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Hair story

I was the victim of a bad haircut.

Not recently, but I still sting at that unfortunate event.

I had decided to grow out my relaxer and went on a whim, during my lunch break to get the remainder of the relaxed hair cut off.

Long story short, the person cutting my hair didn’t have experience cutting hair like mine and it took a very long time. So as my hair dried, and shrank, she kept cutting away resulting in a haircut that was totally uneven. Her manager had to come in and try to salvage what had happened to my head. I had to go back to work looking like a Q-tip.

A Q-tip.

That was the last time I let someone else cut my hair. Over the next several months I gave myself several trims and small haircuts so that my hair could resemble something intentional.

That brings me to my point. This is the first time in a long time that my hair has been as long as it is right now.

And I have a lot of hair volume-wise.

And hairbrushes just can’t handle it.

The above hair brush had been the best one for my needs. It quite firmly, yet lovingly got through all of my hair. All of it. I suppose that there were some unresolved issues between my hair and the brush because this brush just cracked under the pressure.

The black and silver brush, sigh, was never a good match for my hair, but it was a good purse-sized brush. However, you’ll notice that pretty much all of the little white balls at the tips of the bristles have abandoned the brush. This brush now has an abusive relationship to my hair.

The black and blue brush has been beaten up over time by my hair. This brush was good for detangling my hair in the shower. But it, too, lost the little protective balls at the ends of the bristles and now wants to tear my hair.

So this blue brush is the best I have for now, but it can only handle small, small plots of hair.

This brush is good at smoothing down edges and stopping my hairline from looking fuzzy like something forgotten in the back of the fridge, but it can only penetrate the topmost layer of hair.

Evaluating my relationship to hair brushes makes me remember why I’ve kept my hair relatively short over the years.

Remembering that horrible haircut makes me remember why I’ve decided to let my hair grow out.

In the meanwhile, I’m in the market for a new brush.

 

 

 

Squash salad.

Everyone loves a two for one special right? I do, especially when it’s not enticing me to buy something I don’t need. This  salad was a two for one goal special. It got me closer to my salad goal and to my winter squash goal. And it was tasty. The whole point of this blog post is to ensure that I don’t forget about this salad and that I experience it again. I got the inspiration here.

My salad, however, was made by grabbing a handful of mixed greens, and putting it into a container. I topped it with a bit of kabocha squash and black beans. Then I squeezed a half a lemon over it and drizzled it with olive oil. For some kick, I added a sriracha spiral. For finishing, I added a bit of coarse salt. The product was a treat I was glad to get at lunch time.

Yogurt success!

I think that making yogurt had been one of my unfulfilled birthday goals in some year in the past.

There is something that appeals to me deeply about being able to, knowing how to make the things that have become a part of your daily life. There is something separately appealing about understanding how some things work.

When you pare away the loftier reasons for wanting to know how to make yogurt, it comes down to realizing just how much I spend on yogurt. During the work week, I usually eat yogurt for breakfast every day. Also, I send yogurt to lunch with Alex a few times a week. Additionally, if I am taking a dance class in the evening, when I come home I might feel hungry, but tired so I eat, you guessed it, yogurt. Which yogurt do I like to eat? Oh, that would be the yogurt that costs $6 for 32 ounces.  That adds up quickly, when you know that there’s another way.

So I made yogurt.

And this time I enlisted help.

Yogurt was not a first time success situation like many of my kitchen projects. Recently, I made yogurt taking into consideration the many, many, many things I had read about making yogurt. I so feared a thin, snot-like yogurt that I overcompensated on the other side. The yogurt was thick, but it was closer to a cheese territory in texture, and when I tried to mix my apple butter into it…let’s just say it wasn’t pretty at all.

The more recent try, inspired by a friend on Facebook who was singing praises to her home yogurt-making, I decided to try it again, using a recipe I found on the Kitchn. This time I didn’t add powdered milk. I also didn’t use skim milk. I used whole milk. And all was well. Success was mine!

 

Goal 29: Fill a canvas with doodles

I don’t even know what inspired me to put this down as a goal, but I am glad that I did!

This small goal made me more aware of the doodling that I do in day-to-day life. And now I have something else for my black & white wall.

In February 2012, I will:

So, my theme word for 2012 is focus. I set it toward the end of last year, and things like these, goals, theme words, and such tend to evolve as time goes on.

Though I claim not to set New Year’s Resolutions, I did resolve not to eat anything out of the vending machine at work in 2012. 1 month down, 11 to go! However, this in combination with a book I just read: Make the Bread, Buy the Butter inspired me to take this goal a bit further for the month of February.

This February, I will not eat mass-manufactured snacks at all. No crackers, pretzels, goldfish, granola bars. None of that stuff.

My intention isn’t to be ridiculous and annoying about it. I will not be rude for a project. However, I suspect that this will make me a tad more mindful of what the heck I’m eating.

For example, this morning, yesterday I was packing my lunch and I had decided to take this lentil salad I made recently. Another day I might have grabbed some crackers to go  with that, but not today. Instead (in my morning rush) I grabbed a couple stalks of celery instead. Yay!

I am not saying that I am going all anti-sweets. If I bake cookies or a cake or something, I promise that I am going to eat (some of) it and enjoy the heck out of it. In fact, right now, four cookies are cooling on the pan from a batch that I mixed up a couple weeks ago, scooped into cookie shapes and froze for an evening like this.

We’ll see how this goes!

 

Mamma Jamma Pizza

These days I find myself improvising recipes more and more. Not because of a lack of planning, but because sometimes when I am hungry and ready to eat, I don’t even want to be bothered with following a recipe. As a result, I wind up shopping for some recipe I found, and cooking something altogether (or in this case, somewhat) different than what I had planned.

This weekend, for example, I had planned on making Eggplant, Green Olive and Provolone Pizza. This time, my deviance began early. I didn’t buy pizza dough at the store because I know how easy it is to make. I didn’t buy any olives because I knew I had some kalamata olives in the cupboard.

I get home after work today ravenous. With February, I set a goal not to eat any snack food that I don’t make for myself. So, the handful of pretzels or goldfish crackers I might normally inhale while cooking dinner was out of the question. I had some dough in the fridge (with basil and red chili flakes)  and decided that it would be a good enough crust. I threw a cast iron skillet in the oven and preheated it. While waiting for that to happen, I sauteed some garlic, my eggplant, a handful of cherry tomatoes, some mild pepper rings, some parsley, and some sliced “salad” olives. Then I pulled the hot pan out of the oven, sprinkled the pan with grits, and spread the dough into the pan, covered the bread with pre-sliced provolone, and put my sauteed mix on the dough and baked it until it was done. It turned out to be one thick pizza, hence the Mamma Jamma name. And it was good.

Quoted here: Alexander Hamilton

BBA Challenge: Light Wheat Bread

When I decided to start putting together this bread, it would not have been out of line to question my priorities.

Let’s just say that there were a number of other things that need to be done. But, I have been on a bit of a roll with the BBA Challenge as of late and don’t want to let the building momentum lapse.

That said, I have been trying to cut back on bread a bit. I love the stuff. Though it doesn’t need to belong on my list of things that I’m not allowed to have at home, I have to exercise deliberate self control. I thought about making a goal to only eat bread that I make at home, but I think that is a bit unrealistic for me at this point. I have been the queen of the sandwich as of late, well particularly in December. And when I’m watching calories there are a number of chains from which I know what to order to be full and to also stay within my intended lunchtime allotment.

Not that any of that is the point of this blog post. The bread is the point of  this blog post.

The recipe basically involved mixing the dry ingredients, then the wet ones. Then letting the dough ferment. Low maintenance!
Though anyone who bakes bread will talk about the precision that bread-baking requires, (While on some other occasion talk about how environmental factors can affect your bread-making….) sometimes I feel a little lazy when I’m baking bread. The instructions said that I should do the windowpane test, but I did not. Instead, I took it’s temperature and said…eh, good enough.

Then, I was lazy when it got to the point where my dough had fermented. I was working on some other things and I simply didn’t want to 1) peel myself from my other tasks and 2) clean a patch of counter in order to shape the bread. Trifling!

However, all’s well that ends well. Funny thing is is that I’ve been trying to write about this bread for six days now. That is how long it is taking me to get to things on the home front. It’s all good though.

Next up = marbled rye bread. Looking forward to it!

 

Goal 28: Make Some Changes to My Website

When I put up a website a while ago, I didn’t have a clear vision of what I wanted it to be. I knew that I was going to start a blog, but knowing myself, I was pretty sure that I would not want to lock the sherlonya.net to a specific blog. I love having a name for which I actually had the chance to purchase the domain! I was right about that. As I have this blog, Open Letters and Presidential Poems that I am using regularly.

So, sherlonya.net, became the catch-all homepage. And I let it get out of date. It was pretty ugly and it didn’t share anything (colors, mood) any of  my blogs. The point of this goal was to make me do something to the page to at least have it tie together most of my web presence. And now I have. It’s no award-winner, but it fulfills my needs.

Game Changer

As everyone who knows me knows, I have become intensely interested in the US Presidents in the last couple of years. Primarily, I am interested in these people as men. You know, people who have favorite foods, and love their pets. I am thinking about these dudes quite a bit.

A different interest that I have is making thing with my hands. It was only a matter of time before these two things married (or at least got on a path of intermittent passionate trysts). So describes the above painting.

How did I do it? I found a picture of one of the Kennedy-Nixon debates. Then I played around with it in Photoshop Elements until I wound up with an image that I liked. I printed that out and then transferred the main lines onto a canvas (with the help of some carbon paper) and painted it in. I decided that the canvas itself would be a television set. So, I looked around for images of TVs from the appropriate era to figure out where various knobs, buttons, or dials should go.

For those who don’t know, the Nixon-Kennedy debates were the first televised presidential candidate debates. They were  significant to the outcome of this particular election, and really “changed the game” so-to-speak in presidential campaigning. Interestingly, at the end of the first televised debate, television audiences thought that Kennedy had won. Radio audiences, however, thought that Nixon had won. Here, I cannot resist adding that these debates helped Kennedy build up his image as a fresh, youthful, vigorous leader, when, in fact,  he was very ill. Kennedy had suffered poor health his entire life.