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dragonlady7I made it back to buffalo. hit hard rain around syracuse again, but this time no tornadoes.
(BIL, born in the Midwest, confirmed: don't shelter in your car under an overpass during a tornado. if you see it, get out of your car and go lie in a ditch. you can put the car under the overpass to shelter from hail, but you're not safe in there if there's a tornado. So, from a Midwesterner, get your ass in the ditch if you see that funnel.) (I did not see a funnel so I just kept driving and did not get soaked. I also did not ask: during a tornado that also is accompanying a violent thunderstorm with flash flooding, is it a good idea to get into a ditch? if the funnel doesn't suck you up you'll get drowned. it seems bad, to me.)
(possible conclusion: you were not meant to survive this storm. grim!)
(Immaterial: there was no thunderstorm, let alone tornado, this time. still.)
I did get pretty sleepy by rochester, but i survived. a lot of face-muscle exercises and sheer cussed stubbornness.
the benadryl last night, btw, did not make me fall asleep any faster, i don't think, and didn't make the hives go away, but it did leach a lot of the color out of them, i feel like.
and then i was super groggy this morning.
but i got the yurt packed up and organized, and got two baskets of eggs washed, and my car loaded. got home and dude had grocery shopped and was prepared for meals.
i threw the stew hen i'd brought home into the instant pot. i might throw that whole thing in the fridge and pick the carcass later, i'm so tired.
dude made treflai, which is worth a google-- it's a thing that only exists in a late 90s new york times recipe and my mother has been making it ever since then. it's bacon, eggs, and potatoes in a pie, with a little milk for liquid, spiced only with salt and pepper.
i decided to help, and hard-boiled the eggs and made the pie crust. problem is, he'd bookmarked his mom's pie crust recipe, which has EXTREMELY SPECIFIC instructions that are garbage. "Mix 20 times exactly with a fork," it says, verbatim, and if you do that, you have an un-incorporated mass of flour and milk and oil that when you turn it out to roll out the crust is just garbage. but it's so specific! so i followed the directions exactly and got garbage, instead of using my mother's pie crust recipe which has directions that say "mix until incorporated, do not overbeat" and so I know how to mix that until it's just about right, and I would never use a fucking fork to mix it that's stupid, God gave us rubber spatulas.
Anyway.
The pie crust came out terrible. This is further fuel to our longstanding fight, in this household, because he thinks my mother's pie crust is flavorless and i think his mother's pie crust is honestly meh, and as written, the directions are garbage. I'm not wrong, the directions are garbage. (His mother says "oh you mix it like twenty times," and his aunt says "twenty times is enough", and like, there are no articles in Latvian, neither definite nor indefinite, and so it's very likely, he says, that the directions are actually "mix twenty times with THE fork" and so the fork in question is THE fork, a really specific individual fork possibly with rubber tines or somesuch, which you'd have to be a member of the recipe-writer's household to know about.
This is very Old Country.
Anyway we got the pie in the oven and then ten minutes later Dude admitted he'd forgotten to add the milk, which is something because the pie only has four ingredients. I scalded some milk quickly and poured it through the fissures in the GARBAGE CRUST I had done such a bad job on, and it all came out fine.
I've showered myself and slathered my skin with various unguents. we'll hope the hives go down by tomorrow. they might not though. i'm super over it, I'll probably just die lumpy.
(BIL, born in the Midwest, confirmed: don't shelter in your car under an overpass during a tornado. if you see it, get out of your car and go lie in a ditch. you can put the car under the overpass to shelter from hail, but you're not safe in there if there's a tornado. So, from a Midwesterner, get your ass in the ditch if you see that funnel.) (I did not see a funnel so I just kept driving and did not get soaked. I also did not ask: during a tornado that also is accompanying a violent thunderstorm with flash flooding, is it a good idea to get into a ditch? if the funnel doesn't suck you up you'll get drowned. it seems bad, to me.)
(possible conclusion: you were not meant to survive this storm. grim!)
(Immaterial: there was no thunderstorm, let alone tornado, this time. still.)
I did get pretty sleepy by rochester, but i survived. a lot of face-muscle exercises and sheer cussed stubbornness.
the benadryl last night, btw, did not make me fall asleep any faster, i don't think, and didn't make the hives go away, but it did leach a lot of the color out of them, i feel like.
and then i was super groggy this morning.
but i got the yurt packed up and organized, and got two baskets of eggs washed, and my car loaded. got home and dude had grocery shopped and was prepared for meals.
i threw the stew hen i'd brought home into the instant pot. i might throw that whole thing in the fridge and pick the carcass later, i'm so tired.
dude made treflai, which is worth a google-- it's a thing that only exists in a late 90s new york times recipe and my mother has been making it ever since then. it's bacon, eggs, and potatoes in a pie, with a little milk for liquid, spiced only with salt and pepper.
i decided to help, and hard-boiled the eggs and made the pie crust. problem is, he'd bookmarked his mom's pie crust recipe, which has EXTREMELY SPECIFIC instructions that are garbage. "Mix 20 times exactly with a fork," it says, verbatim, and if you do that, you have an un-incorporated mass of flour and milk and oil that when you turn it out to roll out the crust is just garbage. but it's so specific! so i followed the directions exactly and got garbage, instead of using my mother's pie crust recipe which has directions that say "mix until incorporated, do not overbeat" and so I know how to mix that until it's just about right, and I would never use a fucking fork to mix it that's stupid, God gave us rubber spatulas.
Anyway.
The pie crust came out terrible. This is further fuel to our longstanding fight, in this household, because he thinks my mother's pie crust is flavorless and i think his mother's pie crust is honestly meh, and as written, the directions are garbage. I'm not wrong, the directions are garbage. (His mother says "oh you mix it like twenty times," and his aunt says "twenty times is enough", and like, there are no articles in Latvian, neither definite nor indefinite, and so it's very likely, he says, that the directions are actually "mix twenty times with THE fork" and so the fork in question is THE fork, a really specific individual fork possibly with rubber tines or somesuch, which you'd have to be a member of the recipe-writer's household to know about.
This is very Old Country.
Anyway we got the pie in the oven and then ten minutes later Dude admitted he'd forgotten to add the milk, which is something because the pie only has four ingredients. I scalded some milk quickly and poured it through the fissures in the GARBAGE CRUST I had done such a bad job on, and it all came out fine.
I've showered myself and slathered my skin with various unguents. we'll hope the hives go down by tomorrow. they might not though. i'm super over it, I'll probably just die lumpy.
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Date: 2019-06-03 01:56 am (UTC)everyone has The Perfect Method and any and all of them could possibly work if you've done that specific method. I've found them all difficult to follow and just use the food processor.