Curly was the meanest, rootenest, tootenest, doodle in the West, pictured here with his trusty sidekick, Butch the Scorpion. Curly pulled off many a sting with Butch, charmed the ladies, rode many a mile together in the dusty desert. Curly never uncurled to show what he looked like on the inside. Some say he hid a sentimental inscription by his dear, departed mother. Some others say he hid a nasty scar. Whatever the reason, as rough and tough as was his reputation, he was always quick to kindly joke a child’s tears into laughter, or help a little old lady across the street.
Dedicated to my friends and family in the Southwest.
When conversation lags with family on holiday get-togethers, it’s always good to bring out the word board games. Lately, we’ve been playing a lot of UpWords®, an old board game which is a 3D relative of Scrabble (I’m actually surprised when I run into people that don’t know what it is). Basically, after several minutes of playing, you can see towers of letters forming in areas, in contrast to flatter areas, so you can sort of get the effect of a downtown and suburbs with words.
Today’s Christmas doodle was generated during a typical recent UpWords game in our house, in which participants take great care and much time in choosing just the right word or combination of words to gain points. Many times we think up words which are perfectly good words, but they just have not yet been assigned a meaning in the English language, so unfortunately we can’t use them. This doodle is dedicated to those words which have not yet been born. Merry Christmas, y’all!
My question: Would this customized look appeal to the masses (it appeals to the owner of these dogs for sure!), or would a more generic bulldog illustration be more popular with folks not familiar with these particular bulldogs? I can do that, but since portraiture is one of my strengths, how best to package and market this skill?
Results from yesterday confirmed this morning. I CAN make the perfect non-sticking omelette.
This is without Teflon®, without any special nonstick vegetable spray. After adding the eggs to some melted butter covering the bottom of the skillet, you simply have to keep the pan moving over relatively high heat, lifting and tilting it periodically to get the runny stuff underneath, and keep loosening the edges of the omelet with a spatula.
Why did it take me this long (decades) to get around to mastering this fairly easy skill? How many people are out there still letting the best part of their eggs adhere like cement to the pan, causing many minutes of soaking and scouring afterwards?
This may cause me to examine other parts of my life that I might be stuck because of inertia or inattentiveness.
Today marks a life achievement – I made a perfect omelette.
By perfect, I mean an omelette that does not stick to the pan.
I am not much of a cook. My husband and I tend to think of food more as fuel than a gastronomical experience because we are always absorbed in the doing of other things. During special occasions, my husband can generally rouse himself out of the daily grub routine and produce spectacular pizza and chiles rellenos, among other delights, but I usually stick with what I know, which is spaghetti. I do enjoy watching old cooking shows: Julia Child, Two Fat Ladies, (anyone remember the Galloping Gourmet?), plus cake decorating shows, but it is a lazy, anthropological interest, not usually one that will drive me in from the garden or away from the computer to actually cook something excitingly new.
Also, I come from a long line of women who scraped the pan out after cooking eggs, and I suppose I felt I did not deserve to be different. But this morning, I stood up straighter in front of the stove, I shook my head, and after pouring the beaten eggs into the melted butter, grabbed the skillet with one firm hand and spatula in the other, and kept the pan moving over the fire, loosening the edges of the beautifully coagulating mixture and encouraging the runny part to move underneath with the spatula, just like I’d seen a thousand times on cooking shows and at buffet brunches, and – SUCCESS!
Sheep and Pig have finally returned home to rejoin Rabbit in an emotional reunion last weekend. The three papier maché animals, along with a life-sized llama, made Heifer International newsletter headlines when they helped raise $3,000 for that most worthy cause a few years ago. Last weekend we retrieved them from storage at my church.
Poor Llama had to be put down, because of two broken legs. I blame her creator (me) for this, because she did not know what she was doing when she dove into all this papier maché making. Pictures documenting the creation of these animals, plus some shots of those who collaborated with me in the making, are here.
Now that my studio has definitely taken on an Orwellian character, I’m thinking about adding a couple more characters to my Animal Farm collection (now that I know better how to build a supporting frame for the papier maché). I’d like to add a chicken or two and a cow, and would really like to build a Percheron, but because of spatial limitations, might have to settle for a Shetland pony, or perhaps even a Przewalski’s horse. Then maybe we could stage a Rebellion of our own!