Wednesday, May 5, 2021

Dryer, lettuce, pasties and sadness

First I would like to ask those blogistas who pray and keep prayer lists please to add my Indian friends. 

I'm getting bad news from Mumbai. Local friends all have family there. One mother has died, a lady I met when she visited a couple of years ago, her husband and daughter now in the hospital. Another friend's sister and brother in law had covid and seem to be recovering, but it's a treacherous virus.  

It's intensely hard for them to be unable to go there to visit the sick, or for  ceremonies, if there even are individual cremations. So we can pray or send good vibes, whatever our own practice is. Please do.

On to trivia, the dryer is ordered, deposit made. The lettuce continues to sprout.

It's on the window ledge Artist Contractor Michael, hitherto referred to as ACM, made for me from a piece of raw pine he ripped to size and gave a soft low gloss finish. That's what I think would make a nice mantel at the condo. It goes very well with the white window frame, so the color might work with a white fireplace. We'll see what he has to say, and has available.

And thanks to Joanne, I'm deep into another book at the same time as the current ones. It's excellent, and I'll read more of her

It's the account of her marriage, when she lived in Zimbabwe, to an American, and the life she lived  between her Zimbabwean family and her American marriage in Wyoming, and its eventual breakdown.

I identify with some parts -- the Brits going to what was then Rhodesia, as my brother did, establishing a building business, white people marching in and assuming a lot, losing a lot with the growth of independence, eventually leaving in disarray before Zimbabwe was founded. Some similarities with her family except parts were there for generations 

Also her intense marriage between people who each needed to live alone under their own roof. I lived that and the happiest period was when we literally had our his and hers roofs. 

Anyway it's about her, not me, but really is gripping me as I explain.

Then the Return of the Pasty happened yesterday.

All Misfit items -- flour, baby bella mushrooms, yellow potatoes, white onions. I added in a bit of mushroom sauce I had in the freezer from when I made gnocchi.

I had roasted the potatoes the previous night, and had some with a cheese omelet. So, mushrooms sauteed in butter, onions caramelized in salt and oil, potatoes in waiting. All mixed and cut down a bit for the stuffing, bit of sauce added. The smell was great at this point. 

Here's the optical illusion. It changes from convex, as it is, to concave, very confusing. It's the dough cut into six fairly equal sections, one per pasty. Usual flour tortilla dough.  Last time I baked at 400° for 20 minutes. This time 375° for 30 minutes. No discernible difference! 

One turned over to show you the nicely browned underside.

I added seasalt to the outside, before baking, brushed with olive oil,  no salt in the dough. And found I ate both. Really good. The picture is blurred by rising steam.

Enough sauce for one more pasty. Then enough dough in the freezer for three more with different stuffing.

After which lunch I lay around like a python for a while. 


  1. "After which lunch I lay around like a python for a while" -- hahahahahaha! Love it!

  2. Please read "Don't Let's Go To The Dogs Tonight"!
    The situation in India is too much for me to even imagine. Your friends must be beside themselves with worry.

    1. They're such good people. It's hard to see them suffering.

      Title noted, thank you.

  3. Prayers for your friend and family. It is heartbreaking to see what's happening in India.

  4. Sounds like things are settling down with the dryer ordered. The pasties look delicious.

  5. I'm so sorry for your friends and their family. It's so hard to watch what's happening there on the news. Too bad those who are stupid enough to be out there demonstrating against the current restrictions wouldn't be forced to watch some of that horrible footage.

  6. I was going to hop over and suggest you start Fuller with Don't let's go to the dogs; it is her first book, and set the stage for me. But Leaving before the rains works well for you.
    Your mushrooms and onions make my heart pitty pat. That's how they would look on my stove.
    I hope we all wish India well; how terrible.

    1. I've read Leaving before the rains now. Thrilling read. And I so get her marriage. That was the only one i could get that I can read. The others are ebooks that wont transfer to Kindle. I can't read ebooks otherwise without migraine. I have requested Dogs in print form. Thank you!

  7. I've been thinking about your neighbors from India. Very glad they returned from their trip when they did, but how hard to see the Covid-in-India disaster unfolding.

    And on a brighter note - thank you fore the book suggestion. I just finished two excellent ones: "The Murmur of Bees" by Sofia Segovia, and "West With Giraffes" by Lynda Rutledge. Can't remember who recommended them - was it you?

    Isn't it weird how we can exist on several planes simultaneously: India grief, book adventures, culinary adventures and coats of many colors?! All so real.

    Chris from Boise

    1. I didnt recommend them but Ive made a note, thank you. And yes, life has many moving parts.


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