my oven's bounty...

oh delicious bounty sprung from my hands and oven. why haven't i done this before? well, i did once, but that was when i was like 22. the mister and i were in heaven when i pulled this beautiful honey wheat baby out of the oven. no breadmaker involved, just me and my own two hands. the next loaf i want to be heartier with added flax and oats or something like that. toasted with peanut butter and honey it's a perfect match for the monsoon raging outside my window.

Honey Wheat Bread
(Adapted from All Recipes)

Makes 1 loaf

1 cup warm water (110 degrees Farenheit/45 degrees Celsius)
1 cup whole wheat flour
1 1/2 teaspoons active dry yeast
1/2 teaspoon salt
3 tablespoons honey
3 tablespoons vegetable oil
2 1/2 cups all-purpose flour

Dissolve yeast in warm water. Add honey, and stir well. Mix in whole wheat flour, salt, and vegetable oil. Work all-purpose flour in gradually. Turn dough out onto a lightly floured surface, and knead for at least 10 to 15 minutes (I used a stand mixer fitted with the dough hook). When dough is smooth and elastic, place it in a well oiled bowl. Turn it several times in the bowl to coat the surface of the dough, and cover with a damp cloth. Let rise in a warm place until doubled in bulk, about 45 minutes.

Punch down the dough. Shape into a loaf, and place into a well greased 9 x 5 inch loaf pan (or bake on a pizza stone the way i did). Allow to rise until dough is 1 to 1 1/2 inches above pans.

Bake at 375 degrees F (190 degrees C) for 25 to 30 minutes.

on pins and needles...

image from here
for a few months now i have had some serious issues with my right arm. this is my do everything arm. the arm that i make my living with. i've tried the other one, but it flops around semi helpfully and really i can only type a few keys and carry a dog leash with my south paw. this problem aka carpal tunnel bka i can't cut anything heavier than hair or china silk syndrome has waxed and waned for a few months depending on what i had been doing at work. somewhere down that road, the pain crept up and over into my left shoulder blade. this sucked. like really. no amount of yoga and stretching could work it out. and then i knew what i had to do. i turned to the mysterious art of acupuncture with an open yet healthily skeptical mind. the appointment was made and it came just in time, because that morning at work i started having crazy shoulder spasms while typing an email. i limped(bring on the melodrama) over to someone who i like to call my pusher man and begged a muscle relaxer. he dug around in his man purse and handed me a little something-something. oddly he popped into my work room about half an hour later just to make sure that i wasn't seeing paisleys or unicorns(what the hell else was in his pharmacopia i wondered).
wow, this story is long. but yesterday felt long. i was counting the minutes until my acupuncture appointment because even the muscle relaxer barely took the edge off my shoulder pain.
i would also like to offer a disclaimer here stating that i generally do not condone slipping into the valley of the dolls to take care of pain(real or imagined). i know i mentioned vicodin in an earlier post, but just try having a root canal with a hidden root. the recovery period is akin to having your head used as a jackhammer. but i digress.
i am sold on this acupunture thing. it is not as relaxing as a massage, but there is peacefulness that i felt while having little pokey things inserted up both arms and then in multiple areas of my shoulder blade. there was no pain. if i felt anything at all it was more like being poked with a pencil in two areas only. the other areas i could barely tell. i lay facedown on the table for about twenty minutes with the needles in place and a heat lamp warming my back. there were jungley-new age tunes(gorillas in the dawn of a new age mist???). i spaced out a little and felt some tingling and then before i knew it it was over. you don't feel the needles coming out.
i got dressed and wait a minute, where did my shoulder pain go? a light ache was still there but the intensity was ebbing. i have some chinese herbs(that kinda look like little blueberry candies or rabbit poop) to take to help with my circulation and i go back on monday for more.
we will also be working on clearing my allergies and revving my lady parts back up for pregnancy.
i can't wait.
unrelated: the mister and i are foraying into the world of home made hearty bread making this weekend. yum.

be still my cut paper heart...

70's stashes and a happy new year...

we get pretty wild here at the ol' hacienda. this meant that the mister and i had home made pizza(i made, he ate) and watched this kinda "meh" yet entertaining show called "swingtown" that we got on netflix. i also imbibed in some two buck chuck(that's a cheap brand of wine from trader joe's just in case you are reading this mom) and the last vicodin left over from my root canal 10 months ago. in my defense, i was having some serious achy muscle issues since i just rekindled my love affair with the gym and man, c'mon it was new years eve. back to "swingtown," the first best part is the clothes. i love me some 7o's high fashion. the second best part is the soundtrack( although a bit over utilized, we really don't need a song for almost every scene, i get it, it's the 70's). then there was this song that took me back to being a kid and visiting my dad and stepmom in Cardiff by the sea. my dad had long hair and surfed almost daily and my stepmom was a hostess at a fancy pizza joint. we would walk down to the beach crossing the train tracks and i can still feel that sea grass beach bag scratching my legs something awful. so listen and groove and check out that sweet stash...

oh and back to the new years...the mister was signed up for a poker tourney so we stopped watching before midnight and i started working on a new boat, this one with a wire frame and before ya know it, i was getting a midnight kiss. and then i fell asleep...
i don't make resolutions though i think about what i would resolve if i did make them, but mostly i just decide to do stuff. maybe i'll make a list...i'll ponder that.
after a bit of thought, i changed the post name (from something else that utilized an oft used sometimes derogatory term that is used to define female dogs and made me seem cool and kinda urban) to make it more friendly...a new year's "thought" is to mind my potty mouth.