But of course somebody has to actually create the coffee, and, if there are to be some, buy or make the goodies to go with. It's a volunteer system, but occasionally the pressure to volunteer gets rather intense. We missed a few days in December because there was no volunteer, and the leading cheerleader was off in Australia at a scientific meeting or something.
Anyway. It's my turn this week. So I put butter on the shopping list. Before we went to the store, I baked a full batch of Vanishing Oatmeal Cookies, from the recipe that was inside the lid of the Quaker Oats box. That used most of the supply of butter we had on hand.
Since Günther, whose turn it was last week, made shortbread, I was reminded of a shortbread recipe I'd tried once (to make rocks) and a second time (to good success). So Saturday afternoon I did that.
And after that, last Friday, bo posted a link to a recipe for an apple/date cake. We have lots of apples from our farmshare, so I decided to bake that. We bought yogurt and dates and polenta (see next recipe), and Sunday afternoon I made the cake. It was very tasty, and very moist. Highly recommended.
It took some doing to get the springform pan together. When it came out of the dishwasher later, I discovered that if you stand it on its side and balance the bottom plate on edge in the groove, you can in fact accomplish this feat with just two hands. Of course, on the first try, the latch was on the bottom, up against the table, and unuseable.
Lastly, based on a recipe I found in toxicfur's latest vegetarian cookbook (the same one I got the bread-making directions from), I tried a polenta pound cake. I served that this morning (leaving the cookies for later since they keep well in sealed containers [did I mention containers?]).
This was also well-recieved, though one of my colleagues got into a rather macabre discussion of heard disease, death, cremation, LipitorTM, and the grittiness of cremated remains.
We'll see in the next few days whether two batches of cookies will suffice for three days (or whether I still need to make or buy another something) and whether they'll like my shortbread and my oatmeal cookies.
In other news, we're attending a concert tonight by Girlyman, who do "Leading Edge Three-Part Harmony Folk-Pop," according to the motto on their site. It's really wonderful stuff, and I'm looking forward to seeing them live.
À propos of this meditation, toxicfur went in search of ear plugs. The local drug chain (it's also non-local, in several senses of that phrase) had what looks like a large pill bottle filled with orange ear plugs, which the label assures me are Antimicrobial Foam Earplugs With Advanced Protection. Fifty pair for a couple bucks. I could go to a rock concert every week, never reusing my Antimicrobial Foam Earplugs With Advanced Protection, and the bottle will last me a year. In real life, I go to such things not nearly so often, so they'll last until I lose them, or take up woodworking with really loud saws.
And that, as they say, is that.
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