1. wash plums then rough chop into large bits. shake some cinammon and lots of white sugar on top. add a healthy dose of vanilla extract. stir and let sit for a bit until juices start to flow. (resist the urge to snack on these. they're scrumptious with ice cream or yogurt) 2. butter a not-too-deep-casserole dish, then sprinkle white sugar over the dish (more sugar! don't be stingy)
3. toss the plums in and arrange them so that they are not touching
4. in a small bowl mix 1/3 cup rice flour, 2 tbsp tapioca starch, 1/2 tsp xanthan, and a pinch of salt
5. in a small sauce pan heat 1 cup milk and 1 tbsp butter until it gets a little bubbly, but just a little
6. in another bowl (yes, i know.. so many dishes) beat 2 eggs and 1/3 cup sugar until light and fluffy. Blend in milk and add a touch more vanilla. add in flours
7. pour over plums in dish
8. bake in a 400F preheated oven until puffy and golden. The recipe that I used suggested 30-35 mins, but mine seemed to be ready in less than 30 and was not so golden, it was more of a maize or pancake colour.
if your not a plum fan, though this recipe might convince you otherwise, consider using cherries, apples, pears, or figs.
From Brian Massumi, Parables for the Virtual
p. 50
"The objectness of the object is attenuated as the subject, seeing itself as others see it, comes to occupy the object's place as well as its own."
finally, we have a man who loves the machine in a way that it tasteful, not bland and does not delude itself with a Deluezian pscyhoanalysis so rich that it sticks out like a sore prosthetic thumb. Planes of sensation and the inability to capture affection, not the limitations of the cock and shape shifting of hormones, are the lines of thought. Rethinking and retooling our approach to old questions and way of doing, finding the boundaries of our old enemies (capitalism) and the limits of biopower (legislation) and punishment (confession, asylum), Massumi traces the gaps in a thick example laden examination.
Cream together margarine and sugar, then add oil. Slowly stir in vanilla and milk until well blended. In a separate bowl, mix together dry ingredients. Stir into the wet ingredients and mix. When half mixed, pour in the chocolate chips and blend until ingredients are just mixed. Drop by generous spoonful onto greased cookie sheet. Bake at 350°F for 10-15 minutes. Makes two dozen cookies.
I've marked 104 first year exam sections today... horribly exhausted.
| 1 | cup butter |
| 1 | cup brown sugar |
| 1 | large egg |
| 1/2 | teaspoon salt |
| 1 | cup dark molasses |
| 1 | cup buttermilk |
| 2 | cups chestnut flour |
| 1/2 | cup arrowroot |
| 1 | cup brown rice flour |
| 1 1/2 | cups sorghum flour |
| 3 | teaspoons baking soda |
| 2 | teaspoons cinnamon |
| 2 | teaspoons ginger |
| 1/2 | teaspoon cloves |
| 1/2 | teaspoon allspice |
| 1/2 | teaspoon nutmeg |
- Cream butter with brown sugar until smooth.
- Stir in egg and salt.
- Add molasses and buttermilk, stir.
- Sift together flours, baking soda, and spices. I strongly recommend sifting because chestnut flour can be a little lumpy. Note: the ratios of the four flours I used can be adjusted to your taste. Brown rice and sorghum flours are whole-grainy and do make the cookies a little less soft, while chestnut flour has a strong taste of its own. Play with the ratios to change the texture.
- Add about 3 cups of the flour mixture to the wet ingredients and mix in (you can use an electric mixer) until smooth.
- Add the remaining flour, the dough should be stiff enough that you'll probably have to stir this in by hand.
- Cover and refrigerate overnight.
- Roll dough out on a floured board to about 1/4" thickness.
- Cut circles or shapes. This dough makes good gingerbread men.
- Bake 15 minutes at 375.
- Cool. Frost with a soft cream cheese frosting if desired.
there are fifty-seven
none so sweet as now.
Heinz, sugar coated
I missed you so much, but
breakfast was a scam
and notes and ideas and a half baked concept
and sometimes Stoyanova's voice reminding me;
"all semiotics is semi-boiled."
i need to propell my thesis writing.... but how?
i've walked around the block enough times to notice the various panels on people's houses- definately a sign that it is time to buckle down.
Woody Allen has an article in this weeks New Yorker...
time travel... o, if only you were possible.
Architectural wonders of utopic sci pop fiction now on exhibit in London
dog love
afternoon park walks
excellent thesis writing procrastination
It's Mimi.
... more to come... in the meantime, its mean time: marking!
i don't know what to make of this.
LJ Interests meme results
- architecture or architexture:
touching. emotional or with your fingers... i guess that i was thinking. maybe i just missed Germany. - bildung of the inauthenticself:
The development of an inauthentic personality over time- the buildungs roman meets goffman perhaps? - bohemians and prussians:
who better? pretty glass and a shade of blue. - coffee and conversation:
one of my favourite joni songs. and one of my favourite past times - gnomes with red hats:
isn't this obvious? - graceful awkwardity:
that's how it came out over breakfast, or so he said. - hammocks:
happy jail! - kitsch:
i love you earnestly.
i love you ironically.
i just love you. - klimtian women:
with their tilted heads and curly tendrils, swirly dresses and floor long tresses; tell me your not a fan of Gustav Klimt. - muffins:
Peter! best roommate ever, until C arrived.
Enter your LJ user name, and 10 interests will be selected from your interest list.
these are soon to be given to an actress friend for her birthday. sure hope she like them.
Right. So it seems that my window gardens are not at all that happy, that is to note, especially my chives. I always half expect that some kind of genetic knowledge will get me through, that somehow the skill of my long forgotten Galacian ancestors will surge through me, and I won’t kill another plant. But I keep on buying, and they keep on dying.
I’m convinced it is because I rarely saw activities in the garden. My great aunt’s Oshawa backyard lined with potatoes, tomatoes and crawling with peas. My Baba’s little Swansea nest full with gooseberries, raspberries and blackberries, and herbs of all sorts. My Dido’s mathematical tomatoes, each strain, each seed mailed from the old country. But the tending, the weeding, the watering, the germination, all happened under the auspices of someone else.
Perhaps my heavy handed ways, the ones that left deep stains on the walls in my old apartment, have not lightened, and are back at it again.
And now.. my student's exams are marked, I'm packing up my apartment, I'm writing a conference paper and I'm t.a-ing a new course starting Tuesday.
On the brightside, I'm nearing the end of the soft wollen scarf brown scarf that I've been crochetting for the past month (on and off), and will soon be looking for a new project. Thank goodness- time for something new.





Save me from what I want.






