast rose, there really wasn’t any where warm in the morning (the sun was hiding, and we’d turned the AC on in the office), so I nestled the bowl of rising yeast in the freshly dried warm laundry.

After about 30 minutes, the dough had doubled in size! I did a little happy dance and Mike looked at me like I was crazy. It was a fairly straight forward recipe, and fun to make. I got a little mixed up with the directions but I don’t think that’ll adversely effect the outcome.

Chocolate Orange Sweet Rolls with Orange Glaze

3/4 cup milk whole
7 tbl orange juice divided 1/4 c. + 3 T
10 tbl butter divided 1/4 c. + 6 T, room temperature
2 x eggs large
3/4 cup sugar divided 1/4 + 1/2
1 tbl orange peel grated
1 tsp salt
1 tbl active dry yeast
4 cup flour
2/3 cup semisweet chocolate chips
1/2 cup whipping cream
2 tbl Cointreau or orange juice
1 1/4 cup powdered sugar

Method :
Butter two 9″ diameter cake pans.

Combine milk, 1/4 cup orange juice & 4 T. butter in heavy small saucepan. Stir over medium heat until mixture registers 120F on thermometer. Whisk eggs, 1/4 cup sugar, orange peel & salt in large bowl. Gradually whisk in heated milk mixture. Add yeast, then flour, mixing until dough is moist. Knead dough on floured work surface until smooth and elastic, about 5 minutes.

Place dough in lightly oiled bowl and turn to coat. Cover with plastic wrap and let rise in warm draft-free area until doubled in volume, about 30 minutes.

Punch down dough and divide in half. Roll 1 piece on floured work surface into 12 x 18″ rectangle. Spread with 3 t. butter; sprinkle evenly with 1/3 cup chocolate chips and 1/4 cup sugar. Roll up from 1 long side; pinch log at seam to seal. Slice log into 12 rolls; place rolls, cut side down & side by side, in single layer in one prepared pan. Repeat with remaining dough, butter, chocolate chips & sugar. Cover rolls loosely; let rise until doubled, about 30 minutes.
Meanwhile, preheat oven to 375F. Stir cream and Cointreau together; drizzle evenly over rolls. Bake until rolls are puffed and golden, about 25 minutes.

Cool 15 minutes. (Can also be made 1 day ahead; cool completely in pans. Cover & store at room temperature…rewarm in 350F oven until heated through, about 10 minutes. I have also frozen these, wrapped securely in zipper freezer bags, they came through fine.)

Whisk powdered sugar with enough orange juice to make a thick glaze, adding 1 T. juice at a time. Remove rolls from pan; spread with glaze. Serve slightly warm or at room temperature


Although I havn’t tried the rolls yet, I did try some of the caked on oozie goodness on the side of the pan, caramalized orangey goodness. I will be sure to update after we’ve tried them! They look delicious!

More pictures in my Yahoo Photo Cooking Album!!

UPDATE: We warmed some up for breakfast this morning (Sunday) and they’re fantastic. I was in the kitchen and I heard Gavin’s voice from the dining room “Is this chocolate?” (he thought they were blueberries or rasins or something) “They’re called Chocolate Orange Sweet Rolls.” So yes, there is chocolate.

FOUR!!!!!!!!!!!! (& counting)

Today, four months ago, I slipped into a wedding dress, excruciating (but really cute) shoes and walked down the aisle and said “I do.” I got a really wonderful husband, and a shiny ring for my efforts (Gavin got a wonderful wife and an even larger shiny ring).


To celebrate, this evening for dinner we had lasagna, caesar salad (instead of broccoli), and ginger ale. I used the stuff from our registry –after all, this qualifies as a special occasion, it’s not every day that I’ve been married for four months!