Celebrating the power of procrastination
Greetings, folks. I’ve been juggling too many blogs and so this one will be leaving soon.
By all means, join me at retirerenew.com and inventwithwords.com .
I’ll most likely revisit the ‘I should be writing…’ thread at my inventwithwords.com because I will continue my procrastinative [uh, yeah, that’s not a real word, but it works for me] ways, especially when I wander off to the kitchen.
Thanks for visiting!
Tim
No recipe here.
Just the patience to wait a whole day as the massive tomatoes sat unclaimed on the table in our staff room.
Those babies would not go to waste. I owed it to them. I pounced.
On most cool wet Friday afternoons, I’m more than willing to camp out in the living room with fresh Italian roast and a treat [most recently, thanks to my wife, Yotam Ottolenghi’s Semolina Lemon Syrup Cakes].
But these tomatoes called for quick action.
Standard ingredients in the salsa on the right…onion, garlic, chili powder, pepper, salt, cilantro, cider vinegar, sugar. I left out jalapenos.
The salsa on the left called for experimentation. I added sumac, a favored spice in Middle Eastern/Turkish dishes, for a lemony touch, a tablespoon of sweetened black vinegar to join the usual apple cider vinegar, and some smoked salt.
I can’t deliver a fair verdict on the flavors until I’ve let the ingredients meld, but once again, when the culinary gods call, my writing takes a back seat.
Continuing my flatbread kick…
My Yugoslavian friend mentioned this Serbian version called lepinja and I was intrigued.
The varied recipes online all called for three separate rises, so I did follow that instruction.
What didn’t I do? I probably didn’t flatten out the dough enough, but hey, the ingredients were mixed in the correct ratios, so I just adjusted the baking time. Result: a tender consistency. Is that the way it’s supposed to come out? I liked it too much to care.
I do agree with one baker’s suggestion to raise the oven temp as high as possible.
And I will now ask traditionalists to avert their eyes as I admit to kneading some of my homemade pesto into one of the loaves.
Here is the recipe I followed…
Enjoy!
Yes, that ‘M’ belongs there.
Depending on the web page you summon, it’s pronounced, _____
Algerian flatbread. Moroccan pancake. Take your pick.
Here is one way to pronounce msmmen.
Here’s the recipe from https://www.breadexperience.com/msemmen-algerian-flatbread-hbinfive/ .
I have to say–this is goooooood stuff.
My steps:
Finally thank you, Zoë François and Jeff Hertzberg for this winning recipe. I have two of their books. I recommend them both.
Not in order of completion…
Exploring another feature of the iPhone/iPad app Clips.
And a visit to nearby Avery Park for breakfast and cruising the rose garden…
And there’s the undying need to bake. This time: blueberry-cinnamon coffee cake
Photo to follow? We’ll see…
The end of a week.
As far as I’m concerned, I’m retired…for the weekend, at least.
And we aimed for Gathering Together Farm for dinner.
Meanwhile, on the topic of eating and writing, here is a Bon Appetit article, 9 Authors on What They Eat While They Write.
We liked the name ‘Milo’ from our previous searches, so ‘Haswell’ became ‘Milo’ today.
He had no problem taking the reins of jumping into the front seat. Uhhhh, no.
But he’s fitting in nicely. Lots of energy and seems happy with our backyard and likes to do errands.
An added bonus to assisting others…
I helped the owner of an over-the-fence rental locate her property’s water shut-off valve. Maybe this is a side hustle I need to explore.
Milo the One-Eyed Dog…an update. No sooner had the vet cleared him for adoption than he was snapped up by someone else. Hey, as long as he’s cared for in a loving home, that’s good with us.
We met Milo yesterday.
He’s a true survivor.
A sweetheart transfer [not an official term ;->] from Maui, within a week’s time, he had his eye removed [optic nerve had failed], he was neutered, and he withstood and actually just shrugged off an injury from a vicious attack from another dog at the facility.
He needs to be at the shelter for another post-surgical week, but how can a life like this not burrow its way into one’s heart?
Milo the One-Eyed Dog…
Seems like he needs a good family of dog lovers…dog-obsessors, even.
I have no idea where I could find anyone like that, assuming I avoid looking in the mirror.
Photos from Heartland Humane Society
