So I am putting together my piece on the meeting of the Twentieth Century Club of Garrettsville, when all sorts of related topics and events just happened to come up. Karma, I guess.
First was an article in The Week, a news magazine which I enjoy, partly because it has some off-beat items once in a while. Such as the one about a librarian in Los Angeles who has spent about five years locating tombstones that have (presumably in addition to epitaphs) recipes engraved on them. She makes the recipes too. Among the ones mentioned were meatloaf, guava cobbler and nut roll,… and some cookies–carved into headstones these recipes were.The cookbook which she has written containing these interesting famous last words is titled To Die For. Don’t know if one would be real specific about where the recipe came from, if asked. Certainly could ascribe it to Grandma, if that worthy woman has gone to her reward, I guess..
While I was working up to that project(the writing, that is), I heard a sort of soft sound in the kitchen, so I went out to see what it might be–no rush, we’re stuck inside while the snow drifts and drifts and drifts down. What it was was an egg which hit the kitchen floor, propelled by one (nobody confessed outright) of the fun-loving kittens. I had been planning to make cookies (inspired by the tombstones?) and was letting an egg come to “room temperature” on the counter.
Well, what could be more fun than seeing if eggs could fly like birds can fly? And a learning experience too, right? What I learned was that kittens will try anything–including raw egg, which has to be cleaned up quickly; it does not improve a floor’s finish.
More on the “pink salt trick” and/or the “gelatin trick”. These keep popping up online ( Is somebody out in the ether trying to hint something to me?). following pretty much the same format, same fat people, same pix of somebody cutting up pans of Jello, somebody eating Jello squares, pix of two, or maybe three of the ingredients that will bring about amazing weight loss–never all of them, never the same in every recipe, always the “big Pharma” villains. Then comes the pitch to sell their painstakingly researched pills–which you cannot make at home.. That’s the trick, folks.
And speaking of eating, I have filled up my birdfeeders three times today…even pitched some out-of-date almond butter from my pantry mixed with seeds from the spills in the garage. Tough times for fine-feathered friends.
