The AH Coffee Shop and Reading Room 09

I haven't had cornbread in a lot of years. My father was a skilled hobbyist baker (usually won blue ribbons at our county fair), and he fixed both the sweetened and unsweetened styles. I preferred his sweetened cornbread because it was more moist and held together better. The unsweetened tended to fall apart when attempting to butter it, still warm out of the oven.

Cornbread was the default whenever he fixed chili for dinner.
 
Well, my editor/publishers and my roles are now reversed. I'm going through a horror novel (about 88,000 words worth) and doing a little creative edit suggestions for him. While it doesn't scare the bejuzzes out of me, it would some folks. It's filled with things that go bump in the night, vampires, werewolves, ghosts, demons, and such. Complicated plot, twists here and there, and the first of three (or more) novels in the series. It feels odd, looking at his work.
 
Well, my editor/publishers and my roles are now reversed. I'm going through a horror novel (about 88,000 words worth) and doing a little creative edit suggestions for him. While it doesn't scare the bejuzzes out of me, it would some folks. It's filled with things that go bump in the night, vampires, werewolves, ghosts, demons, and such. Complicated plot, twists here and there, and the first of three (or more) novels in the series. It feels odd, looking at his work.
I'm kind of doing the same thing - but it's for my book, not his. (I don't know if he's posted one this decade yet) While I have my publisher scratching his head over how to add an appendix to the back of my book, I was doing the ePub formatting for him. I went full romantasy with this one, I even included a map of the world I created.
 
@Duleigh, This story features romance, with three different sets of lovers, and one man cheating on his wife with someone twenty years his junior, which I suppose is also a form of romance. The strangest romance is between a ghost who's been dead for 200 years, and a husband who's been a vampire for the same amount of time. Catch is, he'd been off wandering the world for those 200 years, not realizing she was a ghost.

I'm kind of doing the same thing - but it's for my book, not his. (I don't know if he's posted one this decade yet) While I have my publisher scratching his head over how to add an appendix to the back of my book, I was doing the ePub formatting for him. I went full romantasy with this one, I even included a map of the world I created.
 
No, sorry, wrong on that. But maybe I haven't gotten that far yet. But I'm betting she says, "I thought you'd kill the witch and come right back for snuggies."
Let me guess, her first words to him were, "WHERE WERE YOU? DID YOU AT LEAST PICK UP THE ICE CREAM I ASKED FOR 200 YEARS AGO?"
 
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This afternoon, I took a one-mile walk around the neighborhood and canned seven pints of pickled jalapenos. That's the most the waterbath canner holds. Between what's on the plants and ready to pick now and what's left in the fridge, i have enough to can at least three more pints, and the bushes will keep bearing for a while longer.

Got a few words written, but I didn't get a nap. My wife should be back from Nashville this evening after dinner.
 
Roommate wanted a cake just like her mom used to make her for her birthday cake, and insisted that you just mix a bag of mini mallows into it. I tried explaining that they'll just disappear into the batter, but she was convinced that it'd give a ooey gooey marshmallowy clumps in the cake. So we made the cake exactly as she said we should... And it was delicious, but she's slightly disappointed as all the marshmallows that didn't float to the top disappeared into the batter... Maybe we'll try it again for Thanksgiving, only this time with freezing the mallows.
 
Does anyone else habitually (compulsively) count things?

An apartment in the French Quarter of New Orleans had 66 steps to the front door, and my wife's flat in Copenhagen had 88. Both had no elevators. I counted 204 telephone poles between Baker and Shoshone before I got confused and stopped.

A couple of weeks ago, I discovered that it takes approximately four turns of the crank on my manual coffee grinder to process 1 gram of coffee beans. I had tried to count for the year and a half I've had the gizmo, but would constantly get lost after 80 or 90 turns. Then I remembered back to my four years in marching band in high school and counted 1, 2, 3, 4 - 2, 2, 3, 4, and easily got to 19, which is how many grams of beans I use.

I now blame the marching band for this lifelong habit.
 
Mm, cornbread. I may make some today. I do it in a loaf pan. I've also been craving meatloaf for a while. They've started selling mince (ground beef) here in ugly vacuum packs, so it kinda looks like meatloaf already.

I may look British most of the time, but talk about cooking certain foods and suddenly my Americanness comes to the fore. I was pretty much raised by Betty Crocker and my Midwestern grandma/aunt.

I count things a fair bit. The only meditations that work for me are counting breaths - in, 2, 3, 4, 5, then 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7. in.... 2,2,3,4,5,6,7. The numbers vary depending on how well my chest works, but the important part is only counting the out-breath.
 
Then I remembered back to my four years in marching band in high school and counted 1, 2, 3, 4 - 2, 2, 3, 4, and easily got to 19

Oh, you'd love counting measures in the opera I performed in last month. 1, 2, 3, 4; 2, 2, 3, 4; ... 232, 2, 3, 4; 233, 2, 3, 4; ... Clarinets had it worse. Adding insult, the (inexperienced) conductor didn't cue us, and he had all the music in front of him.

There is something else I do where I count out of habit and it's totally unnecessary. Can't think of what it is offhand.
 
@sirhugs - 'TheRedLantern' to Place in the third race at Santa Anita Park today.

There are some clouds today but the sun is breaking through. It's going to be another hot and dry day. We are supposed to have chances for rain all next week. I hope we get some.

There's a fresh pit of coffee brewing and the teapot is hot. There are donuts and cookies on the counter.

I'll be over in the corner working on my story. I got a few more words written and hope to wind the story up by the end of the month. If not, I'll probably still take a break to work on another story nibbling at my brain ...
 
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