Friday, October 13, 2006
In the past few weeks, I've received not one, not two, but three excellent cookbooks (thanks Sarah, Ali, and the staff and the Wyoming library). It's always fun to pore over new recipes and see what's going to lure me into the kitchen.
Right now we're trying to use up most of the ingredients in our pantry so we'll have less to pack (though I've given some stuff to a local food pantry, and what's left will hopefully go to friends). Toward that end, I've been making lots of pancakes, including the yummy banana pecan pancakes in Sarah Kramer's La Dolce Vegan and the chocolate-chocolate chip pancakes from Vegan with a Vengeance. Brandon was especially pleased with the latter.
Here's an embarassing childhood mishap for your reading pleasure:
I spent the first few years of elementary school splitting my time between a normal classroom and a class for gifted and talented children. Our elementary school was relatively old, built in 1912, and some restrooms looked like they had near original fixtures. One afternoon I made a trip to the tiny bathroom located at the end of the coatroom outside of the gifted and talented class. The door had a sliding bolt for a lock, and as luck would have it, the bolt stuck and wouldn't release. Try as I might, I couldn't get the darn thing to budge. The noise attracted people, and a small crowd gathered on the other side of the door. My teacher managed to talk me out eventually. In my eight-year-old mind, however, the most frightening aspect of the entire experience was the prospect that I might have to live in that bathroom forever, while people slid flat foods like pancakes under the door. Um, no. They probably would have just taken the door off the hinges. Just goes to show that even supposedly precocious children occasionally have lapses in logic. To this day, I'm reminded of that incident whenever I can't get a door open.