Himself: Had fewer wrecks assigned to his queue, but he still worked till very late after dinner. They want him to do every car assigned to his queue, see the car, and do the computer work while out on the road. That isn’t working.
Herself: with the quilt blog too: Dinner was strawberry shortcake after housewifery mending and sewing and picking up the messes of the housewife. She continues to live life with abandon, and someone has to pick up after herself.
My Babylonian Captivity: Do stop in and read Tugster's experience as a human shield. He writes that, “ i was captured in kuwait (where i was teaching in the kuwaiti air force)….”
Like: Could you please take a moment on Facebook to “Like” the American Cancer Society’s Discover Shop in Point Loma. It’s a simple thing to do but will help tremendously. Thank you.
For years I have been making strawberry shortcake using my mother’s recipe but low fat and low sugar ingredients. Frankly my dear, it just didn’t taste the same, look the same, or have the heavenly killer instinct of the original. I made lead hockey pucks.
Yesterday since I rarely bake, at least I had sense enough to check before I started. I had flour. I had soy margarine and I also had REAL butter. I had baking powder and salt. I had lite-fake whipped cream. I did not have milk of any sort.
I smashed up the strawberries with real sugar. Way too much of it, I thought as I poured the sugar in on top of the berries, girded my sense of humor, and walked to the store for milk. Real milk. One of those moments struck me as my hand reached out for the wholesome rice milk. Early in the day, Bee was telling me how Michael couldn’t have Hagen Das ice cream as nothing in it was organic…everything has to be organic now.
Like a small child having a fit, I bought whole milk and combined it with the real butter waiting for me in the refrigerator.
Never have I had lighter shortcake. As it came out of the oven, the Geezer dropped the pan on top of the stove scattering the cake into hunks. Once I tasted that shortcake, nothing mattered. That biscuit shortcake was the tallest, lightest, most heavenly shortcake I’ve had since I was a kid. The strawberries and whipped cream hid the biscuit hunks….we never noticed since we were transported by memory and taste.
You see. I’ve been noted for making flat, hard as rock biscuit dough. Tasteless. No one wanted to eat my biscuits. Now I know the secret. Real things have to go into the biscuits to make real biscuits.
Maybe we can do this once a year…..next time with real whipped cream.
The first Manx car from the California Roll show at the San Diego Automotive Museum in Balboa Park.