Here’s the challah-making process, illustrated.
You should have seen my reaction when I looked at the dough after the final rise… I literally jumped for joy! My dough rose! It worked for me — I liked it. The same cannot be said for the rest of the people in this house, but that’s hardly surprising, as my palate rarely coincides with theirs. However, I do think that these would make good French toast, so the leftovers (two loaves) are going into the freezer for that.
Let the record state that protein powder and whole wheat hot cereal do not a very great combination make.
Saved by the blackberries.
My co-worker returned to work yesterday after her trip to China. She brought this for me:
I just smiled and said “Thank you,” because to do otherwise would have been rude, but, um… does anyone have any idea what this is, functionally speaking?!
Yesterday afternoon, I attended a CPR refresher, deemed necessary because of an “incident” that happened in the building. They chose this time to let me know that I am “on call” this month. Has anyone else noticed that the month is halfway over already??
Pancakes made with 1/4 cup each pancake mix and cottage cheese, water, Truvia, cinnamon, and one egg white. My pancake-flipping skills have not improved any in the past few months, and these were really airy, so they were even more difficult to turn. Ah, well.
An as-yet-untried (well, before yesterday!) Turtle Mountain flavor (strawberry):
It was fine, I guess. I’m just not much of a fan of strawberry ice cream; I think I’m a vanilla girl. What’s your favorite ice cream flavor?
As lovely as it is to not have to go to work, weekends are a big black hole to me, one that I’ve never managed to really explain. But. This (somewhat indirect) quote is most of the reason why I need more texts:
“Keep your eye on the goal — we are aiming to get you to gain weight quickly since the slow way wasn’t working. You need to follow through even when it is hard and scary. Even if you end up gaining X lbs this week you will not have reached your goal weight. Besides, I don’t trust the scale you go on — it always says you gained when mine doesn’t show that. You are allowed to be nervous but you are not allowed to harp on it. You have to work very hard to create positive distractions. You are more than just the amount you weigh — and what you weigh and will weigh is still grossly below healthy. The time has come to resolve this issue by using your own willpower rather than being forced into it by a hospital, which may ultimately happen if you don’t choose to be in charge of your own recovery.”
…And that isn’t even the whole message. There were six of them, I think. And as much as I like being able to “disconnect” over Shabbos, sometimes it’s really. damn. hard. not to have any access to “the outside world.”
But on the topic of messages, I got one from my “best friend” from high school, asking, “How are you doing?” Which, in her-speak, is code for “I want to vent.” This time, the vent was about her being “unofficially diagnosed” with dysthymia. Well… welcome to my world. So, according to her, “We haven’t drifted as far apart as I’d thought.” The irony in this is that I’ve been that way ever since we’ve known each other, and she’s the one who always told me to “just be happy”!! Thinking about this makes my head hurt.
What I’d like to accomplish tonight:
put up some sweet potatoes and apples in the dehydrator
slice and freeze the leftover challah
What I probably will accomplish:
We shall see. I’m off to make an earnest effort. 😉
Enjoy your Sunday — last day to enter the giveaway.
“Happiness is having a scratch for every itch.”