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Inspired by Amy Karol over at angrychicken, i decided to give butter-making a try. I used the food processor method, which basically entails putting some cream in a Cuisinart and turning it on. That's it.
Once it was finished, i added some red sea salt for flavor and smushed it into my French butter dish. Here's how it looks:
Oh, for those of you who care, about 8oz of cream made roughly 8oz of butter, and it took about 20 minutes, because the cream was cold.
I took this photo with my phone on the bus yesterday. I was quite a few rows back, and i was trying to be surreptitious about it, which is my excuse for it being so fuzzy. The woman had a rather elaborate floral headdress on, the pink flowers of which matched her top quite nicely.
What made her extra interesting, besides the obvious, was the way she acted. She was eating something like nuts, and she looked up like a squirrel every time someone walked past her. Bright eyes, quick head movements, etcetera. The design of the headdress meant that most of the flowers stuck straight out at the sides of the woman's head, rendering her actions even more comedic.
In a crazy bus lady kind of way.
So, do you remember when i fell off a climbing wall a few months ago? Well, i finally got around to seeing a physical therapist, because my back still hurts (it's a lot better, though, especially since i started working out).
The therapist, Sarah, told me a couple of interesting things. First of all, the injury isn't as low down as i thought; it's located at the joints of my T-12 and L-1 vertebrae, sort of in the middle of my back. Secondly, and more curious, my pelvis is misaligned, making my left leg appear slightly longer than the right. I asked if this was likely a result of the injury, and Sarah replied that i was probably just made that way. She mentioned that it's probably hindering the healing of my back.
So, thanks, Mum & Dad, for the wonky pelvis.
We live on a fairly quiet street next door to a fire station. The firefighters serve as a de facto neighborhood watch, and nothing much happens. This morning Sofia and i left to catch the bus to school, and she pointed out a couple of empty small, brown bottles, similar to those that contain vanilla extract, on the sidewalk in front of the fire station: "What are those? I saw some others over there." My response: "Bottles," which seemed self-evident to me, "no time to investigate."
On my way home, however, i did have time to investigate, and the bottles turned out to be hair dye. There are two in front of the fire station, one in our front yard, and another two on the sidewalk in front of our neighbors in the other direction. There were no bottles of activator, just color. The color of the dye itself, of course, is a mystery; the bottles are meant for professionals, and they are only marked with a code to indicate what color they contained. (Note: I could go back outside, make note of the code, and look it up online, but that would take more effort than i am willing to expend right now.)
What went on last night? Did a St Patrick's Day pub crawl get out of hand and roam our back streets pouring dye on unsuspecting heads? Is there another sidewalk somewhere nearby strewn with empty bottles of activator? Was a hairdresser mugged? I will never know, i suppose.
Photo credit: Böhringer
Edit: The bottles are for Clairol dye, colors B058 (blonde) and B052 (brown). Pretty boring.
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