Very motivating quotes, Gail. I pictured A. A. Milne having that conversation with (?) over piping hot cups of Rooibos tea and a touch of wildflower honey. As to meeting myself, I’m hopeful.
So as not to become stuck in your ways you’ve created an ostrich in full display. A female, of course...
From Nia’s article I’ve learned that running away from a 9 foot tall, 320# bird that can run 40-45 mph is not encouraged! And that’s capable of disemboweling its prey! At my current walking speed, 2 mph, homey don’t do foot races with that kind of character. 😵💫
The image of whipped cream - kudos, Cal - served as a flashback to yesterday’s Thanksgiving meal. I learned that Libby’s recipe for chai pumpkin pie won the taste test hands down, leading to no small amount of whipped cream consumption! Out of two 9 1/2” pies, which were intended to serve four adults, less than 1/5th of one pie came home with us. 😵💫 Perhaps Poltergeists plundered the pies? 🤭
As luck would have it (inspired by ostriches laying their heads flat on the ground), Cal’s saying “keep our head up” sent me down a rabbit hole of music. First “Hold your head up” resonated with Cal’s words. They in turn uprooted a 33 year old song performed in South America by Peter Gabriel and Sinead O’Connor, accompanied on guitar by Sting! The song? “Don’t give up!” Sinead’s recent death seemed poignantly framed by that performance. Sad that Phoebe Waller-Bridge’s statement never reached and registered with Sinead. (I realize that chronology makes that impossible; still, time travel could have made it so.)
Holiday adventures, one and all. Hoping everyone else’s were as well.
Very smart move, the commercial pies. Not so flaky? I remember your striving for tender, flaky crusts. I didn’t make my crusts. The Pillsbury dough boy stood tall in his service for the feast. 😊
I rarely use cardamom in my baking. I suspect that may have been part of the draw for the chai pie. The extra cinnamon, ginger, and nutmeg didn’t hurt.
Yes. Yes! “Whip until stiff peaks (tufts) form. Do not over whip.” My saying that to you could be taken as an insult! It just tumbled out of the part of my brain that stores images of cookbook pages. Still working on the ingredient quantities... 😊
A note from LoveLetterist:
"I knew when I met you an adventure was going to happen." ~A.A. Milne
What if the person we need to meet... is ourself?
Very motivating quotes, Gail. I pictured A. A. Milne having that conversation with (?) over piping hot cups of Rooibos tea and a touch of wildflower honey. As to meeting myself, I’m hopeful.
Molly Tuttle’s Take the Journey comes to mind and this, too:
None of us will ever accomplish anything excellent or commanding except when he listens to this whisper which is heard by him alone.
~Ralph Waldo Emerson
Molly is an absolute delight!
So as not to become stuck in your ways you’ve created an ostrich in full display. A female, of course...
From Nia’s article I’ve learned that running away from a 9 foot tall, 320# bird that can run 40-45 mph is not encouraged! And that’s capable of disemboweling its prey! At my current walking speed, 2 mph, homey don’t do foot races with that kind of character. 😵💫
The image of whipped cream - kudos, Cal - served as a flashback to yesterday’s Thanksgiving meal. I learned that Libby’s recipe for chai pumpkin pie won the taste test hands down, leading to no small amount of whipped cream consumption! Out of two 9 1/2” pies, which were intended to serve four adults, less than 1/5th of one pie came home with us. 😵💫 Perhaps Poltergeists plundered the pies? 🤭
As luck would have it (inspired by ostriches laying their heads flat on the ground), Cal’s saying “keep our head up” sent me down a rabbit hole of music. First “Hold your head up” resonated with Cal’s words. They in turn uprooted a 33 year old song performed in South America by Peter Gabriel and Sinead O’Connor, accompanied on guitar by Sting! The song? “Don’t give up!” Sinead’s recent death seemed poignantly framed by that performance. Sad that Phoebe Waller-Bridge’s statement never reached and registered with Sinead. (I realize that chronology makes that impossible; still, time travel could have made it so.)
Holiday adventures, one and all. Hoping everyone else’s were as well.
The pies at our gathering yesterday were from a commercial source. Nathaniel and I did our part by eating some, and yet…
I made a pie today — to scratch our itch for flakey crust. I was liberal with cinnamon, ginger, nutmeg,
and cloves.
It smells heavenly!
Very smart move, the commercial pies. Not so flaky? I remember your striving for tender, flaky crusts. I didn’t make my crusts. The Pillsbury dough boy stood tall in his service for the feast. 😊
I rarely use cardamom in my baking. I suspect that may have been part of the draw for the chai pie. The extra cinnamon, ginger, and nutmeg didn’t hurt.
What pie did you make?
Nope… tough crusts. 🤷♀️
Pumpkin! And I have fresh cream to whip!
Yes. Yes! “Whip until stiff peaks (tufts) form. Do not over whip.” My saying that to you could be taken as an insult! It just tumbled out of the part of my brain that stores images of cookbook pages. Still working on the ingredient quantities... 😊