Infectious Dandruff? Try Rubbing Listerine in Your Hair! (Sep, 1953)

I can honestly say that the vodka pie crust was the flakiest crust I have ever made. Please keep in mind that I have only made one other pie and two tartlets before.

That's quite a selling point, given that the reason I'm scared to make pie crust is that I think it's all about knowing the feel or whatever, which I obviously don't, since I've never made one before.

Yummy flakey crust sounds good. I wonder why the vodka works? or how it works.

Noah and I are staying home today. There was an issue with Lori being stuck in Joshua Tree and she is part of our complex day care solution. In lieu of taking him to day care, I'm staying home where the particulate from the fires is not so bad. He's stuffy nosed and so am I. We have errands to run and playing to do.

Getting to a point with pie pastry that you know how it should turn out after baking is a bit of an adventure. This recipe sounds like you'd have to toss all those reflexes out, because it probably feels like a failure.

This recipe sounds like you'd have to toss all those reflexes out, because it probably feels like a failure.

It totally does. I was sure that it was going to come out as hard and crisp as a cookie. I still wonder if it would have turned out differently if I had weighed the flour. Also, from the recipe, it didn't seem like it should that wet and sticky, but I was loathe to add too much more flour, lest it come out heavy as a brick.

Kind of like the no-knead bread? It's hard to believe that the pile of slop you end up with will turn into an awesome loaf of bread.

Listening to you all talk about stuff, like bread and pie crusts, maybe I should bake today even though it is going to be hot?

Minion, the Boston Terrier/Bulldog cross - extra cute, comes with stripes.

Yesterday, my friend S and I dropped some stuff off at the airline hangar that's being used to house some of the couple hundred critters rescued from a local "collector."

One of the closer crates had two bulldogs who when we first got there were lying with their heads right next to each other. . . so cute. The crate next to them housed a husky. After we'd been there for a bit - the bulldogs fell asleep and as the snoring started you would have laughed and laughed at the expression of annoyance that crossed the face of the husky. Clearly, he was thinking, "No! Not more snoring. Next time I'm going to have to request a non-snoring wing."

Jesus, I've been living in a little bubble. Didn't know about the fires until I read here. Scary stuff.

I attempted to bake yesterday! Found a recipe for a toaster-oven apple crumble. I think it turned out ridiculously -- bunch of slightly rubbery apple slices with flour-brown-sugar mixture on top, warmed over -- but my father actually seems to have liked it, and once we piled ice cream over it it was fine anyway.