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« Reply #15 on: March 18, 2010, 10:40:43 am » |
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*facepalm*
Look, I just have these aesthetic difficulties. It's like how I can't cope with glass and circuitry jewelry that isn't actually functional. Food that isn't really for eating? I don't insist on prosaic presentation. I got most of my ideas about how to serve food from my aunt Michiko, who can make anything beautiful - I love the arrangement, but then I'll eat all of it, too.
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« Reply #16 on: March 18, 2010, 10:48:54 am » |
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Though spun sugar work with maple sugar... Maybe next winter I will have to invent an excuse for holiday frou-frou.
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« Reply #17 on: March 18, 2010, 11:35:39 pm » |
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1. Making sugar-work for holidays makes it purposeful. Always used to get sugarwork eggs with little frosting-bunnies inside for Easter. From Dayton's. Sometimes with my name written on top in frosting, if someone had time to wait for the artist before catching the bus (my grandmother worked for the store all through my childhood).
2. Sheesh, by the time I get to 3, I won't remember! I, too, have an aunt Michiko, though I have only met her once.
3. On the other end of the spectrum (what we do not have in common): I used the broiler for the first time ever last week.
My grandfather told me today that I come by my lack-of-cooking skills honestly; he says his mother-in-law never taught my grandmother. You know, she left north dakota in 1920, when she was 20, to come to St.Paul. Maybe she considered teaching her daughter to make supper out of boxes & cans to be liberal? I know that's how I felt about it... Until I decided that skill=power=true liberty. So, back to Michigan & the broiler!
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"I was waiting for the dotted yellow. I'm not Chaz." It was a rich, hallucinatory web of geometry...
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« Reply #18 on: March 19, 2010, 10:49:02 am » |
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And amusingly, I did actually improvise making sugar yesterday. Though depilatory sugar (though considering it's sugar, honey and lemon juice it's perfectly edible). And it came out perfectly, without any fussing... which is kind of annoying because my record of quantities is only approximate.
Hey, and I thought Trinker was my virtual cousin. (Though... huh. You aren't from the Racine branch of the family, are you? 'Cause I have a bunch of cousins there that I've met maybe once.)
I always liked cooking... and then I moved into my first shared housing environment when I was fifteen, and discovered what a position of power being the only decent cook in the house could be.
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« Reply #19 on: March 19, 2010, 04:07:14 pm » |
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My aunt Michiko is actually the wife of my grandmother's cousin Tom. She's a lovely lady; I have no idea if she has other relatives stateside. I did have a little crush on a young man from Ravine once- I'm happy to claim a possible virtual connection either way!
I am giving more thought to the concept of deriving power through skill in the area of cooking... Perhaps in this way I might get as much out of it as I put into it...
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« Reply #20 on: March 20, 2010, 03:21:41 pm » |
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It's a fairly common name, I think. This is Michiko who's married to my uncle Fred (as in my father's brother Fred, not my mother's brother Fred...)
Always happy to have another virtual cousin.
And I really should contact the Wisconsin cousins, now that I'm in Ohio and not that far away. I think there's kind of a lot of them, too. (There's family awkwardness, but if I can keep the right perspective, it could be kind of funny.)
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