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Author Archives: Tata
And Filled With Mad Shadows
Today’s rolls were rounder and taller than last week’s and the flavor is better.Downside: the dough was too wet as I was mixing and I grabbed whole wheat pastry flour out of the cabinet, giving the rolls a gritty texture. Plus: delicious; minus: gritty. I’m learning!
Very tough week at the Handmade House. We’ve had our fill of people surprised by the duplicity of obviously duplicitous people and neighbors sandbagged by lawyers doing what lawyers do. I, for one, welcome the start of gin & tonic season.
Your Wings Unfold Them Twice
Miss Sasha made me a tutu for my birthday. Drusy, of course, could not wait to try it on.
I’ll Throw Off My Shawl
The weather: I am under it. Fortunately, here in Brigadoon, weather changes seven, eight, even nine times a day. So I’m optimistic.
Is 67 More
Pete: How about hamburgers for dinner?
Tata: That sounds great. You should make rolls.
Pete: You should make rolls.
Tata: What? I could swear you just said I should bake something.
Pete: Use my bread recipe.
Tata: I guess…I guess I could. I could do that, right? I could!
Pete put his recipe for whole wheat bread on the kitchen table and watched from a safe distance as I added flours, salt, herbs, dry milk, butter and water to the mixing bowl without injuring myself. I covered the dough with plastic wrap and we went out for a fantastic bike ride on a sunny day. Later, I punched it down, covered it and took a nap. Finally, I divided it into six more or less equal roundy-squarey globs. Then I turned over the compost heap and when I came back, the globs looked like rolls. Pete and I stared at them. We preheated the oven, sprinkled dried onions and wheat germ over top. Pete told me to get that water spritzer I use to tame my Mediterranean mane and spray water inside the oven before putting in the rolls to bake. So I did.
Believe it or not: edible!
We pulled one apart to taste it. I couldn’t believe it. This wasn’t even hard to do!
The River Are Happy To Give
We spent our Sunday bicycling on the towpath around Carnegie Lake. The awesome is unpossible to describinate.
You Begin To Sway
This pineapple bears a striking resemblance to Sweetpea. On the counter in shadow: two avocados I keep mistaking for Simon Cowell.
Of Mothers To the Terrifying
Here, let some other Cassandra tell it.
See the Evil And the Good Without Hiding
When last we left god-forsaken Kansas, it was ready to forsake caring for women, even sick women. Perhaps the bill will pass, perhaps not, but that’s not really this issue, in my opinion. No, the real question is where is the AMA? Why does the AMA not step in and insist that legislators knock off this destructive shit that will make doctors all but uninsurable in Kansas and any other state that permits or, as in New Hampshire, demands doctors lie to patients?
Neutrality favors the oppressor 100% of the time.
It’s the best question the AMA’s website does nothing to address. Have a look at the site. It’s so mild it says nothing at all about anything, really. Fortunately, there’s a contact site, so you can ask the AMA yourself. I wrote a charming, profanity-free letter asking why the AMA is silent when women are harassed, misled, misinformed, mistreated, left untreated and, as far as the statutes are concerned, raped? This is not medical care. It is complicity with torturers.
You too might want to write a letter.
The Blues Get Ahold Of You
Mutts on leashes. Squirrels. Outdoor cats. Birdies. Fat, tasty toddlers. It’s sort of a miracle screens contain tiny couch panthers and window sill mountain lions.
Kansas Bill Permits Doctors to Refuse to Administer Chemotherapy to Pregnant Cancer Patients
Anti-gay Amendment One passes in NC
I can’t talk. This is all too fucking sad.
Poor Impulse Control 