All I can say is...just wow.  I've never watched the opening ceremonies before, so I really have nothing to compare it to, but I think they did an excellent job.  I never knew snow and the color white could be so beautiful.  And those whales....how in the world did they do that?  I liked everything except the number with the crazed fiddling clogger who was wearing half a kilt.  I kept expecting Charlie Daniels to start singing "The Devil Went Down to Georgia."  Oops, wrong country.....



BTW, was that a boy or a girl doing the Peter Pan to "Both Sides Now"?  Oh, they just said it was a boy. 



And the skiers and snowboarders coming down from the ceiling on the projected mountains!  David Atkins and his crew did an outstanding job....but then they had better with a $34 million budget! 



I was casting on my slippers for the Ravelry Knitting Olympics and was so enthralled by the show that I almost forgot to knit!   :)

So yesterday while we were having our regular weekend snowstorm I was hankering for some French bread.  Do you know how many recipes there are online for French bread?  Only about a gazillion, but they are all mostly the same so I just picked one and ran with it.  I thought the dough was a little bit stiff, but decided to consider it an upper body workout and just kept kneading.  The recipe made two loaves and they didn't raise as much as I thought they should, but I baked them anyway.  One was just normal French bread and the other was the herb bread that I was hungering for.











My first clue as to the texture of the bread should have been whan I was slicing a piece off.  A hacksaw would have been handy to get through it.  It was a little dense.  I ate two pieces even though my teeth protested.  I dug the empty yeast packets out of the garbage and checked the expiration date and they are good until 2011.  But I think the poor yeast died an early death.  This morning I gave one of the loaves to Tim and told him to take it outside, break it up, and give it to the birds.  After he went out, I heard a loud noise and looked outside.  There was Tim pounding my French bread on the steps trying to break it up to give to the birds.  He was whacking it pretty hard, but may have lost some power in his swing, as he was laughing so hard.  He finally got it broken up into three pieces and tossed onto the snow on the lawn.  The last I looked, there were two jays fighting over it but it didn't look like they'd made a dent in it yet.  I think I'll take them out some birdseed in a little bit.



Another thing I made yesterday was dulce de leche, which is literally translated from Spanish as "milk jam".  It's actally a delicious caramel sauce that is to die for.  Alton Brown made it on Good Eats but it involves cooking milk and sugar on the stovetop and standing there stirring it for about two hours.  I had heard that you could also make it from condensed milk, so I went online and found several recipes.  The most intriguing involved taking an unopened can of sweetened condensed milk and boiling it in a pan of water on the stove for two to three hours. 



Now this sounded like a recipe for disaster to me, but there were many testimonials online from people who had made it numerous times and never had a problem with it.  So I got down a can of SCM and my largest saucepan and started boiling.  The only warning about this recipe is to make sure the can is covered by water at all times.  Otherwise it might explode.  So I boiled it for 2-1/2 hours and kept peeking at it and refilling the water to make sure the level didn't go below the can.  After it cooled, I opened the can and tasted it.  It was caramel colored heaven!  So I used it on Tim's birthday cake, but there was so much chocolate on the cake that it was hard to taste the dulce de leche goodness.



So yesterday I tried the other recipe....the one where you take a can of SCM, put it in a pressure cooker with water and cook it for 20 minutes.  I figured, why not?  If it did explode, the pressure cooker should stop the worst of the can shrapnel and caramel lava, plus I could stay in another room while it cooked.  So that is what I did.







This is the pot and can after cooking but before opening the can.  As you can see, no disasterous explosions ensued.







And we got the same caramel goodness with only cooking it for 20 minutes.  I think a bowl of frozen yogurt with a dollop of dulce de leche is on the menu for dessert this evening.  Calories?  Fat?  It's winter and we need some extra insulation while the snowstorms rage!   Tim had a snow day today because the bus couldn't make it up our road, so we've been futzing around in the kitchen and on Xbox all day.  At least when we keep busy, the cabin fever doesn't get quite so bad.   :)

At least the cake tasted good.  Tim got a kick out of the odd shape and texture and he loves dulce de leche, so that  was what he asked me to make more of.  WTH...I can't get the italics to turn off.



Here is the cake after I put it back together one more time...







Yeah, it doesn't look much different, does it?  Tim took the Mustang off the top of the cake right away to save it from any more earthquakes or landslides. 







He blew out his candles and we sang Happy Birthday to him.  BTW, Tim and Ram are morning people, so this was about 6:30 a.m.  As we were singing, we heard a third voice join in.....







See the bird cages behind Tim?  Our two cockatiels were still in their night cage (the covered one) and Angel decided he wanted to sing for Tim's birthday.  He was still singing as I took this picture and Tim thought it was kind of neat.







This is Angel.  He got to join the party.



Then it was time for the gift.  Another good laugh was had by Tim and Ram at the gift wrapping.





But at least the right gift was inside.





He liked it and thinks it is the bomb.  In fact, he used it right then and there.

 

Tomorrow, how not to bake French bread and what the heck is dulce de leche?



*Edit*

I am a child of the 60s and all I can say is, WHO???  I think they need to go back to the nursing home they came from!!!  OMG!!  The only good part was when they sang "Who are you?"  and the audience drowned them out!

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Thursday:  Stuck in a webnar via gotomeeting...it started at noon...it's now 12:30 and one person can't figure out how to join the meeting online.  Why is it always that way?  There is always one who needs hand holding and holds everything up for the rest.    I've been sitting here with my headset plugged in reading OD for 30 minutes. 



Friday:  Tomorrow is Tim's 16th birthday.  He's been shaving for two years and I think he was getting tired of always cutting himself at least twice every time he shaves.  I don't think he'll ever get the hang of a "safety" razor.  So I ordered an electric shaver for him online at walmart.com and paid for rush shipping (cause I'm so organized you know and ordered it on Sunday).  Yesterday I was getting nervous that it hadn't come yet when I paid for overnight shipping and it had already been four days.  Tim went out to the shop to get something and came in carrying a box.  He told me he had found it propped against the shop door.  Stupid FedEx had left it out there.  I don't know what the driver was drinking or smoking that day, but it isn't that hard to tell the difference between our house and shop. 



Tonight I finally opened the box so I could put the present out for Tim to find in the morning.  Did I mention that I paid extra for gift wrapping?  When I opened the box and removed the packing, at first I wasn't sure what I was looking at.





So I reached in and picked it up.







Hmmm.......







Yeah, it's just what it looks like....a black pillowcase tied with a white ribbon.  Some people may think it's cute, but I don't consider it appropriate wrapping for a birthday present.  You can believe Walmart got an email from me right that moment.  I haven't even opened the bag to see if it is the shaver I ordered.  I'm afraid to.



Since Tim was in bed and it was getting late, I decided I'd better get his birthday cake put together.  I decided to go all out this year for a sorta special birthday and baked a four layer devils food cake with filing between the layers alternating between caramel and homemade chocolate ganoshe, frosted with chocolate fudge frosting.  Sort of my version of death by chocolate.  A couple of months ago, Tim and Ram bought an old (1978) Mustang together and are fixing it up in the garage.  Yesterday while I was getting gas at Stamart,I found a scale model Mustang just the right size for the cake.  I bought Kit-Kats to make a road on top of the cake and put the Mustang on the road.  After I finished with frosting the cake, I noticed that it was leaning a little bit and straightened it up, then decided that if it was in danger of sliding apart, I'd just put it in the deep freeze to firm it up for awhile.  I went to check it a few minutes ago and this is what I saw.











The top layer cracked apart and slid off the next layer.  The second layer has slid forward off the third layer.  I think I'll just leave it there and try to put it back together in the morning.  That's what I get for trying to be all "cheffy" as Tim calls it.  At least he should get a good laugh out of it tomorrow.  I just had an idea....maybe I should put the cake in the pillowcase.  See?  I just can't win! 



 

Holy smokes, where did December go?  I turned around and Christmas was over and it's already a new year.  Our Christmas was nice despite the snowstorm that dumped 25 inches of snow on us.  We were going to have Christmas Eve at Ram's parents house which is about 100 miles away and then the Saturday after, the 26th, our daughters and their families from Fargo were coming out to the farm for our Christmas dinner.  Nothing went as planned. 



It stormed from Wednesday afternoon clear through Saturday morning.  I had two turkeys, a huge ham, and a ton of other food to cook for Christmas and only the three of us to eat it.  Ram was finally able to get his big 4WD pickup out of the yard on Sunday and we loaded up all the food and took it into Diana's house in Fargo, where everyone met and had a wonderful day.  On Monday Ram borrowed a skid steer from his boss and cleaned out our yard and Tim and a friend cleaned off the two-plus feet of snow on the roof.  I took pictures.





That's my Rodeo under all that snow.











Big weird ribbon icicle.







Ram trying to get his big (very dirty) pickup out of the yard.  It took him over an hour, but he did it.  Yeah, picture was taken through a window, okay?







I did go out for a walk the next day though.  The house doesn't look too bad from this angle.







Riley says, "enough, let's go finish off that turkey!"