Sunday, August 9, 2015


I made homemade ice cream for the first time. (Basil chocolate chip from Bon Appetit. You're welcome.)
I worked a lot. And am considering quitting to go back to school. But I have no idea which path I want to take (baking, regular associates degree, or some mystical currently unknown third option?). I've had many near panic attacks over this very subject while sweeping the floor of my workplace with a giant mop/broom hybrid. A sign would be nice. Or just a stronger feeling of connection to the future, specifically mine. Part of the problem with watching old films, listening to old jazz, and collecting clothing and sewing notions older than my grandmother is that I feel far more connected to what happened then over what is happening at this moment. I have always lived in my head, absorbed in my interests and felt like what was actually happening to me was the surreal impossible thing. Help?

I bought a 1943 edition of The Joy of Cooking and it is so much more lively and engaging than the modern edition. Irma S. Rombauer includes little notes before most of the recipes. Some of her notes are informative in the traditional sense and some are more personal such as her note on a cake she served at a dinner party. Because it was reissued during WWII she includes a section on sugarless and reduced sugar desserts. Amelia and I made her honey spiced pound cake and it was damn fine. 

Also, I've spent too much time with my cat.