Vintage Cakes’ Cherry Chip Cake. Also Chocolate Ice Cream.

I’ve been busy this weekend making ice cream.
 
And a beautiful Cherry Chip Cake to celebrate the end of school.

It’s Cherry Chip cake with a thin spread of ganache between layers and then frosted with a cherry buttercream frosting.

The cookbook author developed it because she missed the Cherry Chip cake mixes from her childhood.  I too enjoyed those and was happy to try this cake.  I assumed that the Cherry Cake mixes were no more, however when buying ingredients at New Seasons, the cashier told me that the Cherry Chip mix is still made and that New Seasons carries it.  It was rather deflating news.  I still made the cake from scratch anyway.

Saying goodbye to the chicks.

 Today is the last day the chicks will be at school, they are going to live on a farm.
 
We have been teasing the teacher about animals living “on a farm” but it appears that it is a farm where they will not become chicken dinner.
 
They’ve grown up so fast.
 
Getting their real feathers.
 
One of them really likes to perch on things.
 
I tried to get the rest of them to do that too, but they weren’t ready.
 
Have fun with your new life, chicks.
 
The children named them, so you can see how incredibly creative they were.
 

Our volunteer Mary is the best.

Mary is a woman in her 80s who volunteers once per week at school.  She is full of fun and a kindred spirit of sorts, because she loves to go on walks and take pictures.

First, I must give you background.
Here is the sign on the inside of the door to the teacher bathroom.
(All adults can use the teacher bathroom at our school.  Sigh.)
This sign has been here as long as we have.  It came with the building.
 

Here are the lockers in the corner of the teacher bathroom.
 
And here are labels on the lockers.  The lockers came to us second-hand, so we have no idea who these guys are.  Charlie’s locker used to have a small sticker that said, “Fish On!” but it fell off a few years ago.
 
And here’s the poem that appeared on the side of the locker one day.
Mary left it anonymously, but we figured her out.

They’re gone, but not forgotton
immortalized in the loo
They are noticed in private moments,
those semi-anonymous two.
So here’s to Steve, Charlie and also
to some artful, anoymous wit.
We OPEN it ever so SLOWLY
and not nobody never gets hit.

45RPM: Mr. Brownstone

Where I match a song to a specific memory.

My parents bought me a car to drive about a year after I got my driver’s license.  It wasn’t fancy, a Mustang II with an AM radio and a penchant for leaking oil and breaking down.  When my brother got his license, my parents upgraded us to a green ’79 Mustang with tires too big for the wheel wells.  They would scrape every time we went over a big bump or a dip.  For a period of time, it had no radio.  This was more maddening than only being restricted to the AM band, but some good came out of it.  Before everyone had their licenses, we all piled in the cars of the few who could drive in order to get from here to there.  We were smashed together, chattering all the way, laughing and gossiping.  In other cars, music was the background or the foreground of our ride, but in my car we filled the silence ourselves.  Driving a dark road to somewhere one night we fell silent until Eric burst into the opening notes of Gun’s and Roses Mr. Brownstone.  We were all GnR fans, and knew every word, so we rode into the night, our drug-free bodies singing with great gusto about addition and touring and a life that nearly all of us would never lead.

Three sentence movie reviews: GI Joe Retaliation

I went to see this because it’s the newest Channing Tatum flick and if Mr. CT is in a movie, go I must.  I do not wish to do any plot spoiling here, but let me tell you that there is a reason he’s kind of small on the movie poster, and that reason was rather disappointing to me.  However, I rallied, and instead focused my keen critic eye on the actress who played Tyra on Friday Night Lights.

Cost: $4.00 (now the only way to see a movie for less than $4.00 is to go to the Kennedy School where they charge $3.00 and where I usually end up ordering wine so the cost isn’t $3.00 at all.)
Where watched:  Jubitz Cinema.  It was me and a room full of truckers who, to my delight, had their usual pre-movie conversation where they don’t know each other, stare straight ahead, never making eye contact and they talk about all matter of things.

Parade Magazine Photo Spread: You win some, you lose some.

On the one hand, when a heterosexual couple rides a tandem bike, it is very uncommon to find the female in front.  Really. In real life, I’ve only seen it once.  This makes no sense to me as most women are smaller than their partners and it would make sense for them to be in front so they can see something beside their companion’s sweaty back.  So I liked this pairing that places–wait, who is that?  Kelly?  I think it’s Kelly Ripa?  Anyway, it places her in front of her new co-host.
 
However, look at her shoes!

Good lord, no!

A walk to a funeral.

It was a day that threatened rain, but I wasn’t in the mood to take two buses to get where I was going.  So I took a nice long walk. Here’s what I saw along the way.

A while ago, I photographed the house on this lot.  I was thinking it was about to be torn down and indeed, it was.  Two houses have replaced it, with two more coming soon.  Once again, I’m torn between the infill development (which I support) and the fact that the houses built are all very large and they leave no room for a yard.
 

Same street.  This guy is for sale and is on a big lot. I sense his days are numbered.
 
I’ve always liked this corner.
 
Reaching for the sun.
 
I love when there are messages written on girders.
 
Someday, someone will be tearing down this building and smile when they discover the mark of Local 28.
 
Here’s a total Portland guy.  Hops growing on his balcony.  He caught me taking this picture.
 
One reason I haven’t yet been to Pine State Biscuits.  Another reason?  I feel like I have to go on a 40-mile bike ride to properly integrate the calories.
 

Books read in May, 2013

Only four books, two of them picture and two of them YA?  What happened?  Oh wait, the television series Friday Night Lights happened.

Read
A love story starring my dead best friend
Emily Horner
I grabbed this book just for the title and found a great YA story bravely taking on issues of death, sexuality, friendship, musical theater and bicycling.  The main character reminded me a lot of a friend I knew in high school, which probably helped.  Great read.

The Lighting Dreamer
Margarita Engle
Read for librarian book group
The story of nineteenth century Cuban poet Gertrudis Gómez de Avellaneda told through poems.  Avellaneda was an interesting person, rejecting a lot of conventions of her times, so that made for interesting reading.  I liked the poems in that they were short and accessible, but didn’t find them particularly moving.  Overall, okay.

Grumbles from the Forest
Jane Yolan
Read for librarian book group
Fun concept: two different perspectives of familiar fairy tales in poetry form.  Great illustrations.  So-so poetry.

Hoop Genius
Coy, Morse
Read for librarian book group
The story of how basketball was invented.  I loved the illustrations which reminded me of 1930s Soviet Union propaganda posters (but in a freer style).