Clues, cold baths, cream, etc.

About that new endeavor I mentioned last month. Not a one of you guessed it, but I’m not surprised. I’ll generously give you some clues:

1. Bent knees.
2. A basement room.
3. Tick-tock. Pop.
4. Women only.
5. Middle Eastern.
6. Huge mirror.
7. Jangly, shimmery.
8. Achy sore.

NOW do you get it?

In other news, last night it was so hot that I ate an ice cream cone while soaking in a cold bath.

Aaaaand, there is no rain in the forecast and I am depressed. And feeling crispy around the edges. The garden is full of impossible-to-pull, tree-sized weeds. It all may just shrivel up and die and I don’t care.

Aaaaand, I finished canning the apricots.

Aaaaand, Goat Cheese Whipped Cream, yes indeed.
From Epicurious

I mentioned I was going to try it, and then I did. The goat cheese stabilizes the cream and gives it a depth of flavor without overwhelming. The whole family loves it. Excellent served with fruity desserts.

3 ounces soft goat cheese (not feta)
1 ½ cups heavy whipping cream
1/4 cup powdered sugar
½ teaspoon vanilla

Whip together till soft peaks form.

Aaaaand, several weeks ago my dad showed the kids this video. Today the kids disappeared into the barn and erected their own physics experiment.

1. Push a bike tire down a makeshift wooden track.
2. Watch as the tire crashes into a piece of plywood.
3. The plywood falls over and lands on a rake handle, pushing it down and launching a ball that is balanced on the other end of the rake.
4. The rake also takes to the air, flies back towards the audience, and crashes to the floor.
5. Much cheering ensues.

The kids realized they were in danger of damaging their tender noggins, so they donned helmets and pillows and even went so far as to build a roofed and walled observation fort.

One year ago: The Miss Beccaboo Reading Situation. No tidy conclusion just yet.
Two years ago: A Fallacy.