Tuesday, December 23, 2014

ingestion equanimity intrigue

"Here is a test to find whether your mission on earth is finished. 
If you're alive, it isn't." (Richard Bach)

Can you tell I have to make a pie for Christmas Eve?  It's going to be apple, but half the apples are cooked down to almost apple butter and that goes on the bottom, then the sliced apples go on top of that, then a lattice top.  And it doesn't have (much) sugar- 1 tablespoon in the crust and whatever I need in the apple goop, less than 1/4 cup.  I threw the pastry together last night and will roll it out tomorrow.  Then I am making boereg for our uncle who is coming on Christmas Day-  that's basically a cheese pie with phyllo dough.  I really hate working with phyllo because you never know if it will be 'good' or really difficult to work with.  'When she is good, she is very very good...' and you are the hero of the day.  But then there are those other times when it breaks and flakes and is already dried out when you open it.  Fingers crossed here for the phyllo experience.  THEN I'm not finished yet because I also have to make a dessert for Christmas and I am thinking a pear tart, easy peasy because it's basically a clafoutis.  I might throw in some plumped raisins too, though I am getting far afield from authenticity.

I hit the studio yesterday for about 2 hours-  mostly I gave auditions to stuff for the round quilt.  I put out a call on Facebook for the name of the retirement community that Jerry Seinfeld's parents lived in but nobody answered.  Anybody?  The premise of this quilt is it's all dead ladies stuff.  They moved down to Florida with all their stuff, and then die.  Their kids arrive to clean out the condo but nobody wants any of it so it gets taken to the consignment stores.  And then ALONG COMES SANDY.  And my mission is simply to grab this stuff and do something to it so it again sees the light of day.  I've been doing this  since about 1990 and still get vibrations from the former owners (and makers) of all these doilies and amacascars and dresser scarves.  So, this attempt to give immortality to a doily is limited to just the round things I've found in Florida, symbolizing, well, ummm the circle of doily life I guess.  

Today was spent at the appliance store where I picked out a bunch of new stuff, a tier lower than the original picked that went right over my allowances.  So I'm still over BUT I added a washer and dryer to the lower priced stuff.  I started out with the big ticket item, my turquoise stove that I found out has a matching ventilation hood.  I nearly had an orgasm.  
Then I wanted to keep a really big refrigerator but wanted to see it again-  the side by sides were too narrow so I need a bottom freezer drawer which I really don't like.  When the salesman showed me the 48" HIGHEST line refrigerator, side by side but the refrigerator side is as big as my whole thing now.  No I don't need the $500 ice spitter in the door.  I'm economizing.  I peeled myself off of that one an went back to Level 2 but TY told the sales man that we'll take the big deal one, BUT he says I have to cook lots more.  oops.
From the front

And the second floor appears on the side!  This is so much fun, watching it grow!
This will be me next year.

Maybe I should paint the inside like this?    German artist Marcus Linnenbrink, now working in Brooklyn, focusses on color and light which hide the angles and edges of the room.  Very exciting installations, but I really will pass on a room of it. 

We Make Carpets, crafted of odd objects and carefully arranged to look like carpet patterns.

Sort of what I will look like after I make my pie tomorrow.  And sample it!


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