Memorize Poetry #10/52; Vegan Cake #11/52; Scones…and the Beach #12/52 & #13/52
The following “adventures” pale in comparison to those of others, but they made me feel that I had tried something new, and for me, that is a large part of my adventure quest. (I am wondering, though, why so many of my exploits seem to involve food?!?)
Memorize Poetry #10/52
While playing in the stream on my camping trip, lines from this poem kept running through my mind; I decided that Wordsworth’s “The Word Is Too Much With Us” would be an apt poem to memorize. And I did!
Vegan Cake #11/52
My daughter wasn’t very helpful about what kind of cake she wanted for her 17th birthday. She’s a runner, and all she would say is, “something healthy.” Well, you can only go so far with healthy when it comes to cakes, but I did find a fantastic vegan chocolate cake recipe. Dress it up with chocolate glaze and organic raspberries…yum!
Blueberry Scones #12
I love baking (and eating) scones and have tried all kinds: oatmeal (with and without raisins), cranberry-orange, cinnamon, and blueberry…aah, the blueberry. Let’s face it: when I’ve made blueberry scones, the dough has turned blue as soon as I folded in the blueberries. So I determined to try a recipe from Cook’s Illustrated…a pain-in-the-arse recipe, as it turned out.
The technique worked fairly well: I did not have blue dough. The key was to press the blueberries into the dough, fold the whole conglomeration into a rectangle, and finally, cut triangular scones. The pain-in-the-arse part had to do with grating frozen butter and then keeping everything cold until just before the dough was kneaded and formed into scones. The end result was a little too sweet for my taste, but I think that’s more a matter of personal preference; i.e., whether you like a “biscuit” vs a “cake” scone.
At any rate, they looked pretty, and they disappeared quickly enough…
The Beach #13
Why is it that men seem so much less self-conscious about their bodies than women? I spent a few days at the beach recently, and there were plenty of men matter-of-factly applying sunscreen to their beer guts (while drinking yet more beer). At the same time, the women were a little more reluctant to expose themselves – and I felt uber-critical about my own appearance!
Here’s where the adventure comes in – simply a matter of screwing up my courage. I wore a (string!) bikini in public for the first time in many, many years and found that it wasn’t as difficult as I anticipated. In fact, I felt okay – no Demi Moore, but no one recoiled in horror or shielded his eyes. No photos available – I’m brave, not crazy!