Showing posts with label BC Powder. Show all posts
Showing posts with label BC Powder. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 11, 2015

A BLUE MOON IN MY EYES





Woke up this morning, a blue moon in my eyes:  headache – BC Powder – writing a blog post.  



Finally, shake the headache and get the munchies.  

I once knew a man in Newfoundland that wouldn't eat bought bread; he called it baker’s fog.    I understand his prejudice: there is nothing like a slice of crisply toasted homemade bread slathered in butter.

My wife and I have been making bread in a bread maker since the mid 1980’s.   We still buy ‘baker’s fog’ on occasion; but our preference is for our own homemade bread.
 
Here is our favorite recipe:

One cup of milk – warm or room temperature
One half cup of water
Three cups of all-purpose flour
One cup of stone-ground wheat flour
One and a half teaspoons of salt
Two teaspoons of sugar
Two tablespoons of butter
One teaspoon of yeast
Pretty simple…

For those that haven’t made bread in a bread machine:
After the mixing begins check the bread pan – if ingredients are not forming a ball add one table spoon of water.   Wait two minutes and check again: add another tablespoon of water if needed (careful - the tendency is to add too much water and the dough becomes sticky.)

So this morning it is a cup of strong sweet tea and homemade toast - well done (if it is brown it is cooking if it is black it is done)- slathered in I Can’t Believe It Is Not Butter. 



Have a Good Morning:

the Ol’Buzzard 

MIDNIGHT RIDER





Woke up this morning – three- o clock – the headache I had been dodging all day finally caught up with me.

 Take a BC powder and come back strong.

I am a winter person; I love the winter with snow storms, cold that nips at unexposed skin, winds that howl and white outs that obscure the landscape.   I am in my element on snow shoes, or even snow blowing my driveway and clearing my roof.   I love the warmth and glow of a woodstove.   The winter is invigorating, and reminds me like no other time that I are alive.
 
Having said that I am becoming melancholy for spring.   After weeks of temperatures in the single number and teens with nights dropping to zero or below, the last few days have been sunny with temps reaching forties – today fifty.   We still have three feet of snow cover and after living in Maine for many years I know this is just a tease; but I am ready for winter to be over.

Like the winter, I don’t mind the nights.   It is a quiet time – an alone time – a time when the world is asleep and you have it to yourself – a few lone people populating a sleeping world.
 
The headache is thankfully subsiding: or at least I have focused on something else. 

The Midnight Rider




The Ol’Buzzard