I love that they order you "DON'T STIR TOO MUCH!"

In her recipe for pie crust, the Pioneer Woman exhorts you to "don't beat the tar out if it!" Love.

Since I wiped up the weird inky black stuff and righted the olive jar, there appears to be no new liquid, so I am thinking Olive juice. It did not mell or feel like oil-- it was more like what I imagine thoe ink squirting octupi to squirt or something.

I just spent a half an hour doing a beginner tap dancing video, and mad I am out of shape-- my calves got really hurty. I did this without tap shoes-- do we think my downstairs neighbor would have to kill me if I started tapping with tap shoes in my kitchen?

It was a perfect day for going outside: Sunny, 30 degrees and no wind at all.

Lucky. It's raining here, enough that the walk I promised myself I would take before buckling down to work turned into "yeah, I don't think so" before I got more than 10 yards from the door.

> do we think my downstairs neighbor would have to kill me if I started tapping with tap shoes in my kitchen?

Speaking as someone who once lived under a tapper/clogger, I'ma say yes.

Clothes folded and put away. Receipts not entered, but that will have to wait until after church, methinks.

Speaking as someone who once lived under a tapper/clogger, I'ma say yes.

This is what I thought. I wonder if I tapped in the attic (above my apartment) if it would dampen the sound enough for her on the first floor. I haven't tapped since high school, but it seems to be the only form of physical exercise that I enoy and is semi-practical (I enjoy cross-country skiing as well, but almost impossible for a single woman in the city without a car. And you can only do it when there is enough snow.). I mean, I enjoy things like hop-scotch and jumpr roping rhymes, too, but those also seem like they would annoy my downstairs neighbor unless I did them outside, in which case, I think the men in white coats would be coming to take me away.

Speaking of childhood exercise things, my boss got an "exercise" hula hoop a while back, and got it delivered to the office, so of course we all tried it. It was so fun! I should get one of those.

Hula hooping is huge down here, as an exercise/art form thing.

I love that they order you "DON'T STIR TOO MUCH!"

I've been making no-knead bread with great success, because my cooking "style" involves doing as little as possible. This weekend Spouse made the no-knead bread for the first time (I had to work a lot) and he cannot stand not to over-work bread or pie crusts. It was causing him pain apparently, having to stop stirring before beating the dough into submission.

I want to learn to bake popovers like in Maine.

I hope hop scotch is the next hipster fad. That would be awesome.

Before my problems with wheat manifested, I used to make bread whenever I felt a little...tense. Beating the snot out of the dough was therapy. Nice results, too.

My MiL's white yeast bread recipe was versatile: standard loaf pans, two large braids or circled braids, four small straight or crescent braids or freeform loaves, a couple of braids or freeform loaves and a dozen crescent rolls. Two dozen crescent rolls, yadda. For years my contribution to potlucks was bread, a pretty cutting board, a good knife, a crock of sweet butter. I miss both the making and the eating of bread.