Happy Bread

Success! I managed to bake a bread I like. It domed up in the oven, and held its cute, round shape. I think I made it on myself than I had to, but I can’t care. It not only tastes good, it looks good.

Snow patterns

Here around Boston, it’s perfectly normal for it not to go above freezing for a week in January. It’s not fun to go out, but it’s still pretty normal. When I venture out to feed the birds, it’s also pretty normal for me to linger, looking at the patterns in the snow.

Still looking ahead

Not much progress to report on the writing front. Two rejections came in this week. Both said something nice. Both said the story didn’t work for them. Sigh. All I can do is keep trying until I find the place where they do work.

A beauty only crust deep

So here’s my first challah of the year. It’s getting better. Hardly perfect, though.

More cooking, less blogging

I really didn’t want to do anything today.

Five, Five Orchid buds

Here’s something I can handle: growing an orchid. By which I mean, watching my orchid grow. The one bud is now five. They might even start opening soon. By which I mean, three weeks from now.

Unintentional flatbread

I was not trying to bake a ciabatta. Or naan. Or a flying saucer. But that’s what I got. Dang, that is one ugly loaf of bread.

Snope

The world is covered with soft white domes and framed with plowed-up edges on the streets. But am I enjoying the interesting shapes they form? Snope. I just want to go back inside and toast my feet.

Juncos hit the slopes

This latest storm lift drift and slopes all around the feeder. I half expected to see the birds skiing, but they’re traditionalists. If hopping about was good enough for the grand-birds, it’s good enough for them. And there’s at least four juncos are in the crowd. Fat ones too.

Looking forward

I don’t really do New Year’s resolutions. I’m always making plans for what I want to do and resolving to do better next week. But it’s a good time to consider my writing goals for the year. Which are: