Nov
29
Posted by wilderwriter on
November 29, 2005
Yes, I did the foolish….I bought a puppy. Well, it really isn’t my pup as it is my mother’s Christmas present but hey, the dog likes me better, what can I say?
This Bella Wylder – I gave her my last name when it became obvious that she was very much like me – into everything and always hungry. She chews everything including my slippers and Maddie’s (my beagle boxer) ears. She is a darling and I do try to remember that when I have to get up several times in the night to let her out.
The last pup I had spoiled me. She was almost trained when I got her and Rena wasn’t much of a chewer. Sheesh – with this one we had to get the electrical cords of the floor because…yes, she chomps on those too.
I can’t wait to see what she does with the Christmas decorations. 
JC
Nov
07
Posted by wilderwriter on
November 7, 2005
*names have been changed to protect the foolish
So today I decided to make some bread. Since I’m on a deadline (which just got tighter after I received an email of another sale – YEAH!) I opt for the concept of low maintenance cooking. This means I shove something into a pot and leave it until it overcooked and tasteless because I forget to eat. This time it was an innocent chunk of beef that I tossed into the crock pot along with onions and herbs. I decided that I’d like to have some fresh bread to go with my cow.
That’s where I went astray.
I used to be a fabulous bread maker. My first ex boyfriend (whom I will lovingly call SPUD*) and I would bake bread every weekend in the winter. We used to make white, wheat, challah, Italian herb – whatever would take our fancy. At Easter Spud would even make Hot Cross Buns – what kind of man makes hot cross buns?? Anyway, it has been years since I tried to bake anything quite that challenging but I can usually make a decent loaf of bread.
Not this time.
I’m sad to report that my bread is now being used to shore up the foundation of my house. Yes, it turned into a brick. So what went wrong? Bad yeast. I should know better as I don’t bake enough anymore to allow the yeast to survive in my refrigerator for months on end. Lesson learned – buy fresh yeast prior to trying this again.
As for Spud, we split more than 16 years ago and he’s married to a woman with the same name as a French poodle. I’ll bet her bread isn’t hard.
