Archive for September, 2007

A Fallish Dish

Thursday, September 20th, 2007

Pear Crisp from Cook’s Illustrated magazine;

Makes 6 servings. My rating: 5 stars

Pear Crisp

3/4 cup coarsely chopped nuts (unsalted almonds or pecans)
1/2 cup unbleached all-purpose flour
1/4 cup packed light brown sugar
4 tablespoons granulated sugar
1/4 teaspoon ground cinnamon
1/8 teaspoon ground nutmeg
1/8 teaspoon salt
5 tablespoons unsalted butter, melted and cooled
1 teaspoon cornstarch
2 teaspoons juice from 1 lemon
3 pounds ripe but firm Bartlett pears, 6-7 medium (not too ripe or the crisp will be watery)

1. Adjust oven rack to lower-middle position and heat oven to 425 degrees. Process nuts, flour, brown sugar, 2 tablespoons granulated sugar, cinnamon, nutmeg, and 1/8 teaspoon salt in food processor until nuts are finely chopped. Drizzle butter over flour mixture and pulse until mixture resembles crumble wet sand, pausing halfway through to scrape down sides and bottom of workbowl. Set aside while preparing fruit.

2. Whisk remaining 2 tablespoons granulated sugar, cornstarch, lemon juice, and pinch of salt together in a large bowl. Peel pears, then half and core each one. Cut each half into 4 wedges and then cut each in half crosswise. Gently toss pears with sugar mixture and transfer to 8-inch square baking dish.

3. Sprinkle topping evenly over fruit, breaking up any large chunks. Bake until fruit is bubbling around edges and topping is deep golden brown, 27-32 minutes. Cool on wire rack until warm, at least 15 minutes, and serve.

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Anna

Perversity

Thursday, September 20th, 2007

Come thunder, rain, lightening, wind, clouds! Blow hard and batter down the dust, revive our wilted spirits, slake our thirst for storms.

These elements inexorably create a desire to light a flame, brew a cup and nestle in a downy blanket with a sizable volume. Of a sudden, these sublime pictures of warmth will dot various positions all over the house, some portraits larger than others, but the certainty of everyone assuming like posture is assured.

While in search of stimulating reading material last evening, my fingers ran across a book of poetry by one Wilfred Owen, and the pages fell open to this poem that caught at my mind:

Perversity

We all love more the Passed and the To Be
Than actual time, and far things more than near.
Perverse we all are somehow; calling dear
Rather the rare than fair. But as for me,
How singluar and sad that I should see
More loveliness in Grecian marbles clear
Than modern flesh, to beauty insincere;
Less glory in a man than any tree.

I fall in love with children, elfin fair;
Portraits; dark ladies in dark tales antique;
Or instantaneous faces passed in streets.
I know the dim old gods that never were,
Better than men. One friend I love unique,
But now, thou canst not dream I love thee, Keats!

We all love more the Passed and To Be than actual time…

Anna

Summing it Up

Tuesday, September 11th, 2007

Account of my life at the moment:

Dancing and singing to I Need a Hero; I need a hero, hum hum, I’m holding out for a hero til the end of the night…

Giggling myself to sleep at 11 p.m. then waking up at the ludicrous hour of 5 am. Life is hard, but it gets better when you have a cinnamon roll for breakfast.

Agonizing over clothing choices at Nordstroms… er, did I really want that one, maybe I would have been happier with that one!

Being the referee for the little boys during their clamorous, brawling arguements and lego wars.

Cleaning of dish after dish that keep on appearing in the sink. I feel I’m trying to do one of Hercule’s tasks.

Nursing whacked fingers and hurt feelings.

Closing all the windows around the house several hours after the air conditioner has already been running.

Alternating between reading Persuasion and watching the movie.

Puzzling out how to multiply a three digit number by another three digit number with one little boy, then figuring out how to do fraction problems with another.

There are many more little things to list. If I had my camera I would post pictures, since a picture is worth a thousand words, but somebody took it with them on a trip without any regard as to how that would affect me, so, here I am writing up a photoless post.

Anna

Today’s Report

Thursday, September 6th, 2007

Deary Mommy and children,

Life is going great without you (please don’t take that as a hint to stay away forever, though), the children are genuinely happy after the facts of school, chores, and discipline have been swallowed by all parties involved.

I shook the children out of their beds this morning and fed them their rationed bowl of gruel (granola) with a spoonful of castor oil to dampen their appetites afterwards and set them to work reading good, wholesome books to educate their little minds. A general appetite was felt around noon so I produced the cold remains of leftover stew, and, of course, that, I knew, was not enough to keep them working unflaggingly until supper in the evening, so I tided them over with some hard crusts of bread (lemon baby bundt cakes).

Many chores were accomplished this afternoon; the sorting through, and disposing of many unwholesome videos that can only have a degenerative effect upon the young minds of the children, and the replacement of the hot water heater which I suppose was necessary. I do not see the benefit in giving the children hot baths, but the procurement of hot water for the washing of dishes is only sanitary.

Well, after a most nutritious dinner of plain noodles (with a little homemade marinara sauce spooned atop) and water, the children were ready for their evening exercises of jumping jacks, and then to bed! But, before I turned out the light, one of the children asked me the queerest question. He wanted to know which of these three things I would choose if I had the choice;

1. Great riches
2. Handsome man
3. Wisdom

I did not know how to answer the little rapscallion, but rather gave him a sound smack and made him lie down in his bed.

I do hope that tomorrow commences as well as today did.

Anna