Showing posts with label stealing from the dog. Show all posts
Showing posts with label stealing from the dog. Show all posts

Monday, October 20, 2008

Stealing the Dog's Dish II

You know what?

A cast iron pan really *does* make for nice, black rose beads.

And I've used it twice now to steam the bread, and it makes a great, crunchy crust.

Cinder's never getting that pan back.

Saturday, October 11, 2008

You may care too much about your crafting if

you steal your dog's dish.


The easiest way to make black rose beads is too cook them in a cast iron pot.

We don't have a cast iron pot, but we do have old nails, so I've been using those. It's a bit of a nuisance keeping track of them, though, and they never really seem to get the beads truly black. Still, we don't have a cast iron pan.

But our dog does. She's been eating out of it for the last thirteen years.

Nah. I'll just keep using the nails. It is the dog's dish, after all, and who steals from their dog?

The best way to get a really crisp loaf of bread that rises just that extra bit is to steam the bread. The best way to do that is to put ice in a cast iron pan in the oven just as you put the bread in.

Still, we don't have a cast iron pan, and it's not that big a deal.

But Cinder has a cast iron pan.

It's dirty.

I can clean it, boil it, run it through the diswasher.

But what kind of a person steals her dog's dish?

The roses all bloomed this week, probably one of the last big shows they'll put on before fall sets in and I prune them.

I just started a new batch of sourdough starter. In a week, I can try some of those lovely recipes in the book I checked out of the library Monday.

The dog used to have a cast iron pan.