phase shifted

yes, and by much... much.
shad aboush em. shad.

Aha! A new mystery.

Funny how everything happens in some time and place. All one has to do is be alert to capture the moment.
I had always wondered about the origin of the word potluck and no it's not pot + luck... and voila A.W.A.D sends me the answer and here I am sharing it with you.

Potlatch
PRONUNCIATION: (POT-lach)
MEANING: noun:
1. A party or get-together.
2. A ceremonial festival among American Indians of the Pacific Northwest involving feasts, lavish gift giving, dances, etc.
ETYMOLOGY: From Chinook Jargon, from Nootka patshatl (to give, gift). 


Ah yes... the point of this post was not the word though... I baked some bread and it turned out to be a beautiful loaf.

Here's the recipe:

Step 1:

1 cup King Arthur’s white whole wheat flour

2 tablespoons dry yeast
2 tablespoon cane sugar
2/3 to 1 cup warm water
Mix and let ferment for about 30-45 minutes or until bubbles fill the mix.
Step2:
Add to the mix from Step 1
2 cups King Arthur’s white whole wheat flour
1/3 cup olive oil
2 tablespoons rice vinegar (or regular vinegar)
8 oz. warm water (about 2 cups)
Mix and knead.
Add more flour or water until the desired dough consistency is reached.

Knead for an additional 10-15 mninutes. Let the dough rest for 1 hour. Then punch and remove all bubbles. Roll into a tight rectangle and place in an oiled then floured bread pan. Let it rise until the dough is above the pan by 1 or 2 inches.
Bake at 375 F for 15 minutes. Decrease the temperature to 350 F and bake for 20 minutes.
Or bake for 15 minutes at 350 then loosely cover with aluminum foil and bake for another 20-25 minutes.
You’ll know the bread is done when you tap the bottom of the pan and it gives off the sound of an empty container otherwise cook a bit more.
Let the bread cool and bon appétit.

I finally unfollowed myself!
YES!
!!

Orange Lemon Sorbet

My mind is frantic. I got news that I might go back to Oak Rige for experiments. I have other plans. Why oh why?! I am excited but I am worried. When will I leave this town?
To get my mind off, I got in touch with a good friend and exchanged a few recipes. Here's what I am trying tonight.

Orange Lemon Sorbet.

2 squeezed organic oranges
1 squeezed lemon and the zest.
3/4 cup sugar
1 cup water
1 teaspoon agar agar
 1/4 cup Southern Comfort, SoCo, or vodka

Mix the water and sugar and bring to a boil. Add the lemon and orange juices and heat until boiling. Turn the heat off and add the zest, SoCo, and agar agar. Strain and let cool to room temperature then add to a bowl and cool in the freezer while whisking with a fork every 30 minutes until frozen .

Let's see what will happen... I will update once I test and taste.

Peace.
Yes, cooking brings peace.


Update 1
After waiting and waiting, turns out that the first ice starts forming after an hour and some. So, did some search on the net and found a site that mentions to whisk the mix after an hour and a half then every hour over four hours to create the fluffy and smooth sorbet texture... (that's if you don't have an ice cream maker...) now i'm too sleepy to stay up and do this... *sigh*
More to come.

Update 2
so waited for 3.5 hours and stirred the mix 4 times. will leave it overnight or whatever is left of the night and check on it in the morning maybe mix/whisk one more time and place back in the freezer. tasted good a bit sour a bit tangy a bit sweet and a bit creamy/oily. let's see how it's going to be when it's frozen.
cheers for now! good night!

Update 3
Whisked it one more time, today morning, and let it freeze for a couple of hours. I think this last was unnecessary but oh well we all learn with experience!
But it is..... heavenly!
Here's a scoop

i wonder what will happen

i was gazing out the window and all of a sudden it caught my eye... so got the cam and clicked a few. here's one.

it's supposed to bring luck, correct?

previewing

     the possibilities of a life.
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so confused. i am sure the list is longer but i am sleepy.

that gut feeling

... waiting for the pieces of the puzzle to fall in place ...
the words will be and more to come
let me chaotically leave some prints


the feeling at in and creeping up the gut
as I attempt to write.
but. deep breath. in vain
as they spatter... on the
unsymmetrically printed window
in planes, cut and stabbed by axes.
bleeding of uncertainty
and... in time and in space
relying on a feeling
at in and creeping up the gut
of fear and insecurity
of expectations and needs.
the words of a woman.