Doubled yolked egg

I've been wanting to make lemon matcha swirled pound cake for a few weeks now, and decided yesterday was the perfect day to do so with the promise of beautiful weather over the weekend. So, after I got home from getting my oil changed I decided to do just that.

The ingredients I had on hand, the recipe was simple. As I gathered what was needed, I listened to the Avett Brothers, the Secret Sisters, and other artists that Pandora thought I would like according to bluegrass and acoustic folk influences.

I measured flour, baking soda and salt and sifted them together. I was mesmerized by the soft, silky flour as it fell in sheets to the mixing bowl below. The sugar was then added to a separate bowl. As it sat on the counter, I retrieved the eggs from the fridge, and thought to myself, "I've never cracked a double yolked egg."

The eggs were cold as I broke the shell against the side of my sink. The hard calcium build-up splintering with each hit on the hard stainless steel edge. I needed six eggs for this particular recipe, and as each one split open, the chilled yolk and white came plopping out of the shell. I broke open five eggs, all the same in size, weight and color. The sixth one was no different. It was no bigger than the rest nor did it crack differently. But as the crack became a spiderweb design across the middle of the shell and opened up, it was not like the others. Two yolks slid out from the hard mineral shell, but I was not looking closely at this time.

I gazed at the side of the bowl as the yolks and whites and sugar were slowing sinking in with one another, and as the sixth one slid out something caught my attention. I looked in the bowl and counted the yolks. One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six...Seven? I knew I only cracked six, my egg carton was divided down the middle.  Two of the yolks looked different, they were smaller, a little more vivid than their comrades, and joined in the middle. It was a double yolked egg.

Inspiration

I love reading blogs and spend a great deal of time each time at work finding new blogs and also keeping up with favorites I have found already. One of my favorite blogs for a while has been Joy the Baker. She is a blogger from LA with a sarcastic yet friendly prose that I can relate to. I love reading her posts and her pictures are also gorgeous. I find the starkness of the pages and how she doesn't add unnecessary flourish to her words or use crazy fonts or colors to get people. She tells you like it is, but does it in a way to get you to come back for more.

How the times have changed

http://www.nytimes.com/2011/01/24/nyregion/24gerritsen.html?_r=2&ref=todayspaper

If bloggers are not allowed to share truth in what they see in the world around them then what use is it have a blog. Protecting people from dangers in your neighborhood is a common courtesy thing to do, and if people are all up in arms because they are mad they have kids that can't behave, then they need to take a look around. Since when was it acceptable for kids to throw a solid chunk of ice at a pregnant women with her one-year old son? (From the Gerritsen Beach Blog, not the article) There has to be a point in time when people look at this information and see that something has to be done about it.

http://www.nytimes.com/2011/01/24/business/media/24latimes.html?_r=1&adxnnl=1&ref=todayspaper&adxnnlx=1296069417-ZwJeICUyiv4NGQEjGSmtgw

Glamorous aspects of life have dramatically gone down hill in recent years. Now days we consider the Jersey Shore, TMZ, and Facebook to be more interesting ways to spend our time. I can't point any fingers because I would much rather watch How I Met Your Mother or Netflix than CNN. Newspapers aren't dead, yet, and I don't think they will die completely, but when we start filling them with garbage like who is knocked up by who and the latest to enter rehab then we can also expect serious readership to go down. Interests of people change all the time and maybe in few decades people will want to get good, hard news, but for now it doesn't seem to be what the people are looking for.

Thursday's homework

http://www.nytimes.com/2011/01/20/technology/personaltech/20basics.html?pagewanted=2&_r=1&ref=todayspaper

I am glad that social sharing applications on phones and other media devices are making it easier for technically challenged people to decide who they do and don't want to share things with. I find it to be a great annoyance when people on my Facebook "friends" list post pictures of their babies first dirty diaper and how cute they are when they spit up...well maybe it isn't that extreme, but keep the sharing of that to the beaming grandparents and doting relatives.

http://www.nytimes.com/2011/01/20/fashion/20close.html?ref=todayspaper

If only this had been my idea, but alas, I wouldn't have been able to be as a person as he is to celebrities and their constant drama. I would go up to them, talk to them, and try to get them to use common sense to figure out their lives and get things together. But I applaud Mr. Eng for being able to rise above that and create a successful  blog that gives people a better look at the lives of famous celebrities instead of the paparazzi and tabloid fiddle-faddle we read on a daily basis.

http://www.nytimes.com/2011/01/20/garden/20Domestic.html?pagewanted=2&sq=secret%20spaces&st=cse&scp=1

Some of my favorite things to read are those that magically take you to the location where they are taking place without having to actively using your imagination. While reading this story, I could feel the coldness of the wind, smell the earthy branches, and hear the muffled arguments. I understood the emotions the boys were going through without ever having gone through them myself.  

Now I'm learnin'...(about blogging)

Blogging has always seemed like an unobtainable goal for myself. I don't have the determination to keep things going for long periods of time and I didn't think my thoughts would be interesting enough for others to read. Then I found food blogging, and knew that was something I could do! Thus far I have learned that with blogging all you need is a subject, an idea, a computer and a blog. You don't need to be the worlds best or wittiest prose writer, nor do you need to be a technology junkie to share your thoughts.

I will be cooking...(and baking)

I am a socially inspired, media networked, roller derby referee, but in my heart a hard core foodie.
I cook for friends, family and coworkers.
If you are in anyway close to me, I have probably forced you to eat a food product I have made.

With this blog I hope to chronicle the foods I cook and the treats I bake and hope to inspire others along the way with pictures, recipes and cooking anecdotes of past, present and future. The first anecdote I will share with you is my earliest memory of being in a kitchen.

I was probably two years old and I was sitting on the floor in the kitchen of my parents first house in Alva. My mother had a child sized set of Tupperware that I was playing with and I managed to get eggs out of the refrigerator and crack them all over the floor. 

Since then, I have always found comfort in a kitchen, especially in my grandparents kitchen, and some of my favorite memories are from around the family table at my parents or grandparents house. I cook for relaxation and love. I bake for meditation and solitude. And I date so I don't have to do my dishes.