1-866-786-5972. Texas snitchline, I mean tipline. Just sayin'. I'm supplying you with sand here. Especially if you're in Texas.
I made it to the pond Friday, hot but manageable and not too wet underfoot. Frogs basking on the banks screamed and flew through the air into the water. Some already in the shallows with heads out, just watched me quietly.
The Friday duffers were out on the golf course. I'd already found and shied back a golf ball far out of bounds. Good thing there's a belt of trees outside the boundary. I hear shots rattling off them before they land near me. There's a great Wooster and Jeeves scene like that, ball ricocheting wildly and Bertie ducking.
And the cooking requirements of the day, spinach quiche and plum torte, both need the same oven temperature I find. So why not do both at once. In my two Corningware pie dishes.
They'll both work to avoid cooking for several days.
The quiche is crustless, as I like it, so it needs a lot of eggs, five, to hold it together.
The torte, look up Marian Burros if you want to bake it, really needs 12 small prune plums halved. We rarely see them, so I use whatever plums I can find in August, plum time. These are larger, so I cut them in quarters and all the plum quarters that fit got in there.
Sprinkled with lemon juice, sugar and cinnamon, seen here, as the quiche comes out, the torte goes in.
Not a bad day in the kitchen. Or in defence of democracy in Alaska. Some of the signs they carried were great.
Happy day everyone, keep finding and applying sand. We can do this. Next, since creating is resisting, I need to choose and frame the artwork for the fall group show. We can do this, sez Ted and Big Ursy
