Sunday, December 27, 2009

Hard to Imagine

It was rather difficult to build up the Christmas spirit when I was swimming just a few days ago. Temperatures were in the 70s and 80s. I know now what it must feel like to live in the Southern Hemisphere and celebrate a holiday so cloaked in the image of snow and celebrated with songs like White Christmas.

The weather way back when Jesus was born may well have been similar to the weather a few days ago here. If you check with the scholars, you will find that Jesus was not born in December, that whole thing being a fabrication by the church at a later time to draw pagans away from their mid-winter rituals, and bring them into their fold. But I digress.

By singing carols and making rum balls and truffles, I managed to get in the spirit of the season. Do you know that every recipe for rum balls I found on the web had corn syrup in it! Since when do rum balls need corn syrup? Read "Omnivore's Dilemma" by Michael Pollan and you'll understand how corn has taken over the modern food world. Rum ball recipes with corn syrup only seem to prove his conjecture.

Maybe next year, I'll post my versions of the recipes for rum balls and truffles. In the mean time, I hope you are enjoying your holiday of choice.

Friday, December 18, 2009

Moving right along

Okay, so it's taken me half a year to put up a new post, but it's not like I have anyone out there (other than you, Peter) actually subscribing. So I can safely assume that there isn't a single soul waiting on the edge of their seat for me to write. I really am writing for my own amusement! Maybe some day I might even have something worth reading up here. I look forward to posting future trivia, but don't die waiting.
Mr. B and I finally reached the Atlantic Ocean. Here's a photo with the Atlantic behind us from Sebastian Inlet State Park on the Florida Coast near Vero Beach last week. We couldn't actually go out on the beach together. Mr. B is not allowed. We understand that there are places on the Gulf coast were Mr B can go out on the sand. Next time we'll find a place for Mr B...