So, as my Grandma Martha would have done, I made my own. I will not pretend to have a plastics recycling and processing center in the back of my bathroom closet, but I do have cardboard that comes in from all manner of purchases and was just itching to be turned into mini-bolts. I started with 5" x 10" chunks of cardboard, then cut 1" x 2" tabs in the middle, one inch from the edge:
Sunday, July 10, 2011
New Storage from old boxes
So, as my Grandma Martha would have done, I made my own. I will not pretend to have a plastics recycling and processing center in the back of my bathroom closet, but I do have cardboard that comes in from all manner of purchases and was just itching to be turned into mini-bolts. I started with 5" x 10" chunks of cardboard, then cut 1" x 2" tabs in the middle, one inch from the edge:
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
tube Tuesday - a day late and a soapbox taller
Thursday, December 9, 2010
What's old-fashioned?
I'm serious.
The light coming from the front window of this house was not the blue light of a 52-inch telly or an artifically white CFL in a frosted glass torchiere.
And it made me wonder what BooBoo and other under-twelves will think of as cozy when they grow up. Will faintly blue LEDs take-over and will they look upon offices with artificially crisp fluorescent tube lights as quaintly old-fashioned? Will textiles evolve (please) in such a way that polyester 'fleece' will become an artifact? How long will it take for the latest cycle of giant bulky cameras to drop off in popularity in favor of a return to Leica-lensed point-n-shoots like my little Panasonic. Will macrame ever be en vogue again?
It's one of the hazards of having lived through a goodly bit of the 20th century, I think. So much has changed in such a short time that it occasionally sends my head swimming with great wonder about what we have that may be taken for granted, glorified (even if it's not that great) or simply lost forever. After a few minutes of this my brain starts to feel like the buffers in a pinball machine (to drop the swimming analogy) that have been bombarded for a few moments too long. Especially when I start to worry about what things of value may be lost. Something as simple as a Berenstain Bears eBook makes me shudder. Will a story be as valuable if you don't have a tactile sense of your progression from beginning to end? How will they see their place in life if the trend towards 'instant access' continues - will they turn into self-indulgent nihilists because they are always in the moment with no concept of where they've been, what might be coming or just what it takes to get to the end?
This is the point where I usually have to stop myself and go read some Dickens or Verne. They lived in a time of intense social, economic and industrial change. A time where one might easily begin to wonder if the new generation would value their clothes or clocks if they could just go out and buy a new whatever-it-was on any day but a Sunday. And yet their works are filled with both high emotional drama (of the sort the Hallmark Channel can't touch) and, at the end, a sense of optimism that society will go on and children may be deviant little cusses but most of them will not grow up to be sociopaths who want to eat your children.
the internet, on the other hand, is out to phish you for all you've got!
Saturday, July 17, 2010
An open letter to the nation's hairstylists
You do not live in my universe, you are a visitor - I'm the one who has to live with your incompetence, with hair that is now too short to braid, too short to tie up without a ponytail elastic and too short to stay behind my shoulders when I lean over my sewing machine.
You suck and karma's a bitch.
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An open letter to my friends:
When you see me with shorter hair than I've had since primary school, you do not need to come up with an instant polite statement about how I look. I know I look awkward, I know this is weird, I know this is a violation of the natural order of the taraburse, but it's something we're all going to have to deal with for a few months until I can be my normal long-haired self again.
Yes, I will continue to donate to Locks of Love, but it'll take me three years for my next cut at this rate.
And, yes, I will accept wine and cookies in consolation.
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Well-Versed Purse tutorials

The number one complaint from reviewers on Amazon seem to be that it's geared for the young and there aren't any actual patterns. Quite frankly free-forming, template-free sewing is right up my alley and I think I'm mentally hip enough to be lumped in with those 'hip and funk '20's' as one reviewer said in her derogatory voice!
Monday, February 15, 2010
one bowl + double chocolate = brownies
I apologize that I do not have photos, but this was one of those '7 am, just in from shoveling, the sooner I have this in the oven, the sooner I can get out of the shower and eat it' preparations.
Ingredients
1 cup toasted nuts (optional - recommend pecan or walnut pieces)
6 ounces semisweet chocolate chips
2 ounces unsweetened cocoa powder (not drinking cocoa)
8 tbls = 1 stick = 1/2 cup unsalted butter, chopped
3/4 cup sugar
1 tsp vanilla extract (real vanilla, please)
1/2 teaspoon salt
2 large eggs, room temp
7 tbls wheat flour
Preheat the oven to 325 F
In a glass bowl large enough to eventually hold everything, melt the butter and chocolates, mixing until smooth.
Mix in sugar, vanilla and salt until well incorporated.
Mix in the eggs one at a time, beating well after each.
Last, add the flour, stirring heartily for a full minute - you'll know it's ready when the batter is smooth and shiny. Stir in nuts if using.
Dump the batter into a 9" square pan that has been lined with foil, shiny side up, with a little bit hanging over the sides. (Don't butter or flour the foil or pan.)
Bake for 40 minutes +/- or until the top is puffed, cracked and slightly shiny - a toothpick stuck in the middle should come out with a few moist crumbs, but no smear of batter.
Cool completely in the pan (if you can). Pull it out by the foil, peel the foil away and cut. This is a very fudgy brownie, if you want neat and tidy pieces, freeze the uncut brownie for an hour and cut using a sharp knife, cleaning the blade between slices.
tarabu's two cents' worth:
Salt - I know the big boys of tv food go on about the wonders of kosher salt, but I also know that goiter is making a comeback because the health conscious have removed table salt from their diets. Personally, we don't eat a lot of packaged foods and don't add salt to any of our meals, outside the occasional use of low-sodium Old Bay, so I use old fashioned iodized salt in my baking and I have yet to have a complaint that it doesn't have the 'pure, light' taste of kosher salt.
Melting Chocolate - You can either do this over pan of simmering (not boiling) water or in the microwave. If using a microwave, heat on 30% power for 40 seconds at a time. Remember that there is some water in the butter and if it reaches boiling temperature, it will spurt butter and possibly chocolate all over your microwave's innards. And that's a waste of butter and chocolate.
Eggs - Cold eggs taken right from the fridge don't whip well, which is why cookbooks generally tell you to leave eggs at room temperature for a few hours before using. In fact, the 34 - 37 degrees of most refrigerators is too cold for eggs. If you are lucky enough to have a larder that stays betweeen 45 and 55 degrees, that's perfect. If not, set your eggs out for up to two hours before using. If you notice your eggs are sweating, then your fridge is too cold or your kitchen is too warm - if your kitchen is over 70 degrees, set your eggs 'out' in a cupboard so they can lose some of their cool safely.
Cooling - Becuase this is a fudgy brownie, you need to let it cool properly before cutting if you want to have even pieces. If you are a member of chez tarabu, however, you wait five minutes before dumping it onto a serving dish and giving every one present a chunk on a plate and a spoon.
The source:
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Gingerbread Cake

Clarissa recommends eating it spread with butter or served with clotted cream and sliced ginger in syrup.
I say it's also good with maple cream cheese and apple cider. There's no apple cider in my house so I will have to settle for a rum toddy.
*contented sigh*
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Ridiculously Simple Scones
Preheat oven to 425F
In a large bowl blend:
2 cups flour (all-purpose is fine)
2 tbls white sugar
1 tbls baking powder
1/2 tsp salt
Cut into this 1/4 cup (half stick/four tbls) butter or vegan margarine until it is uniformly coarse. A pastry cutter works best, but a couple of knives or a large serving fork can do the job in a pinch.
In a separate bowl blend 1/2 cup light cream (whole milk/soymilk work fine, skim won't do) and one large egg.
Pour wet ingredients into dry and mix quickly until you have a soft slightly sticky dough.
Turn out onto a floured surface and knead gently until it comes together (you'll feel it happen)
Press, pat or roll out until it's about 1/2 inch thick. Cut into rounds using a 2.5 inch biscuit cutter, round cookie cutter or the edge of whisky tumbler* leaving as little space between them as possible, re-roll and cut out the rest of the dough.
Place on an ungreased baking sheet and bake in hot oven for 12 minutes. Cool for a few minutes on the sheet before moving to a rack.
Eat soon (or right away) with a little butter and jam and a cup of tea.

tarabu's 2 cents:
Cutting - I use a 7 oz neat whisky glass and my scones still separate easily for filling, so you do not necessarily need to have a fancy knife-edged metal cutter. A proper metal cutter does make the job easier, and is necessary if you are making very light biscuits that need room to rise. If you don't have a dedicated cutter and are worried about rising, roll your scone dough out into a rectangle and use a very sharp knife to cut 5" squares, then cut the squares into triangles.
Wash - if you want scones like in a shop, brush a little milk over the top and sprinkle with pearl sugar before baking.
Yes, that's a Highlander mug, and yes, I am a dork.