The fuffy white sandwich bread I mentioned last time, before it was baked, turned out great.
So I decided to make it again.
It’s just a white bread of the vaguely American style, not a big-air-pocket Italian, French, or German white bread with a golden or browned hard crust. Nor a dense European loaf suitable for slabs of meat or cheese or heavy gobs of jam … well, it would work for those, but it doesn’t resemble those types of loaves. But as a denser than Wonderbread, chewy-textured, soft-crust bread that is solid enough to be cut thinly yet tender enough to eat without fearing for your gums or jaw it is just right for plopping a nice tuna-mayo mixture between two slices, which is exactly what I did late this morning a part of an early lunch.
That and six cups of coffee. Guess I won’t be falling asleep any time soon.
When I wrote last night I also forgot that I had eight or so hours of Led Zeppelin ahead of me before I got to “M” — I’ve still got three and a half to go. Part of my LZ collection, though, is made up of a tribute album, a Jimmy Page album, and a Robert Plant album, not just LZ-proper. The amazing thing about, say, the eponymous Led Zeppelin album is that nearly every song is recognizable. You’ve heard them — radio, your own collection, a movie, a friend’s or SO’s room … but somewhere you’ve heard these songs.
I did not own any LZ albums as a kid, as a teen, or as a college student. I knew one Robert Plant solo song — “Tall Cool One” — from late-80s radio. When I got to college I found LZ fans, much like Pink Floyd fans, just like there were Depeche Mode experts, punk-o-philes, and others. I didn’t belong to any off these groups, but perhaps that is why I can listen to LZ now; they were never part of my identity or part of a phase, such that when I moved on I had to leave them behind.
Before LZ I had Lauren Ciechanowski.
You haven’t heard of her.
She’s Anne’s younger sister, and you don’t know her, either; she’s a friend from Berlin, a fellow Fulbright fellow of the teaching assistant sort, the self-appointed Halfbrighters.
Like Light-BRITE … only different.
And Lauren is or was a student at St. Olaf, a cross-country runner, quite out of the closet, and an amateur musician to boot, and so when Anne and I exchanged music via iBooks-on-a-network last spring I got Lauren’s album as well, but I never bothered to listen to it straight through.
I did this afternoon and I adored it. How could I not love “My Professor is Hot” and “The Female Reproductive System Song”?
An acquaintance’s autistic 7-year-old loves prime numbers; I mentioned C.F. Gauss and the regular 17-gon, and some others mentioned their favorite numbers, series of numbers, etc. But math puzzles and tasks for her kid led me to Logo.
See, what I loved near that age — well, that and just counting as high as I could in my head while lying on my back and staring at the ceiling or the sky — was the magic of Logo on the school’s C64s and Tandy 1000s. Not quite at that age … a few years older. At 7 they still had me in speech-therapy due to lost baby teeth in the front of my mouth that were being replaced by adult teeth … I had to relearn “s” among other things. Anyway …
You perhaps (likely?) recall Logo from your youth. Interpreters are available for modern OSes, and free, and Logo combines thinking/reasoning with geometry and pretty pictures (to be reductionist).
Not sure if it would be 7-year-old’s sort of thing (or already is?), but I rarely pass up an opportunity plug/pimp/push Logo.
