Though I overslept and, hence, the cookies almost didn't get delivered, always remember that where there is a birthday, there is a way! |
On Tuesday, Mr. One had a birthday! Now, the thought of Mr. One celebrating without his wonderful little family made me pretty sad, so--late Monday night--I started to bake him a birthday treat. This project proved to be a bit more challenging than I had anticipated.
Problem no. 1: We didn't have loads of ingredients for baking. By the time I started baking, our usual grocery store was closed and--even though I love Mr. One--there was no way I was venturing out to the aptly deemed "un"-Safeway.
So, I had to make due with what we had.
Problem no. 2: As I started to bake, I realized why--when I'm in DC--I usually bake at One's house. I do this not just because I like to bask in her delightful presence, but also because I like to take advantage of her super snazzy kitchen. Well, let's just say the kitchen I was working in was less well equipped...I didn't even have a rolling pin--let alone cookie cutters! . . . or cookie sheets.
Despite these setbacks, the spirit of birthday prevailed. I was somehow able to create a batch of cookies that conveyed an appropriate sentiment--and tasted pretty good too!
I know that some people have horrible in-laws, and I don't mean to brag, but we totally lucked out in this family. We love our sisters in law. They are wonderful friends and beautiful people, inside and out. This is in NO way to minimize them.
But we really hit the jackpot with our brother in law. If we loved him anymore, it would be indecent. And though it's always hard to let a sister go, there is no one who we would have wanted brought into our family more than him... though I could give up the doggies :)
But we really hit the jackpot with our brother in law. If we loved him anymore, it would be indecent. And though it's always hard to let a sister go, there is no one who we would have wanted brought into our family more than him... though I could give up the doggies :)
So here is a poem for Mr. One, who's more like a brother than an in law.
Urban farmer,
Doggie charmer
That is Mr. One.
Crunches digits
Fixes widgets
for us and Mrs. One
Smart and funny
Mostly sunny
A first rate citizen.
Does our taxes
Sends our faxes
I told you he's a gem
Can build houses
Rarely grouses
Helps with all he can
We are grateful
It was fateful
Our sis married this man!
Happy Birthday Mr. One!
With love, all of the TD's
I am in the midst of a lot of writing and a lot of writing is often accompanied by a lot of frustration. But with this simple guide to writing a speech, you can entirely avoid that by following these simple steps.
1. Write down what you want to say.
2. Edit what you want to say brutally.
3. Edit it again.
4. Take what you want to say to someone who says things well.
5. Have them tell you what you are saying is not what you want to say at all and start over, now with a better idea of what you really want to say.
6. Write down what you really want to say.
7. Repeat 2 an 3.
8. Take speech back to said person, and have them tell you what you really want to say wasn't said well.
9. Write what you really want to say, well.
10. Repeat 7.
11. Go back to said person again, and have them tell you yet again that what you really wanted to say well really isn't much better.
12. Cut half of your speech.
13. Ignore 11. Insert extra humor.
14. Give speech really well.
15. Repeat.
1. Write down what you want to say.
2. Edit what you want to say brutally.
3. Edit it again.
4. Take what you want to say to someone who says things well.
5. Have them tell you what you are saying is not what you want to say at all and start over, now with a better idea of what you really want to say.
6. Write down what you really want to say.
7. Repeat 2 an 3.
8. Take speech back to said person, and have them tell you what you really want to say wasn't said well.
9. Write what you really want to say, well.
10. Repeat 7.
11. Go back to said person again, and have them tell you yet again that what you really wanted to say well really isn't much better.
12. Cut half of your speech.
13. Ignore 11. Insert extra humor.
14. Give speech really well.
15. Repeat.
The kids and I are having the most marvelous time in Hungary. Here are a few shots from our day trip to Sentendre, a criminally charming town just up the Danube.
Three Princesses |
After exploring the town square and taking in some amazing views of the Danube flanked by countless gingerbread churches, we went in search of the Hungarian national treasure which is lángos (a.k.a. garlicky, fried, sour yeast dough). We crept back through a walkway which was so narrow, two people couldn't pass without turning sideways and getting to know each other... really well. I think it's a subtle way of reminding potential customers of the magnitude of their own girth before they make a commitment to so many empty calories. But we were not deterred. Finally, we tumbled into a tiny, terribly adorable, courtyard where they have what Jutka swears is the best lángos in the country. And if Jutka says it, it must be true.
Princess H called it a "Giant Cheese Doughnut." Which is really quite accurate. I prefer mine straight up, with lots of garlic... |
Tiny has blossomed into the only truly bilingual member of the family, meaning he speaks Hungarian as well as he does English. Which is not very well. One phrase he has mastered and which he uses with great aplomb is "adod ide!" which means "give it to me!" After one bite of the pungent fried awesome which is lángos, he hollered this so loundly and with such clarity, the whole crowded courtyard full of hungry Hungarians burst out laughing. It was a choice moment.
After a delightful stroll through the cobbled streets, we stumbled upon a little afternoon festival, complete with csárdas-tooting band, which thrilled Tiny almost as much as lunch. A nice man used his pocket knife to cut a balloon for the Princess from the bunches decorating the square (which I'm sure he wasn't really supposed to do), which made her joy truly complete.
Hajra for a perfect day!
And Mr. One gets here in less than 48 hours!! Yipee!!!!!
You can't really tell, but he is resplendently happy. Or maybe this is his Food Coma Face. |
And then there was fagyi... |
Hajra for a perfect day!
And Mr. One gets here in less than 48 hours!! Yipee!!!!!
As promised, here is the recipe for Jutka's süti! The measurements are Euro-metric, and while you might not all have a food scale, you do all have the internet! I'm sure you can figure it out...
Jutka's Lemon Cake with Roasted Fruit
4 eggs, separated
20 dk butter
20 dk sugar
20 dk self-rising flour
1 lemon*
fruit*
1/3 c. brown sugar* mixed with 2 tsp cinnamon (I eyeballed this last measurement, so just do what looks good to you)
Details after the jump!!
Beat the egg whites to stiff peaks and set aside. (If you beat the whites first, you don't need to wash the beaters. Brilliant!). Mix together the butter, sugar and egg yolks until smooth, then add in the zest and juice of the lemon. Gently sift in the flour while continuing to mix the batter, then fold in the egg whites until just incorporated. The batter will be quite thick and very fragrant. Spread it out carefully in a large, well-buttered tart dish. Arrange your fruit on top and give it a generous sprinkle of cinnamon sugar. Pop that baby in the oven at 375 for about 35 minutes, or until the top is gloriously browned, and the fruit is roasted to glistening perfection. This tastes as good as it looks, which is saying a lot.
*A few words about fruit, flexibility and ingredients. Hungarian "brown sugar" is more like what we would call rapadura or raw sugar at home. I think you could use granulated sugar or brown sugar, too, but if you're looking for precise results, I'd go raw.
A few suggestions for mixing it up: Tonight, Jutka made this with lemon and 4 or 5 big plums, sliced in crescents. Last week, she used vanilla, apples and fresh blackberries. She says you can use whatever fruit is in season and looks good. He favorite is strawberries (halved) with 1-2" pieces of rhubarb and lemon. She also says a layer of roughly ground walnuts or pecans under the fruit, or a sprinkling of sliced almonds on top of the fruit is delicious (how could it not be?!). Sometimes she foregoes cinnamon alltogether in favor of something else. I'm thinking this might be a szupér vehicle for the first ripe peaches of Summer, with a little candied ginger whirled in the food processor with the sprinkling sugar.
Since this is such a simple recipe, the really important thing is to use the very best ingredients. Jutka gets flour imported from Italy and butter from France or Ireland. The eggs and fruit are organic, from a farm not far from here. Of course, Jutka's Gold Standard might be a little hard to replicate, but it definitely is inspirational, and the pudding is proof that she certainly knows what she's talking about!
Jutka's Lemon Cake with Roasted Fruit
4 eggs, separated
20 dk butter
20 dk sugar
20 dk self-rising flour
1 lemon*
fruit*
1/3 c. brown sugar* mixed with 2 tsp cinnamon (I eyeballed this last measurement, so just do what looks good to you)
Details after the jump!!
Beat the egg whites to stiff peaks and set aside. (If you beat the whites first, you don't need to wash the beaters. Brilliant!). Mix together the butter, sugar and egg yolks until smooth, then add in the zest and juice of the lemon. Gently sift in the flour while continuing to mix the batter, then fold in the egg whites until just incorporated. The batter will be quite thick and very fragrant. Spread it out carefully in a large, well-buttered tart dish. Arrange your fruit on top and give it a generous sprinkle of cinnamon sugar. Pop that baby in the oven at 375 for about 35 minutes, or until the top is gloriously browned, and the fruit is roasted to glistening perfection. This tastes as good as it looks, which is saying a lot.
*A few words about fruit, flexibility and ingredients. Hungarian "brown sugar" is more like what we would call rapadura or raw sugar at home. I think you could use granulated sugar or brown sugar, too, but if you're looking for precise results, I'd go raw.
A few suggestions for mixing it up: Tonight, Jutka made this with lemon and 4 or 5 big plums, sliced in crescents. Last week, she used vanilla, apples and fresh blackberries. She says you can use whatever fruit is in season and looks good. He favorite is strawberries (halved) with 1-2" pieces of rhubarb and lemon. She also says a layer of roughly ground walnuts or pecans under the fruit, or a sprinkling of sliced almonds on top of the fruit is delicious (how could it not be?!). Sometimes she foregoes cinnamon alltogether in favor of something else. I'm thinking this might be a szupér vehicle for the first ripe peaches of Summer, with a little candied ginger whirled in the food processor with the sprinkling sugar.
Since this is such a simple recipe, the really important thing is to use the very best ingredients. Jutka gets flour imported from Italy and butter from France or Ireland. The eggs and fruit are organic, from a farm not far from here. Of course, Jutka's Gold Standard might be a little hard to replicate, but it definitely is inspirational, and the pudding is proof that she certainly knows what she's talking about!
April Fools! I got you good!!!
On this blog, we have no shortage of Princess H and Tiny stories. However, they are not the only little people in the TD clan. Brother T and Mrs. T have an adorable brood of brilliant boys, and I've been able to spend a lot of time with them over the past few days (partly because of Princess H and Tiny's absence). I've been able to re-appreciate what a flock of handsome little geniuses they are. They make me self-conscious about my 1/3/5 year old self.
On this blog, we have no shortage of Princess H and Tiny stories. However, they are not the only little people in the TD clan. Brother T and Mrs. T have an adorable brood of brilliant boys, and I've been able to spend a lot of time with them over the past few days (partly because of Princess H and Tiny's absence). I've been able to re-appreciate what a flock of handsome little geniuses they are. They make me self-conscious about my 1/3/5 year old self.
The Professor, who has graciously tutored his brothers in all things dinosaur. Instead of playing 'cat and mouse' with these kids, we play 'ptychodii and mollusk'. I'm always the mollusk. |
Georgie -- can you say DREAMY?! I have a total baby crush on him. |