The sobriquet ‘try try again’ is apt around here.
Thursday, after failing to assemble the correct ingredients for Dr. Eades recipe for high protein coconut macaroons (ever patient David rushed to the local Giant to find almond meal at the last minute, but the store had none), I attempted to modify a spritz cookie recipe to meet my dietary needs. I began by using artificial sweetener, lo-fat butter and lo-fat cream cheese and flour from the dark ages (expired a year ago), and ended up with two blobs of what appeared to be Krazy Putty. I chucked the lot in the trash and asked David who was in the Giant to bring home more butter and a new bag of flour, plus the vital wheat gluten flour for the macaroons he had located. I then proceeded to order almond meal from Amazon. I could have sent David to Trader Joe’s for some of the less common items, but he said he was piffilated.
So, I will attempt the macaroons again tomorrow. The moral of the story is 1/ always make sure you have all your ingredients; 2/ your ingredients are current (not expired); and 3/ be prepared for failure if you try switching ingredients. Cooking is like anything else worth knowing in life, try try again, or experience is the best teacher.
Scrooge McDuck (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Frustrated by my foray into cooking, I began reading my latest acquisition, Dilip Hiro’s Inside Central Asia: A Political and Cultural History of Uzbekistan, Turkmenistan, Kazakhstan, Kyrgyzstan, Tajikistan, Turkey, and Iran.
Hiro’s book is fascinating as it takes me beyond Christopher Beckwith’s Empires of the Silk Road: A History of Central Eurasia from the Bronze Age to the Present which I finished this week, following Nasr Vali’s The Dispensable Nation: American Foreign Policy in Retreat, and Rajiv Chandrasekaran’s Little America: The War Within the War for Afghanistan. Next up…Dilip Hiro’s After Empire…maybe. I have several others also lined up for reading. Too many books, too little time.
Sometimes. I read sections of these books aloud to David, especially if they involve the USSR and WWI. (His father traveled through this region following WWI and the Revolution.)
The combination of my new Kindle White and cataract surgery has me on a roll. Plus these books are as readable to me today as Agatha Christie was when I was a teenager. I blame her for my interest in Asia. Or maybe it was the comic book about Uncle Scrooge McDuck in Egypt? Who knows where childhood interests begin? I know the graduate history class I took on the USSR peaked my interest.
All I need now is some cookies and milk.