Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Today, Again

So, I blogged earlier this morning that Sis was sick and the day's plans had changed.

Time for a do-over.

Turns out that the few coughs she emitted just as she got out of bed faded almost immediately and didn't return. She ate breakfast heartily and played with Bud, with no other symptoms. So I sent her to school, delaying a decision about our playdate this afternoon. I think it might be allergies and the attendant morning stuffiness. Time will tell.

But the other thing I mentioned in that post was my immediate need for those bracelets, about which they are still both upset and desperate. I have a few ideas now about where I can find them, thanks to my quick-emailing playgroup friends. And I'll be posting later on the philosophical and ethical quandry of giving in to fads later. Right after I do it.

Today

Sis is sick: barky cough. Which means, not 3 weeks after her last ear infection, we'll be watching for more fever, more earaches. It also means no school for her today. And a trip to at least one doctor--and if they find a thing, we're going back to the ENT. Enough is enough.

Bud is miserable. Not only is he going to school alone, but Sis has a fairy silly band from a friend and he doesn't. (These are the in thing now: brightly-colored plastic bracelets in shapes like animals, fairies, dinosaurs, and letters. Style is to wear several of them at a time, just like we did with those Madonna-inspired black bracelets c. 1983.)

Oh, shit. She just accidentally broke hers. Today is just gonna suck.

Know where I can find some of those fast?

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Rise Up: The Twins

It's raining, it's pouring, and so I'm baking. Made Butter Bread, choosing it mainly because I had all the ingredients on hand. The dough was so soft, as a baby's bottom, you might say. And the final bread is very, very tender. And oh so buttery. Bud had two huge slices with jelly. Sis hasn't had any yet but liked the name of it, which is also les gameaux, or "the twins," because traditionally this bread is two loaves baked side-by-side. Kinda looked like a big baby's bottom, too!

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Butter Bread
1 1/8 cups water
1 large egg
6 tablespoons unsalted butter, cut into pieces
4 cups bread flour
1 tablespoon plus 1 teaspoon gluten
2 teaspoons salt
1 tablespoon bread machine yeast
[Note: there are long instructions about making les gameaux, or "the twins," by stopping the machine midway, making two separate pieces of dough, and baking them side by side in the bread machine pan. I used the machine for dough and then divided the dough, made two long loaves, put them together in the 9 x 5" bread pan, rose again for 45 minutes, and baked at 350F for 40 minutes. I also had brushed the top with a tablespoon of butter.]

adapted from Beth Hensperger, The Bread Lover's Bread Machine Cookbook

Monday, May 17, 2010

Commitment

com·mit·ment  [kuh-mit-muhnt]–noun
1.the act of committing.
2.the state of being committed.
3.the act of committing, pledging, or engaging oneself.
4.a pledge or promise; obligation: We have made a commitment to pay our bills on time.
5.engagement; involvement: They have a sincere commitment to religion.

It's a word I've heard a lot these last few weeks: in WW meetings, from my PT about a lifelong exercise regimen, about my swimming.

But I haven't been feeling a lot of it.

I'm not swimming and am afraid I won't get back to it even when I feel better. I haven't tracked or even counted food points since this latest back pain started. And I have about four new pounds to show for it. Because I eat to feel better, which my GP says is so normal, so comforting (and that I should forgive myself a little now until things improve some). As for an exercise regimen, well, I feel lucky if I can just function (I'm driving again, finally). I get overwhelmed when I hurt and then all my good health habits fall to the wayside as I hunker down to cope. You know what the first indicator is to me? I stop flossing my teeth. Because I'm too lazy. Because I don't care. Because I'm tired. (And before you worry that I'm falling into a depression: I'm seeing someone about coping with chronic pain and the attendant anxiety and she says I'm not depressed. Just in pain and anxious about it.).

Good news, though: I've flossed these last two nights. My back isn't "back" but my commitment might be.

Mama's Grill Pledge

Mama is on a grill kick and having a great time learning a new skill for which there are tools (yeah, well, some stereotypes are true.)! She has grilled once and even twice a weekend for almost a month now--chicken drumsticks and thighs, Chinese sauced pork ribs, t-bone steaks, sweet potatoes, corn on the cob, a variety of vegetables (squash, eggplant, mushrooms), banana boats, even leftover pizza. Not only does she produce these great meals (I've listed below but not appended recipes yet for some of her dishes), but the outdoor cooking and eating contributes to a whole fun family outside afternoon, with the two of us hanging out on the deck while the kids run around the backyard. Yesterday, in addition to creating and running through their own obstacle course and visiting with a neighbor, the kiddos watched birds build a nest in our recently trimmed hedge and a squirrel, newly named "Chippy," stick her head out of her nest high up in the knot of our tree. In fact, we were outside well after 8 pm, which is very late for them. But that's what summer is for, right? And with school out in less than a month, it definitely feels like summer is on its way.

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Corn

Sweet Potatoes

Chinese Pork Ribs

Banana Boats

Freekah Show

I've been pampered since Wednesday, with meals, gifts of coloring books, and being chore free. On Saturday, Mama took the kids to the library for hours, where they played computer games, chose books about dinosaurs and in the Magic School Bus series, selected videos, and even chose some books for me. Apparently, Sis marched right up to our favorite librarian, "Excuse me, Miss T, excuse me. I need books about cooking bread." And she came home with four, including two on Laura Ingalls Wilder, Everybody Bakes Bread (and the search for the three-handle rolling pin!), and one by famous Julia Child editor, Judith Jones! Lots of fun for us.

Then they went to a Middle Eastern food restaurant and brought home a wonderful lunch: shawerma for them, amazing tahini-heavy hummus (and a spicy version), smoky and sweet baba ganoush, incredibly crunchy falafel, Syrian rice, mujadara, this thick crisp flatbread, dolmades, olives, and mango nectar. My two new favorites were freekah, a pilaf with freekah/farik (roasted greenwheat), almonds, and peas, as well as a bright red rosewater drink. MMMMMMmmmmmm! We ate leftovers for two delicious days.

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Freekah
This isn't exactly the pilaf from the restaurant, but it's close. And I think I can get freekah from Trader Joe's.

Ingredients500 g freekeh
4 cups 99% fat free chicken broth
1 tsp olive oil
50 g garlic, crushed
25 g fresh rosemary
.5 c chopped onions
.25 c diced or grated carrots
.25 c frozen green peas
.25 c slivered almonds
salt and pepper to taste


DirectionsSweat onions and garlic in olive oil. Add rosemary, and sautee gently. Add broth, freekeh, and carrots. Bring to a boil, then reduce heat and simmer until tender. Remove from heat, add peas. Let sit while toasting almonds. Plate, and garnish with a few almond slivers. Serves 8.

Number of Servings: 8

from sparkpeople.com

Sunday, May 16, 2010

Rise Up: No Need to Knead

I'm finally getting to the original no-knead bread (and the cast-iron Dutch Oven I put on my bridal registry for this very reason!), originated by Jim Lahey of Sullivan Street Bakery. I started it last night and still have about an hour and a half left to go (mainly, the end of the second rise and then baking). It almost seems like too much trouble, like kneading would be easier, but the proof is in, well, the proof, I guess: taste and texture. Meanwhile, I'm also repeating the chocolate challah I made on Friday, to give to the teachers who let us drop Bud and Sis off early on Friday to make my doctor's appointment in time.

Update: This bread is AMAZING! Beautiful to look at, wonderful to eat. Crusty crunchy crust and holy hole-y inside! How does it compare to the other? Well, I'd say it's better, hands-down, for flavor and crust but the sponge-ness of the warm bread is similar (haven't had it cold yet; I never can wait). Mama liked it too, as did a neighbor passing by on a walk who stopped to admire our "new" yard.

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No-Knead Bread
Adapted from Jim Lahey, Sullivan Street Bakery
Time: About 1½ hours plus 14 to 20 hours’ rising

3 cups all-purpose or bread flour, more for dusting
¼ teaspoon instant yeast
1¼ teaspoons salt
Cornmeal or wheat bran as needed.

1. In a large bowl combine flour, yeast and salt. Add 1 5/8 cups water, and stir until blended; dough will be shaggy and sticky. Cover bowl with plastic wrap. Let dough rest at least 12 hours, preferably about 18, at warm room temperature, about 70 degrees.

2. Dough is ready when its surface is dotted with bubbles. Lightly flour a work surface and place dough on it; sprinkle it with a little more flour and fold it over on itself once or twice. Cover loosely with plastic wrap and let rest about 15 minutes.

3. Using just enough flour to keep dough from sticking to work surface or to your fingers, gently and quickly shape dough into a ball. Generously coat a cotton towel (not terry cloth) with flour, wheat bran or cornmeal; put dough seam side down on towel and dust with more flour, bran or cornmeal. Cover with another cotton towel and let rise for about 2 hours. When it is ready, dough will be more than double in size and will not readily spring back when poked with a finger.

4. At least a half-hour before dough is ready, heat oven to 450 degrees. Put a 6- to 8-quart heavy covered pot (cast iron, enamel, Pyrex or ceramic) in oven as it heats. When dough is ready, carefully remove pot from oven. Slide your hand under towel and turn dough over into pot, seam side up; it may look like a mess, but that is O.K. Shake pan once or twice if dough is unevenly distributed; it will straighten out as it bakes. Cover with lid and bake 30 minutes, then remove lid and bake another 15 to 30 minutes, until loaf is beautifully browned. Cool on a rack.

Yield: One 1½-pound loaf.

as printed in The New York Times

Saturday, May 15, 2010

Alone Time

I've had a lot of alone time recently: Mama worked late both Thursday and Friday nights and she has taken the kids out today while I rest at home. But since I've made enough bread recently and am not doing much crafting because of my back (nor much reading for similar reasons), I'm watching tv. I've watched four episodes of "Cranford" and "Return to Cranford" (I love Judi Dench! Especially as a Victorian . . . ), plus "Private Chefs of Beverly Hills" and now "Law and Order." I'm sad about the cancellation of L&O, not because I watch it (or any tv) much anymore, but because I watched it for years and also would've liked them to pass "Gunsmoke" as the longest-running show ever. Plus, it has been quite intertwined with my NYC experience--I even saw Jerry Orbach in person on the streets around Broadway a few times (though, oddly, I'm not sure if any of the film crews I ever saw were L&O).

Anyway, I'm not sure what to do with myself. Besides tv, I keep wandering outside to see how progress is going on our yard renovation. Our babysitter's dad, who is in the landscaping business, is cleaning up our big bushes in the back corner, trimming some trees, and mulching around our swingset. It's a beautiful day for the work, which has transformed our yard, adding tons of space where it was once overgrown with poison ivy and probably providing the habitat for lots of critters. So I keep going outside to see how pretty it's becoming. Funny because I usually have tons to do with myself on the days when Babysitter is here or the kids are in school. But it's Saturday and we're usually altogether and I'm a bit constrained in my activities . . . . maybe I should practice my breathing some more. While I watch tv!

Light at the End of the Tunnel

Well, there was definitely a tunnel. A very small one. But I don't know if there was any light at the end because I never opened my eyes. For 25+ minutes in the MRI machine, I practiced counting my breath, completely unable to convince myself that I was, say, with the panda bears or walking around Rome, or something--mainly because the noise of an MRI machine is a cross between the funky techno sounds of some dance club and the loud and unexpected whirrs and thuds and such of a construction site. Nothing hurt, and I could even say that the vibrations of the machine were kinda comfortable--I mean, how often do I just lie around? Worst part was that my legs, which were bent to support my lower back, got tired and jumpy and so I had to work hard to hold them still; otherwise, no worries. They said I did a great job, but I'm guessing they say that to everyone. Still, it would've been harder, I think, had I opened my eyes because it really was a very small tunnel (but, oddly, air conditioned, I think!). If I ever have another MRI, I want to remember to:
  • wear clothes without metal--because I was in sweats and a t-shirt, not much else (not even my brand-new lift-and-separate-and-support-er that has garnered compliments and makes my back feel better. Not so much my wallet--can you imagine $40?? But at least I got, count them, three not two letters!! Because they don't do E anymore. TMI?), I didn't have to change into a gown.
  • have pants with pockets, in which I stashed my hands which kept my arms from being jumpy..
  • not open my eyes.
  • not bother to try to pretend I'm somewhere else but just practice my meditation breathing--because you're nothing if not fully present when you're in that tunnel.
I actually have a CD-Rom now of my upper back, but I'm not going to look at it. I mean, I can't read those things and who needs to get worked up about blotches and spots I don't understand. Mama says she's going to look at it. Fine. So, my doctor will get the images and the report probably by Wednesday and I'll go see him after that to hear what's up. Then maybe I'll look and see some light at the end of my tunnel.

Friday, May 14, 2010

Rise Up: Pete Repeats

My mom used to call me "Pete" or "Charlie"--my sister, too--odd nicknames for us, with no rhyme or reason (not even that she wanted boys!).

I digress because this post, title aside, is all about bread and nothing to do with my childhood nicknames. I made a great bread last night when another one was an utter disappointment (I'm not even going to post that Guinness and Molasses bread recipe here because it was just ick): Buttermilk Whole Wheat. Not too wheat-y, good crumb, perfect for toast.

Except that it wasn't new. Until I reviewed my recipes tonight, I hadn't realized I'd made it before. In fact, it was the first recipe I made out of my favorite bread machine cookbook, Beth Hensperger's The Bread Lover's Bread Machine Cookbook. I guess I've gone full circle.

And then some, because I think I'm finally ready to tackle Hensperger's other, more famous bread cookbooks (which don't use bread machines), particularly the James Beard award-winning Bread Bible.

Rise Up: Good Shabbos

After my GP appointment this morning reassured me that we're doing what we can, I looked forward to my afternoon playgroup. And for this I made Chocolate Challah, choosing challah not because one of our moms is culturally Jewish but because we all like chocolate and challah can be such a wonderful, rich bread. And it was good, especially because I only made the dough in the machine and then braided it myself, as is traditional, and baked it in the oven. Let's just say that we all burned our fingers grabbing a piece and that only about 1/4 of it is left!

Good Shabbos to us all!

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Chocolate Challah

1 cup water
1 large egg plus 1 egg yolk
2 tablespoons vegetable oil
2 teaspoons vanilla extract
3 cups bread flour
1/2 cup sugar
1/4 cup unsweetened Dutch-process cocoa powder
1 tablespoon gluten
1 1/2 teaspoons salt
2 1/4 teaspoons bread machine yeast
1/2 cup semisweet chocolate chips

Place the ingredients, except the chocolate chips, in the pan according to the order in the manufacturer's instructions. Set crust on medium and program for the Basic or Sweet Bread cycle; press Start (not suitable for the delay timer). At the beep, add the chocolate chips.

When the baking cycle ends, immediately remove the bread from the pan and place it on a rack. Let cool to room temperature before slicing.

Beth Hensperger, The Bread Lover's Bread Machine Cookbook

Thursday, May 13, 2010

Update

Okay, posting on Turn-off-your-engine Thursday but that's okay: ortho ordered an MRI (scheduled for this Saturday) but says the symptoms are consistent with diagnosis and upped my anti-inflammatories. At his suggestion, I'm going to cut back on swimming until this calms down again.

Had a ped appt for Sis afterwards, to check up on her latest ear infection, and talked to the doc about my ortho, whom she's heard of, says he's good at backs (even if he isn't the touchy-feely, chatty type). Oddly, her husband has the same thing--upper back scoliosis--and said that PT had helped. So maybe it's just a matter of time.

Feeling better mentally and physically today. And so making bread in my mixer, which is basically hands free--Guinness and Molasses! If there's extra, I'm going to make Brown Bread Ice Cream. Which just sounds too odd not to try! Otherwise, I'm hanging out at home with my very cooperative little helpers.

And I promise to post on something else soon. I'm tired of writing about my back.

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Rise Up: Ghosts of Bread Past

I was channeling the women of my family on Tuesday, making a bread recipe of my maternal grandmother Bammie, who died of Lou Gehrig's disease when I was only four. The recipe had been used by her throughout my mom's childhood and was remembered as being a fantastic bread with a crunchy crust and also incredible for toast. I had never had the bread but remember Gommie talking about it, how they would put pepper on it fresh out of the oven. And so, I got a copy of the recipe from my Aunt T, who apparently still makes it from time to time.

The recipe, below, was contained in a typewritten letter to Aunt T, as apparently Bammie always typed things. I'm guessing it was sent to Aunt T as a young bride and housekeeper, because the last line mentions that Bammie could come up and make some for them on Saturday. More than that, I don't know yet.

Seeing the reference to the mixmaster, I decided to make the dough in my Kitchen Aid with my dough hook, a first time for me. Besides, my sense of Bammie is that she was a no-nonsense, not sentimental or nostalgic, practical woman (but apparently a great crafter and cook and sportswoman who loved to have fun) and she would probably have taken advantage of a machine to make bread if she could have.

I was surprised that the recipe called for 4 cups of water, realizing that was a lot. And half of a 5 lb bag? That's more than 10 cups!!!! I thought it would be okay (alright, honestly, I hadn't calculated until I started, my faux pas, and would have known that was too much) until the dough climbed over the dough hook and into the spring/motor of the mixer, getting grease everywhere before I could stop it. Was Bammie trying to tell me something? Something like "get yourself to a store to buy bread, girl!" Let's not romanticize the past too much--I think most of our foremothers would embrace many of our modern-day conveniences. Even if they don't taste nearly as good. But, I was determined not to be beaten by this family heirloom recipe.

I had to throw all that dough away, clean up and revive my poor mixer, and start afresh. With half a recipe. From there, everything went swimmingly. Love using the dough hook--mix all the ingredients right in it, stop when the dough isn't sticky and pulls away from the bowl, let it rest in the bowl covered with a damp towel (as per instructions, I oiled the top lightly. I also put a warm damp towel around the bowl as it's too cold in my kitchen for bread to rise quickly these days, 64F instead of 75-85F!), then "punched down" an hour or so later in the bowl on low for just a few seconds (when dough bounced back at a poke), rested it a bit, then "kneaded" for less than a minute, removed the dough, shaped it, and put it in my bread tin to rise (waiting for it to not spring back at a poke). It was big in my tin and I knew it would make a huge loaf but I resisted separating it into two, since half the recipe should've only made one. I did, however, slash the top and give it a water wash before baking at 350 for about an hour.

Except this all took so long that I had to be at an appointment before it was done so I briefed Babysitter who confidently took charge, having only ever baked a box mix cake once in her life! I was a little sorry not to be there for the "birth" of the loaf, for the first warm slice, but realized I will be making it again. And again. The loaf was there and partially devoured when I got home: a huge loaf which slices are too big for my toaster with this amazing hard crust and nice, dense crumb. I called Gommie to tell her how good it was, not only feeling proud that I'd managed both the dough hook and another bread recipe but also feeling excited that a new generation, or two, has the family bread recipe.

Gommie, and Aunt T, and Bammie--we'll save a piece with pepper on it for you!

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Bammie's Bread Recipe, a la Aunt T

"About the bread.........I use one dry yeast package, 4 cups water, 1 Tbs. sugar, 2 Tbs. salt and 2 Tbs. oil. Add enough flour so that it will sorta stay in a mold, or slowly go back down after you beat it.......seems like it's a little over half a 5 pound package. Spread oil over the top so that it won't get crusty and let rise. I use the mixmaster bowl and it always rises up higher than the bowl, sometimes even runs over. Knead on floured paper, working in more flour and then put in the pans and let rise.....now this will depend on the size of your pans. If they are not as large as mine, well, just don't add as much water to begin with, but use the same amount of yeast. I bake it a 350 for almost an hour. Oil the top of the loaves when you put them in the pan. I can't understand why you can't do this. If you don't get to it, I'll make you some the Saturday that I'm there."


The above is exactly what she sent me. Makes 2 loaves. I beat the flour in by hand. The pans I use are regular bread pan size. Also, when I divide the dough into half to put in the pans for the second rise, I sort of form it, pour a little oil in the pans, and them put the dough in the pan top side down and roll it so there is oil both around it in the pan and on top. The loaf seems to come out better even using non-stick pans. The bread will be heavy and very crusty. When you turn it out after baking, wrap each loaf in a dish towel to cool. I then slice it and store it in a zip lock bag and after one or two days put it in the fridge so it won't mold.
Makes wonderful toast.

Aunt T

Mommy's Little Helpers

I'm having a pretty rough back day today. And it just got worse as morning progressed, even though Mama did all the prep work and all I had to do was get the kids to school. But that became increasingly hard to fathom as departure time loomed. To the point that I called the school to arrange a curbside drop-off. Then I told the kids that I wouldn't be taking them inside but that a teacher would be there to help them.

And putting her arms around her brother, Sis said, "It's okay, Mommy. We can help each other!"

They were such grown-up kiddos getting into school . . . and I cried all the way to my PT appt, more because of the heartache of not being able to do my mommy job than because of the pain. The concerned therapist did the best she could, which did help a lot, until Mama came to make sure I got home okay.

I'm home now, feeling a better but afraid to move too much. There won't be any bread baking today. Mama's gone for pick up and will be home all day with us. Thank heavens her job lets her do that. I have an ortho appt tomorrow and a GP appt on Friday.

But for now, I'm taking it one day at a time.

Just like the words someone gave me say:

Just for today, I will try to live through this day only,
and not tackle my whole life problem
at once. I can do something for twelve hours
that would appall me if I felt that I had to
keep it up for a lifetime.

Just for today, I will be happy. This assumes to
be true what Abraham Lincoln said, that
"most folks are as happy as they make up
their minds to be."

Just for today, I will try to strengthen my mind.
I will study. I will learn something useful.
I will not be a mental loafer. I will read
something that requires effort, thought and
concentration.
Just for today, I will adjust myself to what is,
and not try to adjust everything to my own
desires. I will take my "luck" as it comes,
and fit myself to it.
Just for today, I will exercise my soul in three
ways: I will do somebody a good turn, and
not get found out. I will do at least two
things I don't want to--just for exercise.
I will not show anyone that my feelings are
hurt; they may be hurt, but today I will not
show it
Just for today, I will be agreeable. I will look
as well as I can, dress becomingly, talk low,
act courteously, criticize not one bit, not
find fault with anything and not try to improve
or regulate anybody except myself.
Just for today, I will have a program. I may not
follow it exactly, but I will have it. I will
save myself from two pests: hurry and indecision.
Just for today, I will have a quiet half hour all
by myself, and relax. During this half hour,
sometime, I will try to get a better perspective
of my life.
Just for today, I will be unafraid. Especially I
will not be afraid to enjoy what is beautiful,
and to believe that as I give to the world, so
the world will give to me.

--anonymous

Monday, May 10, 2010

Rise Up: Hello, Gorgeous!

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I'm Not Ready Yet

They are practicing a song from "Toy Story" for their preschool graduation.

Heaven help me, I don't even know what song that is, but it's making me teary already.

Just like my mom and the usual graduation processional song. Or the Wedding March. Both of which we've teased her about. In fact, we sang "Pomp and Circumstance" to Gommie for months before I graduated from high school. And she was pretty immune to it. And then they played a montage from my favorite musical, "Phantom of the Opera." I guess there's no avoiding tears at graduation.

But my mom was lucky. I can't even try to prepare myself because the kids said they won't sing the special song for me until graduation. So if any of you know what song it might be, please let me know.

And please, please, please let it not be that "I Believe I Can Fly" song.

Rise Up: Baking To-Do List

With approximately two weeks left on my bread pledge (until Thursday, May 17), there are still several things I want to try:

  • Jim Lahey's 18-hour no-knead bread
  • my Bammie's bread recipe
  • my dough hook attachment for my mixer
  • pie crust--by hand or in the food processor
  • sourdough
  • crackers
  • Salt Rising Bread
  • Bloodroot's Oatmeal Sunflower bread
  • and finally, the failed loaf that pretty much inspired it all, Rev. M's Oatmeal Molasses Bread
Okay, I probably won't get all that done in the next two weeks, but I don't intend to stop making bread on that Thursday, so there will be time for all of it. And more . . . .

Go Figure

For months now, Bud, and to some extent Sis, has been terrified of having his hair washed. I don't mean grumpy about it. But scared. Petrified. So bath time has been a real struggle, even though we only wash hair as minimally as possible. And it's not just me that has a problem getting his hair washed. Mama can't manage it either. Nor can Ma. And while we do not want to give in to any kind of tantrum or manipulation, we do want to recognize and respect real fear. We've tried cups, titling heads back, covering ears and eyes with washcloths, the shower head spray, letting them pour the water themselves, letting them wash our hair first, even goggles for protection. You name it. Nothing has worked.

Having heard them giggling for awhile now, I just popped my head into the bathroom where they are still playing. And Bud dumps a full cup of bubbly water on his head. Repeatedly. With a smile on his face. And he's still doing it! And enjoying it . . . . "I'm going to tell Mama and Gommie and Ma that I can wash my own hair! I'm an expert hair-washer."

There's no telling with kids, I say.

My Garden Gnomes

Maybe I should take the National Wildlife Federation's "Be Out There" pledge--"I pledge to spend time outside, exploring, learning and playing. I will encourage the kids in my life to get outside more, too!": Sis and Bud have been outside more than four hours now. Mainly, they are pretending to collect and then plant seeds, calling any off-limits plants, like my roses, daylilies, lilac bush, hostas, azalea, pansies, petunias, and marigolds, "poison ivy." They each gathered a bucket full of "seeds," mainly a leaf or two from every bush, tree, and weed in our whole yard, which they then used garden tools to plant under the "faerie tree." They are covered in dirt from eyelids to ears to fingernails to toenails and so are in a bubbly tub . . . still playing happily with each other! For my part, I meditated some, watched a lot, made bread dough, blogged, and then prepared an apple-caramel snack. And it's already 4 p.m.! A pretty great way to spend the day . . . .

Rise Up: Knead Therapy

I've been craving bread, mentally, and not the no-knead or bread machine variety. I've wanted to put the skills I first learned two weeks ago, then used in successful Cinnamon Raisin Bread last week, back into practice. And so I chose King Arthur Flour's introductory Hearth Bread recipe (which is way too long to type in here). There are a zillion "how-to-make-bread" recipes for the beginner, including ones in Mollie Katzen's Enchanted Broccoli Forest, the Tassajara Bread Book, Julia Child's The Way to Cook, and no doubt several from Martha Stewart, and those are just the ones I can think of right off. But I went with the KA one because, well, I like that confident, comforting big orangish book (200th Anniversary Cookbook) and I've had success, as I mentioned, with the Cinnamon Raisin Bread from the same source.

And so, I'm making that bread today. It felt good--not just the smooth and elastic dough, but the whole kneading process, which is no small feat considering how my back has been feeling. In fact, I think that is part of the reason I've been craving bread, or breadmaking. I was at the PT this morning and she can actually see the differential in my shoulders (left is lower), the twist of my spine, and the compression of the rib cage on my left side. No wonder I hurt. She's going to call my ortho to talk about other options for care beyond pills and PT; she mentioned a brace, perhaps. Yep, just like Deenie. Which she is too young to have read. I'll be back at PT on Wednesday, at the ortho on Thursday.

But back in my kitchen in an hour when it's time to punch down that bread, shape it into glorious round loaves, slash the top, and put it in the oven. I have real hopes that I've done it correctly so far--it was the most gorgeous ball of dough I've ever put to rise. And it will be ready just about in time for dinner, which is minestrone soup in the slow cooker. My mind, and even my back, feel better for it already.