Sunday, September 03, 2006

baking + bedlam + blessings

of course Buddha eats carbs!

lovely, lovely, lovely weekend. spent much of Saturday inside since it was purely Londonian outside, but baked this yummy loaf of whole wheat bread - moist and soooo easy. the tip tip tapping of rain on my windows and the smell of baking bread...what more can a girl ask for? well, the perfect handbag, Naturalizer stilettos, and someone to explain my 401k to me, but 'til then...

Farmgirl's Almost Too Easy Whole Wheat Beer Bread
Makes One Loaf

2 cups whole wheat flour
1 cup all-purpose flour
1 Tablespoon granulated sugar
1 teaspoon salt
1 Tablespoon baking powder
14 ounces beer (or 12 ounces beer & 2 ounces water)

Optional glaze: 1 egg & 2 teaspoons water, beaten

Heat oven to 375 degrees. Combine flour, sugar, salt, and baking powder in a large mixing bowl. Slowly stir in beer and mix just until combined. Batter will be thick. Spread in a greased 8-inch loaf pan, brush with egg glaze if desired, and bake until golden brown and a toothpick stuck in the center comes out clean, about 45 minutes.Cool in the pan on a rack for 10 minutes. Remove from pan and cool 10 more minutes. Serve warm or at room temperature.

Saturday evening was spent at a dinner party which, after the ingestion of multiple uber-margaritas, morphed into a full-out Scissor Sisters dancing party - a snorting laughter kind of night.

quote of the evening: i can't think; i'm wearing lipgloss!

yeah, i don't know what's going on here...margarita black-out.

Sunday? glorious, sunny, Autumn-is-flirting-with-us-kind-of-day. i get a bit melancholy when fall starts unfurling her auburn tresses. nostalgia? regret? residual pining for a new back-to-school Trapper Keeper? don't know. it's not necessarily a bad melancholy. it's a reflective sadness, and it encourages afternoon naps and wandering walks. spent the afternoon alone in Astoria Park underneath the trees, reading 'n' dreaming...then stopped at the playground on the way home to swing. weeeeeeeeeeeeee!!! an activity, i hope, that i will never tire of. impossible. i plan on staying a little bit 12-years old forever.

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