I don't know how to live my life now that I know about Ample Hills Creamery's ice cream-churning bicycle
, which is available for parties. (Thanks for the tip-off
, Village Voice
; for the record, I am definitely an ice cream maximalist.)
Other food stuffs: As soon as I get my hands on some harissa, I am trying this good-looking skillet recipe
. Getting some harissa tomorrow might be an adventure for a bit, since it's the Brooklyn Half. I'm pleased not to be running -- the first time was amazing, but honestly the second year was... boring? A bit? Like, I'd done it already, let's try another route, at least.
Another food thing, this time an update on a bread recipe
-- I finally baked it today, after the dough lived in my fridge for most of this week. The flavor is definitely much better than the other types I've tried! This recipe makes only a small loaf, so I'd be interested in doubling the ingredients with some whole wheat or spelt (I went with all-purpose white flour for convenience, but my best results of had at least some bread flour in them). This recipe also came out the prettiest of all my attempts, even though the loaf was small: here's fresh out
, here's the interior
. I suspect I underbaked juuuuuust a little bit, but not enough to put me off. I just don't think six days is really worth it in terms of the bread-making experience, so I may have to actually give baking
a go. (Thing is, I'm pretty sure I enjoy making the bread more than eating it, in general! I mean, I like it -- but my uses for bread are pretty limited? But making it is SO SATISFYING. A bitter internal conflict I'll have to resolve.)
Who else is watching American Gods
around here? I don't have any specific thoughts up through 1.03, but I am overwhelmed by how pungently Gaiman-y it all is. Even the credits are so, so heavy on Dave McKean's influence, and I do think there's something very Neverwhere
-the-show about AG, despite its production value. I don't know, it's so strange to have spent your teenage and college years utterly worshiping and adoring an author and his work, and to feel so generally over his shtick when you're older, since he just seems not to have grown or changed his tune. Gaiman is so outrageously formative for me, and yet I keep making notes about things not to do in my own writing. This doesn't mean I'm not enjoying the hell out of AG (I can't wait for Mr. Nancy to come back, holy shit!), and I wonder what someone with no previous experience of the author and his work would feel about this series, but. Eh. Weird Friday night melancholy about reading authors for the first time and still being in love.