Over at The McPherson Sentinel, this week, I blogged about thrift stores and then I blogged again about taking your thrift store finds and making them, decidedly, your very own. Complete with these before and after shots.
Secondly, on my Bucket List post, Laurie asked me a few questions:
Do I have a good beer bread recipe? Absolutely I do. I'll give it to you.
3 c. all purpose flour
3 T. sugar (I never end up using that much sugar--maybe half?)
1 T. baking powder
1 t. salt
1 bottle of beer (I use whatever happens to be in the fridge but I will let you know that I'm not a huge fan of the way that stouts come across. I made it with Guinness once--big mistake.)
1/4 c melted butter
Mix up all of the dry ingredients.
Mix in the beer.
Pour into a prepped loaf pan.
Drizzle the melted butter across the top.
Bake at 350 for... I'm so bad at time. Bake it until it is done? Here's how my mom taught me to tell when a loaf of bread is finished. When it's all golden brown and when you thump the top of it, it sounds hollow. It's an art to master but so far it's never failed me.
What kind of "real bread" will I make as per my Dale List? I'm not sure. Honestly, I just always shy away from yeast breads and anything that requires kneading. The reason for that is twofold. A. I am afraid of yeast (and baking in general--though I am coming around) because it seems so sciency and there's so much I could screw up and it will all be a huge waste of time and money. B. I have super limited space in which to knead. But I will get over these issues and I will make a bread. Anything that requires paying close attention to the instructions. Mostly this is about facing fears.
Do I like to sew? Well, I have everything that it takes to sew. That is to say that I have fabric and a machine and thread and space. But as of yet, I haven't been able to put it all to good use. I like to make things. I like to make useful things. Sewing seems like a terribly useful skill. I would like to make that happen. But as of yet, I have not. When I was in home-ec, the sewing machine magically busted every time that I used it and my teacher focused on hand sewing for me. She gave up. But I want to learn! And I will. I have the internet and a machine from the 40's. What could go wrong? Also Determination is a friend of mine who shows up unexpectedly for the weekend sometimes, I'll try to get started when she's around.
And finally, I can't help but toss around in m mind--why is it so hard to be kind? Why is it so hard to do what's right? Why is it so easy to slip into gossip and whining and dissatisfaction and so hard to be good and happy and grateful? How as dissatisfaction become the default when we're surrounded by so many astounding things? Why is it that where two or more are gathered, shit talking generally ensues? I don't want to do that. I don't want dissatisfaction to be my default. I want kindness and gratitude to be my default. Now, if only I knew how.
What have you made for yourself, lately?
What silly thing are you afraid to do?
How do you stay so wonderful and positive all of the time?