Monday, April 12, 2010

wooden shoe, wooden shoe, like to wear my wooden shoe

I finished editing that long businessy, sciencey paper finally. It was long! It was interesting! It made my brain hurt! I had to make an executive decision about usage of the singular "they!" I don't want to spoil it for you, but Garner says that it's a shame that American English users are so resistant to the singular "they," because it promises to be the best solution to the problem. I like that Garner fellow. He's a good mix of the prescriptive and descriptive approaches to usage.

A long time ago it was Easter and we dyed some eggs. They were way dark because we used our brown and green eggs. I took special care to cook them the right way so they would be worth eating, because I'll be jiggered if I'm going to have a green yolk in my house.

Saturday morning Magic Wendy and I practiced being communists. We helped with the sorting at our Bountiful Baskets pick-up site, and I got to take a couple of artichokes home for my trouble. Plus we got our baskets first, so we're always doing that from now on. It's not like I'm busy at seven in the morning, anyway. There was an old man there who kept trying to grab some of the boxes of produce and take off with them. He was weird and possibly senile. But senile people have to obey the laws of the land just like the rest of us, so I don't know what his problem was!

Traci's babies are skinny, but eating fine from what we can see. I also wonder if they just look skinny compared to Edna's babies, which are fat as ticks.
They're pretty cute. Captain America got his pick of the litter, and once he wrapped his mind around the fact that no way, no how are we keeping the buck, he picked the white girl and named her Cotton Ball.

Saturday night I made some pies for a Boy Scout fundraiser. They didn't have time to set up, but my uncle Kenny told me yesterday that my pies were almost as good as my grandma's. I probably don't need to tell you what a huge compliment that was, because my grandma's cream pies are famous. I owe it all to lard and Sue Watanabe's cream pie filling, which is transcendent. I never knew Sue Watanabe personally, but I do know this: she does not mess around. I used some strawberries from the basket, and the peaches I froze last summer. It makes me laugh when I try to be a food stylist.

Sue Watanabe Cream Pie
makes 2 pies
2/3 C sugar
1/4 t salt
1 1/2 T cornstarch
1 1/2 t flour
1 1/2 C milk + 3 T
2 eggs, beaten
1 T gelatin
1/2 t vanilla
1 1/2 C whipping cream

Combine sugar, salt, cornstarch and flour in a saucepan. Add milk gradually until blended. Cook until thick, stirring constantly.

Dissolve gelatin in the 3 T of milk. Once it has softened, add the beaten eggs. Add to the milk mixture and whisk until smooth. Cook a little longer to thicken it some more, then add vanilla. Let it cool until firm with plastic wrap on the surface to prevent the dreaded pudding skin. Ugh, the memories I have of chocolate pudding in my Grandpa Max's fridge that had skin up to a half inch thick. Also once there was a casserole that my uncle said was rattlesnake, and it sure looked like it, but Wilkers can't be trusted. They regularly lie in service of entertainment. Rings of Saturn, my eye.

Once the pudding is cool, whip the cream until stiff (you don't sweeten it), then fold into the pudding. Use for any cream pie. For chocolate, add chocolate to taste just before removing from stove.

One of these days I'm going to figure out a recipe for putting coconut and banana flavor into the cream itself, instead of just stirred in afterward. I'll keep you posted, and I'm sure you're very anxious about it.


Claire said...

I am very much in favor of the use of the singular they. What a pain to always have to assign a gender or write he/she.

Claire said...

I got so excited I didn't finish reading your post before I commented. Your baby goats are so cute! Norah and I need to come see them today. If only you didn't live two hours away.

Sarah said...

Those babies are just ridiculously adorable! We don't just *want* to see them, we *need* to see them.

Way to go sorting at the ol' Bountiful Baskets. I just had my first experience on Saturday (not sorting, just picking up) and I'm loving it.

Matt and Emily said...

Is this cream pie recipe the same that your mom made and called it pudding for the crepes that one time? That was pretty awesome stuff.

Layne said...

You know it.