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A little bit of everything...
Dec. 4th, 2011 09:00 pmThe recipe for candied ginger calls for allowing the ginger slices, which were boiled in a sugar water mixture, to dry for at least 8 hours and then roll them in sugar. After rolling them in sugar, the slices are still pretty pliable—I'd almost say fragile—and while they're sweet enough after you first put them in your mouth, by the time you've chewed a slice for a while and are ready to swallow, there's an interesting sharpness—almost a bitterness—lingering on the tongue.
Later in the day, I transferred what I had drained from the boiled slices (ginger-flavored sugar water) into an empty syrup bottle, and poured something approaching 2 tablespoons into a glass of diet tonic water. To my palate, the result was almost indistinguishable from ginger ale.
I managed to walk to the beach and back this morning. Shiloh enjoyed the water (she seemed not at all bothered by the fact that it's quite cold) and cast longing eyes at the seagulls (something to chase!), while I tried to avoid stepping on soft and watery areas along the beach.
Dinner was yet another pizza, using the dough I made yesterday. It came out well, and there have been enough ingredients in the fridge to maintain a variety of toppings, where the principal "base" consists of olive oil and pesto.
I tried to piggyback off having heated the oven to 550°F by mixing up Galina's gluten-free bread and a loaf from my stock of dough, and it seems to have worked, even if the baking times and temperatures ended up being judged by the seat of my pants (the instructions for the gluten-free bread specified a temperature of 350°F, while my "five-minute" bread bakes at 450°F).
In the end, however, Galina's loaf turned out nice and brown and hollow-sounding, while my loaf has a crunchy crust (even without my having put a pan of water into the oven to provide steam while the loaf bakes). Referring to these breads as Galina's and mine, by the way, is merely a convention. Galina still eats conventional bread, and I carve slices from the gluten-free loaf for myself, from time to time.
I moved some leaves around in the afternoon, but my heart wasn't really in it. But a little bit done every day ought to have some effect over the long run. A visit to a garage sale in the late afternoon netted, among some needed (and inexpensive) rugs, one of the Cornwell books featuring his Sharp character, Gary Wills' Lincoln at Gettysburg, and Under the Tuscan Sun (which I've already read, but it's been some time since I've done so).
Cheers...
Later in the day, I transferred what I had drained from the boiled slices (ginger-flavored sugar water) into an empty syrup bottle, and poured something approaching 2 tablespoons into a glass of diet tonic water. To my palate, the result was almost indistinguishable from ginger ale.
I managed to walk to the beach and back this morning. Shiloh enjoyed the water (she seemed not at all bothered by the fact that it's quite cold) and cast longing eyes at the seagulls (something to chase!), while I tried to avoid stepping on soft and watery areas along the beach.
Dinner was yet another pizza, using the dough I made yesterday. It came out well, and there have been enough ingredients in the fridge to maintain a variety of toppings, where the principal "base" consists of olive oil and pesto.
I tried to piggyback off having heated the oven to 550°F by mixing up Galina's gluten-free bread and a loaf from my stock of dough, and it seems to have worked, even if the baking times and temperatures ended up being judged by the seat of my pants (the instructions for the gluten-free bread specified a temperature of 350°F, while my "five-minute" bread bakes at 450°F).
In the end, however, Galina's loaf turned out nice and brown and hollow-sounding, while my loaf has a crunchy crust (even without my having put a pan of water into the oven to provide steam while the loaf bakes). Referring to these breads as Galina's and mine, by the way, is merely a convention. Galina still eats conventional bread, and I carve slices from the gluten-free loaf for myself, from time to time.
I moved some leaves around in the afternoon, but my heart wasn't really in it. But a little bit done every day ought to have some effect over the long run. A visit to a garage sale in the late afternoon netted, among some needed (and inexpensive) rugs, one of the Cornwell books featuring his Sharp character, Gary Wills' Lincoln at Gettysburg, and Under the Tuscan Sun (which I've already read, but it's been some time since I've done so).
Cheers...
