The Definition of Disheartening: When your writing is apparently so formulaic and unimaginative that your blog host’s automatic spam-detector decides your blog is merely computer-generated spam and makes you enter a garbled word every time you publish something as proof that it has actually been written by a human.
Postscript -- From the Blogger.com management on 5/12:
"Hello,
Your blog has been reviewed, verified, and cleared for regular use so that it will no longer appear as potential spam. If you sign out of Blogger and sign back in again, you should be able to post as normal. Thanks for your patience, and we apologize for any inconvenience this has caused.
Sincerely,
The Blogger Team"
Inconvenience?!? What about the damage to my frail ego?
11 May 2006
Bitch
I have a friend who says that it has not been a good week for him until at least one person has called him a “cocksucker”. Well, I don’t think I can go out for a good evening of dancing without having at least one guy think of me as a bitch.
For some reason, ballroom dancing places (“place” is not the best word, but “club” is far too hip to apply, “dancehall” is just too country and “venue” sounds like we are going to Disneyland) have their own strange set of social norms. The biggest one is that it is rude to turn down a dance when asked. I guess this little piece of etiquette is a holdover from the era of Jane Austen, although RWT wonders if it is really a modern “rule” made up by desperate, nerdy, ballroom-dancing guys.
Whatever the origin, if anyone asks you to dance and you are not already on your way to dance with someone else, you are supposed to accept (hmm, a fresh compound fracture or death may also be acceptable reasons to decline a dance, but only in some situations). Well, not me.
I took up ballroom dancing at RWT’s urging as something for us to do together while living around here (good hiking/rock scrambling is just to far away and limited by weather in this area and dancing is slightly safer). In my mind, the main purpose of ballroom dancing is to spend time with my husband. Not dancing with random guys that I don’t know -- I had enough of that to last me a lifetime way back when I was in college. So when we go out dancing, I dance with my husband and no one else.
Most of you know how I hate confrontation, but being bugged for dances by strange men who will not take "no" for an answer instantly throws me into some sort of time warp back to the 80’s when I spent far too much of my free time in meat-market clubs. My polite, appropriate, good-little-military-wife behavior is suddenly replaced by that cold, hard bitch of yesteryear (but without the desire to wear lace anklets with my high heels).
For example, an exchange that happened last Saturday while out dancing:
Guy (who I think is one of the dance instructors at the dance place and appeared to be a very nice man): “Would you like to dance?”
Me (smiling nicely): “No thank you”
Guy: “Ah, come on. You can merengue, it is easy.”
Me (still smiling, but said in tone with more icicles dangling from it than were probably necessary): “I do know how to merengue, but no thank you”.
Guy (thinking to himself as he walks away): Bitch.
Oh well, it was a nice night of dancing with my husband.
For some reason, ballroom dancing places (“place” is not the best word, but “club” is far too hip to apply, “dancehall” is just too country and “venue” sounds like we are going to Disneyland) have their own strange set of social norms. The biggest one is that it is rude to turn down a dance when asked. I guess this little piece of etiquette is a holdover from the era of Jane Austen, although RWT wonders if it is really a modern “rule” made up by desperate, nerdy, ballroom-dancing guys.
Whatever the origin, if anyone asks you to dance and you are not already on your way to dance with someone else, you are supposed to accept (hmm, a fresh compound fracture or death may also be acceptable reasons to decline a dance, but only in some situations). Well, not me.
I took up ballroom dancing at RWT’s urging as something for us to do together while living around here (good hiking/rock scrambling is just to far away and limited by weather in this area and dancing is slightly safer). In my mind, the main purpose of ballroom dancing is to spend time with my husband. Not dancing with random guys that I don’t know -- I had enough of that to last me a lifetime way back when I was in college. So when we go out dancing, I dance with my husband and no one else.
Most of you know how I hate confrontation, but being bugged for dances by strange men who will not take "no" for an answer instantly throws me into some sort of time warp back to the 80’s when I spent far too much of my free time in meat-market clubs. My polite, appropriate, good-little-military-wife behavior is suddenly replaced by that cold, hard bitch of yesteryear (but without the desire to wear lace anklets with my high heels).
For example, an exchange that happened last Saturday while out dancing:
Guy (who I think is one of the dance instructors at the dance place and appeared to be a very nice man): “Would you like to dance?”
Me (smiling nicely): “No thank you”
Guy: “Ah, come on. You can merengue, it is easy.”
Me (still smiling, but said in tone with more icicles dangling from it than were probably necessary): “I do know how to merengue, but no thank you”.
Guy (thinking to himself as he walks away): Bitch.
Oh well, it was a nice night of dancing with my husband.
07 May 2006
Cookie Collection Recipe 7
Okay, I won't lie to you, these cookies are really a bit pissy to make. Are they worth the effort? Yes -- especially if you are feeding them to those who like the flavor combination of chocolate and nuts. These cookies are also deceptively impressive. At first glance, they appear to be a plain chocolate sugar cookie, but break one in half and there is a layer of smooth, nutty filling inside. If you decide to take on this challenge, be sure to allow yourself plenty of time for forming the cookies since working with the dough and filling is definitely a fussy endeavor.
I've only found the patience to make these cookies once and that was for our last holiday cookie-fest. I used macadamia butter in the cookie dough and cashew butter in the filling (hmm, or was it the other way around?). The two things I would do differently the next time I make these cookies would be to make smaller cookies (halving the size of both the balls of dough and filling) and to chill the dough and filling before forming the cookies.
This recipe is based on one from "King Arthur Flour Cookie Companion" -- a very well-written book that is a fantastic resource for American cookies.
Surprise Cookies
Makes twenty-six 3"-wide cookies
Makes twenty-six 3"-wide cookies
Dough:
1½ cups (6¼ ounces) all-purpose flour
½ cup (1½ ounces) unsweetened natural cocoa powder
½ teaspoon baking soda
¼ teaspoon salt
½ cup (3½ ounces) granulated sugar (and extra for dipping)
½ cup (4 ounces) brown sugar
½ cup (1 stick, 4 ounces) unsalted butter
¼ cup (2 and 3/8 ounces) smooth nut butter (peanut, almond, cashew, macadamia, etc.)
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
1 large egg
Filling:
¾ cup (7 and 1/8 ounces) smooth nut butter (peanut, almond, cashew, macadamia, etc.)
¾ cup (3 ounces) confectioners’ sugar
Preheat the oven to 375 F. Line with parchment paper or lightly grease two half sheet pans or cookie sheets.
For the dough: Whisk together the flour, cocoa, baking soda and salt in a bowl. With a mixer, beat together the sugars, butter and the nut butter until light and fluffy. Add the vanilla and the egg, beating to combine, then stir in the dry ingredients, blending well.
For the filling: Stir together the nut butter and confectioners’ sugar until smooth. With floured hands, roll the filling into 26 one-inch balls.
To shape the cookies: Break off a ~1 tablespoon portion of the dough, make an indentation in the center with your finger, and press one of the balls of filling into the indentation. Bring the dough up and over the filling, pressing it closed; roll the cookie in the palms of your hand to smooth it out. Repeat with the remaining dough and filling.
Dip the top of each cookie in granulated sugar and place on the prepared sheet pans ~two inches apart. Grease the bottom of a drinking glass and use it to flatten each cookie to ~½-inch thick. Bake the cookies for 7 to 9 minutes, until they are set. Remove the cookies from the oven and cool on a rack.
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