I have come to the conclusion that my sleep woes are merely indicative of the fact that I am allergic to work. This is based upon the knowledge that last night, I was asleep within twenty minutes — which is good, for me. Of course, that might have something to do with the time I went to bed (nearly 1.00 AM), but I still think the theory is a good one!
My baking experiments… first, the challah. The “subterfuge” was this:
The idea was to see whether the whole wheat haters would realize… but for reasons explained below, it was really irrelevant.
It was kind of a flop. I had to refrigerate the dough overnight, and it didn’t rise properly, and when I was ready to put it into the oven, it was pretty hard.
I was not trying to make pretzels!! Guess it’s back to the original recipe.
Happily, the muffin venture was a lot more successful.
Pumpkin bran muffins! I used a recipe from here, but I made a few changes.
Also from that website:
Baked French Toast. I wanted to use up some cottage cheese… the bread was soaked in a pureed mixture of cottage cheese, almond milk, Truvia, vanilla, and egg whites. I finished my jar of raspberry preserves by mixing it (about two tablespoons’ worth) with almond milk and microwaving it to make a sauce. Which was still way too liquidy, so I added a pinch of xanthan gum.
Tried something new this week, too.
Quite good, actually. I can’t figure out why this is so much harder than soy ice cream, but I kind of like that it is. Minus the whole “impossible to scoop” thing.
There is a lot of work I need to do, so, like any sensible person, I am going out tomorrow in an attempt to find a bag. Sounds simple, but is not simple at all, because I am kind of picky since I know what I want… and I can’t find it. My avoidance skills are truly remarkable. I astound even myself.
Sort of related to that, there is something I won’t talk about here since very few, if any, people will understand it, and I’m just too drained to explain it. But it’s something that has really been on my mind the past few days (spurred by a somewhat ominous I want to talk to you from my dad, who never did realize I was upset with him). The fact that I can’t discuss it with anyone bothers me more than the actual concept of my not being able to discuss it, if that makes any sense. It could potentially involve a life-changing decision — and I say that with a healthy degree of skepticism — but there’s a part of me that doesn’t believe I can control anything at all, especially if it involves a second / third / fourth party, and so I may as well save myself the grief by just giving in before I’ve even started. I know that this all sounds ambiguous, and I’m sorry. If I did a better job of explaining myself / getting my point across, maybe it wouldn’t be the predicament that it is.
With that, I am off to attempt to accomplish something useful. Which probably won’t happen.
Have a happy Sunday.
“If a man character is to be abused there’s nobody like a relative to do the business.”
~William Makepeace Thackeray