Thursday, May 6, 2010

the dough

So I've been making this really awesome pizza dough. It's not my recipe. I've never made anything with yeast before in my life. Anyway, word on the street is that the longer you let this bad boy sit in your fridge, raw, the more amazing it tastes. So after I cut Bost's hair last night, I made some dough to have for dinner sometime this weekend.

at 11.37 pm.

Dierks was not too enthralled. He thought I should just go to bed.


I, on the other hand, was really excited to be planning so far ahead.

You see my ADD has been plaguing me since I was aproximately 8. Lots of tears thru the years. And I have NEVER planned ahead, unless of course, it was for my distant future. Like marrying Dierks and having lots of babies. But when it comes to planning ahead for the next 2 min - 120 hours, I never do it.


ANYWAY, I must have been getting pretty prideful in my pizza crust, which lead me to boldness in my water temperature choice. Pretty sure water temperature was the only varible in the recipe. (That, or not letting the yeast sit in the water for long enough) So now my pizza crust looks like this.

Flat Dough

Flat, crusty, and gross. It should be beautiful and bulging out the top of the bowl. I've done it before. It really does work.

Cause I killed all those poor little yeasts with my prideful, bold, scalding hot water temperature choice.

Now what am I going to have for dinner on Saturday? I think I used up all my planning ahead gumption.

Kingsley staus: Bedroom almost painted, flooring ready to put down, roof half sealed...

Out of apartment countdown: 19 Days.

Sunday, May 2, 2010

Well, here goes nothing

I'm starting this blog, weird. Not so much to share my thoughts with the world, but to get them out and I'm a much faster typer than I am writer. Plus, I can put pictures up here, and Lord knows, I don't ever take the time to print them out. Maybe one day I'll have a huge following. Just kidding, I won't. I only cook other people's recipes, buy other people's pictures and follow other people's orgainzing tips. Pretty sure that's all that one can blog about.

Right now we are in the process of fixing up a 1990 Kingsley '37 5th wheel. We, my husband, Dierks (that's what I call him :)), and I, will be living in it full time while we renovate our 1915 house.

1915 is one of many different years I've heard associated with the actual finished date of the house. But I like it. So that's the date I tell people. 1915.

But who knew that we'd have to put a month's worth of work into the Kingsley before we could live in it? Everyone? Everyone knew? okay fine, I suppose we knew that too, but wished and hoped it wasn't true.

Well I better get to packing up this tiny, awkward apartment, with terrible, terrible carpet. We already put in our 30 days notice....bittersweet. "Our First Place" We don't have many "first's" here, no we never made any babies here, but that's a good thing. I don't think they would have survived the carpet. But it is still the first time I've ever lived with a man (dad aside), and he's a hunky one at that.