OH, BABY!

 So SWMBO was sitting beside me at the computer as we completed an on-line grocery order and she noticed a recipe I had printed out.

She asked, "Could you make a Dutch Baby?"

"Yes, I could," said I.

"Would you make a Dutch Baby?" she clarified.

"Yes, I would," responded I.

Which was what had me in the kitchen this morning, putting together one of the easiest recipes ever proffered to man.

Here's my (nearly in focus) result, fresh from the oven:

It's a bit dark in spots and around the edges, which SWMBO suggested could be fixed by lowering the oven rack one notch.

She had sauteed some sliced apples and pineapple, which complemented the Netherlands Offspring, er, Dutch Baby just dandily.

(You can find recipes for Dutch Babies everywhere but if you want the one I used just Google "Dutch Baby, Florence Fabricant".)

Oh, and Happy May Day!

AGAINST ALL ODDS

 

THE FRIDAY FUNNIES

 OMG!

Google is wrought with growing pains.

Or something.

I hope you can read this because I've been going crazy changing my password and such.

Others have also said they're having magillahs with "The World's Finest Internet Service" today.

So, let's try for some lightness.

Let's try to get The Friday Funnies off the carpet.

That's it, folks.

There ain't no more.

Now let us all enjoy a fruitful weekend, full of feasting and fiestas.

And never forget to always keep mirthful.

That is, laughing!

Now to finalize this, I turn it over to Tommy Terrific and the Lovely Lana and their "family".

Here, kitty-kitty . . .

(Left to right: Hemingway, Miss Joy and Sunshine or Sunny.)

FIRE UPDATE

The Crooks Fire continues to burn and grow in timber and chaparral approximately 10 miles south of Prescott.

Winds from the south forecast to gust to 30 miles per hour today continue to make fighting the fire difficult.

Over 700 people are undertaking that task as the fire has now consumed over 8,000 acres.

Those southerly winds also mean smoke is blowing into our area.

That's the view from our driveway, across the flood plain toward the Bradshaw Mountains, where the fire is burning.

The smoke appears to be descending directly on the Prescott Valley business district.

That stop sign conveys a message from all of us: just stop these fires.

Oh how soon we grow to miss a day and a sky like this:

That photo was taken in North Prescott only a few days ago.

Now the skies over there are yellowish-brown with smoke and the foul air is contributing to an already bad allergy season.

The only good news from this fire is that apparently no homes or other buildings have yet been lost to the flames.

BACK IN THE BAKERY

 I tried a new recipe today, courtesy of Dorie Greenspan.

She calls it Cheesy, Herby Quick Bread.

I think I'd call mine Cheesy Shallot Quick Bread.

As she noted, the recipe is highly adaptable and adapt I did.

Rather than herbs or nuts, as in hers, mine had minced shallot and a dash or two or three each of Everything Bagle Spice and Cayenne Pepper.

It's good.

THE INTERIOR DEPARTMENT

 For all of you foodies, or just plain old cake lovers, here's what my birthday cake looked like after the first tasting yesterday.

It's my favorite - carrot cake.

Judy's recipe includes some dried apricots and apple butter.

If it looks dense, it is.

Densely packed with delicious flavor.

I had two slices on my natal day.

CHANGES

 

Once upon a time I used to challenge myself, clambering around on rocks like these.

Here's the proof.

As Judy learned early and friends Timmer and the Beaner later, I liked to climb up and perch on rooftops.

Why?

The challenge perhaps or (in my mind) to improve the view.

But time wounds all heels, as the old expression is twisted.

Today I am more likely to be found in a posture reflected in this rare picture from my past.

More snoozing than scaling.

Challenging myself not on mountains or rocks or rooftops.

But at the table.

For today, I completed another voyage around the sun and reached the previously unthinkable age of 82.

Onward and upward!