It was -14 C outside the kitchen window, when we arose
this morning. The chill inside has definitely been chased
away, and although I am still bundled up the result
is that I am now toasty warm. A few more days like this
and it will be tropical in here!
The BBQ beef ribs we had for dinner last night were outstanding. I have discovered that if you can afford to use high quality meats, AAA or prime grades, good results are almost guaranteed. The beef ribs were a gift, prime grade ribs. All I did was rub the ribs with garlic powder, roast them covered at 325 F for three hours, transfer them to another roasting pan, baste them with BBQ sauce, heat for another 15 minutes at 325 F and serve. They were the best ribs I've ever tasted and my cooking skill can't take credit for that.
Attila has given his seal of approval, yet again, to the pumpkin loaf I baked yesterday. This time I added a half a cup of chopped hazelnuts, vintage unknown but old. I tasted one before using the nuts for baking, it was OK. Now, I have a cup of pecans of unknown vintage to experiment with, and that is it for geriatric nuts at our house; perhaps this is debatable. It is my goal to cycle our food supply in such a way that nothing is frozen for more than a few years and other items are used within a year or so.
Just a note to anyone who has enjoyed a meal with us, here at Maggie's Smile. We use fresh food when cooking for guests, always. We do not share the spoils of my geriatric food adventures with friends or family.
I've been thinking about books and reading. I taught myself to read, with guidance from my Granny, at a very young age. Before I learned how to read I thought it was magic, the transformation of squiggly lines into the soaring beauty of my grandmother's voice as she read to us. After I learned how to read I though it was magic, the transformation of squiggly lines that brought the inexpressible from the depths of the unspoken, to soar above the subterfuge of society.
To quote another writer is, for me, to feel a kinship with humanity. Reading Voltaire's words incites in me a greater sense of camaraderie than any contact with present day mass media. Of course, Voltaire may or may not have meant by his words what I think he meant by his words. Even that eventuality provides me with a sense of camaraderie, as what I am writing here may or may not be understood by a reader in the way that I understand it. One thing I do believe though, is the people I have quoted in this entry wrote what they believed. Honest expression is far more appealing to me than perfect understanding or agreement. Vive le difference; Source: Pepe Le Pew, and others.
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