"Shelves in the closet. Happy thought indeed."

I’ve been spending my time basking in the glow of this beautiful Christmas gift:
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My dear husband has been most unselfish, letting me watch it every night for the last 3 nights. Tonight I think I will begin again. It’s so lovely to snuggle up in my jammies, with a big bowl of the treat du jour, while my husband builds things with Lego in the living room. It’s a very happy arrangement. Check out the CN Tower, which was built during the second DVD last night:
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Otherwise, life is back to almost-normal. That is, I’m back to work, and feel as if I am Marley’s ghost, and have just picked up my chains again. Very depressing. But I am determined to turn over a new leaf, as the saying goes, and have a great attitude, regardless of what’s happening at work. I just keep repeating my mantra: “I have a good job. I like my job. Lots of people would be happy to have this job.”

My eldest daughter (whose pen name in Bloggerland is “Georgia“) has her first real client for her home-based pet-care business. Only $2 per day for small animals, $3 for large animals. What a deal!
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Happiness and Cheer!

We had the most truly wonderful Christmas in recent memory. We were so grossly indulgent that I didn’t take any pictures at all, except this one, taken in the brutal aftermath of gift opening:


I received so many wonderful things that it would bore you to list them all, but I’ll show you the pics of my new Bible. Very exciting! A new Bible has been on my most-wanted list for several years, and I was so pleased to get a new one this year.

I got my old Bible in 1988, the year I was baptized. It’s actually a really good Bible, a leather-bound “Open Bible” with a great concordance and a Cyclopedic Index (very handy). Unfortunately I was so excited about my beautiful Bible that I underlined about 50% of the Psalms, and most of the Proverbs, with a great big gobby blotchy pen, and without a ruler. I also wrote gigantic, sprawling comments all up the margins, like “YOU ARE KNOWN BY YOUR FREINDS” (sic) and “THIS IS A PICTURE OF CHRIST AND HIS BRIDE (THE CHURCH) (US)” and so on. Sadly, I also underlined “Praise the Lord” every single time it occurs in the Psalms. (Think about that for a moment – that phrase is probably used a hundred times, and each one is underlined in huge, wobbly, gobby ink.)

And if that’s not bad enough, one year, while seized with the urge to eradicate all traces of former ridiculousness, I got out the Wite-Out, and tried to cover up the worst of the markings. Thus, half the book of Proverbs has no tails to the letters g, j, y, p and so on, nor the tops of j, l, b, d, etc.

Now, I should comment here that my mother, who is infinitely wise, said once that at times, life is so terrible that all you can do is read the bits where it says, “Praise the Lord,” and just repeat that over and over. So she said I shouldn’t feel too badly about my defaced Bible, but should remember that it was the Spirit who was speaking to me while I was underlining those bits.

So although my lovely brown Open Bible has been very precious to me, over the last few years I’ve started to think I should really upgrade. Not only is it difficult to read, but it’s pretty embarrassing when someone borrows my Bible and reads, in Revelation 6, “THIS IS THE BEGGINNING OF THE SEVENTYETH WEEK.”

The trouble is, a person’s Bible is really a map of where they’ve been. (**Surely that sentence deserves the “Cheesiest Blogging Phrase” award. Sorry.**) But really, it’s so wonderful to come across a little note you made a couple years ago, and remember an idea you had, which you’d since forgotten. Nowadays, I use a very discreet system of tiny dots and arrows and little circles. It’s a bit cryptic to the untrained eye, but I know what they mean. I also tend to switch pen colours every six months or so, so that I can see when it was that a certain passage meant something to me. So I love coming across a bit in the Bible that has little markings in several different colours — clearly, that passage has had different meanings at different times.

If you know what I mean.

So anyway, now I’m facing the mammoth task of transferring markings to my new Bible. As well, it’s really difficult to switch your everyday Bible, since I know where certain passages are on my old Bible. For example, I might not remember in what chapter Paul says “death reigned from Adam to Moses,” but I do remember that it’s in the bottom left-hand corner of the page. But now, I haven’t got a clue where things are in this new Bible. I’ll be a bit lost for a while, but I guess that’s excellent motivation to do lots of extra reading.

I hope you all had a lovely Christmas! Peace and goodwill towards men!

Christmas at the Blethering Place

… everyone laughed again; and then I went to bed. Looking through my bedroom window, out onto the moonlight and the unending smoke-coloured snow, I could see the lights in the windows of all the other houses on our hill and hear the music rising from them up the long, steadily falling night. I turned the gas down, I got into bed. I said some words to the close and holy darkness, and then I slept.

(Dylan Thomas, from “A Child’s Christmas in Wales”)

Holiday Trials II

“One of the advantages of being disorderly is that one is constantly making exciting discoveries.” (A. A. Milne)

Well, I’ve got the disorderly thing down pat… may the exciting discoveries begin!

It’s Stollen My Heart!

What a tacky title! But I couldn’t resist.

Spent yesterday making Stollen. For those of you without any German leanings, it’s a fruit bread, often with a marzipan centre. Word is, it’s supposed to resemble the baby Jesus, wrapped in fruit-studded bread swaddling clothes. That creeps me out, so I prefer not to go there.

While making my beautiful Stollen, I realized that many people probably don’t make it themselves. This made me feel sad and wistful, and I determined to do what I could to prevent this from occuring. So if you already know how to make Stollen, you can just stop reading here. But if you don’t, stay tuned — here’s:

Gwen’s Ultimate Illustrated Guide To Making Homemade Stollen

First, here’s the recipe as it’s written in my cookbook:
1 cup warm water
2 tsp sugar
2 Tbsp yeast
3/4 cup milk
2/3 cup butter
1/2 cup sugar
1 tsp salt
3 eggs
5 1/2 – 6 1/2 cups white flour
3/4 cup chopped almonds
3/4 cup candied fruit
1/3 cup raisins

Proof yeast. Meanwhile, combine milk and butter over low heat until warm and butter is melted. Stir in sugar and salt. Add liquids to proofed yeast; add eggs and 2 cups of the flour. Beat until smooth. Stir in the additional flour to make a soft dough. Turn onto lightfly floured boardl knead until smooth and elastic, about 8 – 10 minutes. Knead in almonds, fruit and raisins. Place in greased bowl; cover and let rise until doubled, about 1 1/2 hours.
Punch down dough, turn out onto floured board. Divide into 3 pieces. Roll each piece into a 12″ by 7″ oval. Fold in half lengthwise. Place on greased baking sheets, cover and let rise until doubled, about 45 minutes. Bake @ 350 for 20 – 25 minutes. Cool on racks; frost while warm.

STEP 1: Right. So first let’s proof the yeast. The whole point of this step is making sure the yeast is still active, and giving it a little jump start. I use Fleischmann’s Traditional Yeast, mainly because it’s what I’ve always used and it works well. If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it, right? You want the water to be nice and warm, but not too hot or it will kill the yeast. As well, you can stick in those 2 teaspoons of sugar to feed the yeast and keep it happy. Happy yeast is happy bread. So pour the water in your mixing bowl, stir in the sugar and yeast and leave it for about 10 minutes. When you see the yeast start puffing up and looking spongy, you know it’s alive! If it sits there and doesn’t do a thing, either your yeast is no good, or you have killed it with too-hot water.
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STEP 2: Okay, so while you’re letting the yeast proof, now’s a good time to get on the milk and butter mixture. I use water with powdered milk. Why? Because I’m a cheapskate. I also use margarine in most recipes, for the same reason. But there’s no excuse to actually spread margarine over the finished product; that must be butter. Anyway, stick the margarine in the butter and heat the whole shebang, either in the microwave or on the stovetop. It should be just warm, not scalding hot.
STEP 3: If your yeast is nice and bubbly, you can go ahead with step 3. Now, if you’re doing this by hand, you’ll want to be using a wooden spoon in a really big bread bowl. I just chuck everything into the Bosch bowl, personally. Mix in the rest of the sugar and the salt. Make sure your milk/butter mixture isn’t too hot; you could kill the yeast if it is. It should be nice and warm, but not hot enough to be steaming. Mix in the eggs and the first 2 cups of flour. You want it to be a nice, smooth texture, so mix that puppy up well. When it’s good and smooth, you can start adding the rest of the flour.
When you’re adding flour to bread dough, don’t get too excited about exact measurements. There are a lot of factors involved in making dough, from the elevation to the humidity to the room temperature. It does take a bit of practice to get it right, but just remember you can always add more flour if you need it. The dough will soften the more you knead it, so if it feels a bit too stiff at the beginning, no sweat!
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It’s time to knead your lovely dough! Remember to take off your rings first. Last summer I forgot to remove my wedding rings while making Pulla, and realized later that one of the diamonds had come out in the dough. So be warned!

Now, a word about hand kneading vs. machine kneading: For a while there, I was a purist who thought that bread should be kneaded by hand. That’s all well and good, I suppose, but then along came a couple children, and it didn’t seem so important any more. My parents gave us a wedding gift of a deadly Bosch universal mixer, which can practically mix, bake, slice and serve the bread itself, all while singing Broadway tunes and tap dancing. So why not use it?

However, if you haven’t got a super-strong mixer, you’re going to need to do it by hand. It’s not difficult at all — in fact, it’s absurdly simple. Just sprinkle some flour onto a big work surface (your table, countertop, etc). Turn out the dough and start to knead it with your (flour covered) hands. You’ll want to keep it all together in a ball – I mean, don’t start pulling it into bits or anything. Keep it together, girl! Yeast dough is very resiliant, unlike pastry, so you can proceed with confidence, with no fear of over manipulating the dough. Just go for it! Make an oval, fold one side up towards you, and then squish it all down with the heel of your hand. Here’s my kneading picture, although this one was taken after I’d added the fruit.
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So. Once the dough is well kneaded (give it about 10 minutes of good strong kneading) it should be elastic-like, and shouldn’t stick much at all to your hands. Once you’re at this point, you can add the fruits and nuts.
I saw online that some people soak the fruit and raisins in rum before kneading it in. Wish I’d thought of that! I tend to dice up some of those violently dyed red and green candied cherries, as I’m not fond of the pre-chopped “mixed fruit” you can get this time of year. I also chop up whole, unblanched almonds as opposed to using blanched slivered ones. It’s all about personal preference.
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Good. Knead in those fruits and nuts until they’re well incorporated into the dough.

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Step 4: Rising
This is the easy bit. The recipe books tell us that we should take the dough and shape it into a nice smooth ball. Place it in a big greased bowl (the one you made the dough in, probably), grease the top with a bit of butter, and cover it loosely with a clean tea towel. Personally, I can’t be bothered with all that greasing, so I just punch it down into the Bosch mixing bowl and drape a tea towel over the whole thing. Set the bowl in a warmish, draught-free place, and leave it until it’s doubled, probably about 1 1/2 hours.
Step 5: Shaping
So, now your dough is all risen and looking divine.
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Unfortunately, you’re going to punch the living daylights out of it, so that you can knead it a bit more and shape it into loaves. I have this thing for punching dough down; I love the flour that coats the back of my hands, and the sound of the air whooshing out of the dough. Very gratifying, indeed. Take a sharp knife and cut the dough into three equal parts. Form the 3 lumps into smooth balls, and let them rest about 5 minutes. Then, working on your floured work surface again, pat out one of the pieces into a flattish oval. The recipe says it should be a 12″ by 7″ oval, but I don’t think I’ve ever really gotten them that long. Mine are about 8″ by 6″ or so. Fold it over lengthwise, and turn the ends slightly to form a crescent. Repeat with the other two pieces.
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Step 6: the Second Rising and Baking
Lay the formed Stollen on a baking sheet. I like to use parchment paper, but that’s your call. Cover them again with the tea towel, and let them rise some more. You’re looking at about 45 minutes for the second rise, so you could turn on your oven to 350 after about half an hour to let it preheat. Once the Stollen have risen nicely (about doubled in size), it’s time to bake them! Bake for about 20 to 25 minutes, until they’re golden brown on the top. If you’re not sure if they’re baked through, turn the loaf over and knock on the bottom with your knuckles. If it sounds hollow, it’s done.
Take the Stollen off the baking sheet, and let them cool on a wire rack. It’s not in the recipe, but I do like to baste mine a bit with some butter, to soften the crust.
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Step 7: Frosting and Serving
Right on! You’re almost done! If you like, you can make up a little frosting to drizzle over the Stollen while they’re still warm. Mix a little butter, a good amount of icing sugar, and a few dribbles of milk. Mix into a nice smooth, fairly thin, frosting. Drizzle over the Stollen, ensuring some trickles down the sides for maximum aesthetic effect. Slice while warm, and gobble down as much as possible before anyone else realizes it’s ready to eat.
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It’s official… you have officially attained Yeast Bread Baking Goddess (or God) Status! Congratulations.

Comfort and Joy

We got this excellent package in the mail yesterday. Very exciting. Only four more days until a very merry ho ho ho!

Halcyon Day

Wow, yesterday I had an almost impossibly great day. To begin with, it was our ten year anniversary! I woke up with an enormous amount of energy (rare), and leapt into action, cleaning our bedroom (disaster zone) and moving around our furniture, as well as doing 7 loads of laundry.

Then at lunchtime, my husband came home and gave me a lovely bouquet, shown here:

After my husband went back to work, I was upstairs vacuuming when the doorbell rang. I opened it to see two delivery guys standing there with a dolly. They said, “We’ve got the piece here. Can we bring it in for you?”
I said, “Uh…. a piece? A piece of what?”
They said, “We’ve got a china cabinet here for you, ma’am. Would you like us to bring it in?”
So they set up a ramp, and within ten minutes, they were gone and this beauty was in my dining room:
Wow! I love it. (understatement)

THEN… Michelle and Roy took the kids for a sleepover, and the two of us went out for East Indian, where I had the most OUTRAGEOUS Rogan Josh you could dream of. I ordered it extra hot, and boy, was it fab. We also experienced the best Pakora outside India. Right on! Here’s some Rogan Josh to feast your eyes upon:

After dinner, we did a bit of Christmas shopping, then went to a movie. We hadn’t planned it, but “Deja Vu” was playing and it looked okay. Okay? I loved it!

And to finish off the great day, we went home for some lovely champagne and chocolates. Ding dong! Awesome day.

And THEN, as if that wasn’t enough, this morning I got an email from Cursed Manulife, saying that they have finally accepted my disability claim. (For when I was off work after the kidney donation.) They’re going to pay up, not just for a couple weeks, but for the entire time I was off this summer. Wow! Amazing.

Holiday trials

Can’t stop the pain in your GI tract?

Stop cooking with cheese!

New Template IV

I know… this is fast turning into an obsession. But I just really wanted a Christmas template, and it didn’t take that long at all. I’m starting to like this whole HTML thing!

Nine days to go!


I’m having such a great vacation you’d hardly believe it. We’ve been succumbing to clever marketing ploys, pouring our hard-earned money into big corporations (see above), working ourselves into a frenzy over Christmas preparations, and generally having a blast. We hosted a party last night, and I had so much fun that, at 2:30 a.m. when the last guest straggled out the door, I looked at my husband and said, “Let’s invite a bunch of people over tomorrow night!”

The only coal in my stocking, so to speak, are the numerous White Elephant Gift Exchanges in which we’ve had to participate. What started out as a clever re-gifting idea has turned into a holiday monster. In case you’re not familiar with the WEGE, I’ll fill you in:

Each invited guest needs to bring a white elephant from home — ie/ something that is too good to throw away, but that the person no longer wants. There are a variety of ways to play the game, but all involve “stealing” gifts from other guests and pawning your own junk off on someone else.

As I said, it was a clever idea at first. In past years, I’ve been tickled to get rid of those old Partylite candle holders (apple, nectarine, cantaloupe and pineapple shapes) and pleased to receive a new cheese plate. And it’s really quite a lot of fun, maybe once per year. But this year, we’ve had WAY too many WEGEs this year. And, folks, things have gotten out of hand. Have a look at what I’ve received this year:


Clearly things have gotten out of hand. We can perpetuate the agony no longer; therefore, I say, BAN THE WHITE ELEPHANT GIFT EXCHANGES! We must think of the world we are bequeathing to our children.

Had quite a lovely little party last night, though. I couldn’t resist a bit of culinary showing off, and presented my guests with this whimsical gentleman:
Unfortunately, he got sampled before I had a chance to get a photo. He still looks quite happy, though.
And here is some outrageously good Pulla, resting warmly on the counter before being sliced. Though I am not one to post recipes on blogs (as that’s what cooking sites are for), I am tempted to post this one in the near future.

Hail to the brave Finnish women who pioneered the art of Pulla baking. Now, if only I could figure out how to braid with four strands….

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