Anne

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Sorry you're not feeling great either Anne. I had hoped we'd all feel better come fall. So much I wanted to get done before the ice and snow arrive (I stay in most of the time then) and I'm not getting very much done at all ... hugs, Cait

Re: Thanks! And: Anniversary morning.Reb,1st A belated Happy Engagement Anniversary.. and2nd.. The first pancake never ever ever turns out.. at least not for me.. and I'm pretty sure that my mother, who was a fabulous cook, had to toss her first as well.. One of her secrets to pancakes was a seasoned cast iron griddle for the cooking.. and a clue as to when to turn them, is when they start to bubble on top... the seasoned cast iron griddle is a pretty "key" ingredient in the cooking part as well.. and if I remember correctly, you know the griddle is hot enough that a drop of water will "skitter and sizzle" across the top of the oil on the griddle.. I'm glad that you had the experience of "American" pancakes.. I always dreaded asking the boys what they wanted for breakfast, because they always but always answered.. "PANCAKES!!!" It takes quite a bit of patience, that I'm lacking, to get them done up right.. I made the serious serious mistake in my younger days, of deciding to surprise my mother and "shine up" her cast iron skillets for her.. I worked, and worked, and worked to clean up all that "gunk" on the outside of the skillets, and griddle, to make them look brand spanking new... My mother would have liked to spit nails at me when she saw them!.. Seems it takes months and months to get them seasoned "properly".. LOLHUGS|)onna I just wanted to say thanks to all who congratulated on our engagement anniversary, Margaret, n and nne! (I hope I didn't forget anyone, if I did, it wasn't intentional at all).

And tell you a little about the breakfast:

I did the American pancakes, and after the first tries they at least looked...well...ok... : ) I think the recipe for the batter was correct, but the frying was a little tricky for someone who is used to making Swedish pancakes (they are thin, like tortillas or crepes, and don't contain any baking soda or other raising ingredient)... I did tend to let them fry too long on the one (first) side, at least in the beginning (because I was expecting to see some evidence of it beginning to be done all the way through before turning them over, which is the way to do it with the thin, Swedish, variety, but less than ideal with these fluffy ones I realized...), which made them a little burned on that side. Or "golden-black" as we have learned to refer to it from a friend... (that story below). I served that with syrup, crème fraiche and blackberries. And coffee and virgin sunrises (the non-alcoholic orange juice drink). And they actually tasted really good, despite the way they may have looked.

And played a playlist consisting of "our" music. Especially "If I used to love you" by Lemma (

copy and paste if clicking it doesn't work). says that's more "our song" than any other.

When entered the kitchen she asked: "What it is called?"

"What? The song?" I asked her back.

"No, silly, The food." She answered.

My reply:

"Well. In polite language it's referred to as 'American pancakes'. And in less than polite language it's better known as 'Like hell it is'".... ; )

But she liked it too. Even said she thought it *looked* good... ; )

love

/Reb

PS. The story about the expression "golden black" is the following:

Friends of ours were getting married, and as part of the pre-wedding fun (the bachelor/bachelorette parties etc), the friends of the bride had planned a full day for the bride, starting with a group of (more or less) gentlemen waking her up (by surprise, that is, as she, as the custom is, was not involved in or aware of the plans) demanding that she cooked breakfast (using ingredients brought by the gentlemen, of course). It was a kind of jokingly "let's test if you are ready for marriage"-kind of thing. I was part of that group of "gentlemen", which was a real treat. Well, the breakfast may have left some to be desired perhaps..., but she is a woman with humor, and *that* was the treat.

Someone said: "Well. I don't know if I can give you a 'pass' on this bacon. I'd say it's a little burned. Kind of..." (it was part black...).

And she answered:

"And you'd be wrong. It's not 'burned', it's golden black, just the way it's supposed to be. The less educated chefs say golden brown is the way to go, but that only goes to show how little they know. Golden black, is the only way."

Needless to say, we judged that such a reply proved she was definitely ready for marriage... And I think "golden black" made it's way into all our vocabularies...

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the fall brings out the fibro - I have been out twice this month - but I did not have the energy to do more - I just feel so tired God, grant me the strength of eagles wings, the faith and courage to fly to new heights, and the wisdom to rely on his spirit to carry me there.

To: MSersLife Sent: Fri, November 12, 2010 9:21:38 PMSubject: Anne

 Sorry you're not feeling great either Anne. I had hoped we'd all feel better come fall. So much I wanted to get done before the ice and snow arrive (I stay in most of the time then) and I'm not getting very much done at all ... hugs, Cait

Re: Thanks! And: Anniversary morning.Reb,1st A belated Happy Engagement Anniversary.. and2nd.. The first pancake never ever ever turns out.. at least not for me.. and I'm pretty sure that my mother, who was a fabulous cook, had to toss her first as well.. One of her secrets to pancakes was a seasoned cast iron griddle for the cooking.. and a clue as to when to turn them, is when they start to bubble on top... the seasoned cast iron griddle is a pretty "key" ingredient in the cooking part as well.. and if I remember correctly, you know

the griddle is hot enough that a drop of water will "skitter and sizzle" across the top of the oil on the griddle.. I'm glad that you had the experience of "American" pancakes.. I always dreaded asking the boys what they wanted for breakfast, because they always but always answered.. "PANCAKES!!!" It takes quite a bit of patience, that I'm lacking, to get them done up right.. I made the serious serious mistake in my younger days, of deciding to surprise my mother and "shine up" her cast iron skillets for her.. I worked, and worked, and worked to clean up all that "gunk" on the outside of the skillets, and griddle, to make them look brand spanking new... My mother would have liked to spit nails at me when she saw them!.. Seems it takes months and months to get them seasoned "properly".. LOLHUGS|)onna I just wanted to say thanks to all who congratulated on our engagement anniversary, Margaret, n and nne! (I hope I didn't forget anyone, if I did, it wasn't intentional at all).

And tell you a little about the breakfast:

I did the American pancakes, and after the first tries they at least looked...well...ok... : ) I think the recipe for the batter was correct, but the frying was a little tricky for someone who is used to making Swedish pancakes (they are thin, like tortillas or crepes, and don't contain any baking soda or other raising ingredient)... I did tend to let them fry too long on the one (first) side, at least in the beginning (because I was expecting to see some evidence of it beginning to be done all the way through before turning them over, which is the way to do it with the thin, Swedish, variety, but less than ideal with these fluffy ones I realized...), which made them a little burned on that side. Or "golden-black" as we have learned to refer to it from a friend... (that story below). I served that with syrup, crème fraiche and blackberries. And coffee and virgin sunrises (the non-alcoholic

orange juice drink). And they actually tasted really good, despite the way they may have looked.

And played a playlist consisting of "our" music. Especially "If I used to love you" by Lemma (

copy and paste if clicking it doesn't work). says that's more "our song" than any other.

When entered the kitchen she asked: "What it is called?"

"What? The song?" I asked her back.

"No, silly, The food." She answered.

My reply:

"Well. In polite language it's referred to as 'American pancakes'. And in less than polite language it's better known as 'Like hell it is'".... ; )

But she liked it too. Even said she thought it *looked* good... ; )

love

/Reb

PS. The story about the expression "golden black" is the following:

Friends of ours were getting married, and as part of the pre-wedding fun (the bachelor/bachelorette parties etc), the friends of the bride had planned a full day for the bride, starting with a group of (more or less) gentlemen waking her up (by surprise, that is, as she, as the custom is, was not involved in or aware of the plans) demanding that she cooked breakfast (using ingredients brought by the gentlemen, of course). It was a kind of jokingly "let's test if you are ready for marriage"-kind of thing. I was part of that group of "gentlemen", which was a real treat. Well, the breakfast may have left some to be desired perhaps..., but she is a woman with humor, and *that* was the treat.

Someone said: "Well. I don't know if I can give you a 'pass' on this bacon. I'd say it's a little burned. Kind of..." (it was part black...).

And she answered:

"And you'd be wrong. It's not 'burned', it's golden black, just the way it's supposed to be. The less educated chefs say golden brown is the way to go, but that only goes to show how little they know. Golden black, is the only way."

Needless to say, we judged that such a reply proved she was definitely ready for marriage... And I think "golden black" made it's way into all our vocabularies...

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