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March 19, 2016Posted by on
One of the kids is home this week for Spring Break. His girl is coming over tonight for dinner. He mentioned a couple of days ago about how she was craving hummus, so I said I’d make some. And with hummus you gotta have fresh, homemade pita bread. Don’t you?
I think you do.
One of the interesting things to me about bread is how just about every recipe consists of the same basic ingredients. The cookbook I got the recipe for the pita bread from has a recipe for french bread that I’ve used for years. Except that the pita has less yeast, they are exactly the same.
Anyway, hummus and fresh pita in a little bit. Let me know if you’re coming over.
September 22, 2013Posted by on
Maybe I’ll head to a once a week post that wraps things up for me for the week. Who knows. At least for this week, that’s what I’m doing.
In one 24-hour period, I got three more reviews on Amazon for One Night in Bridgeport. All four stars and all good comments. That brings the tally to 49 reviews (do I have a party when I get to 50?), 28 are five stars, 16 are four stars, 4 are three stars, and 1 is two stars. I can definitely live with that mix. Meanwhile, I’ve got five reviews for Weed Therapy. Need to get at least five more.
I’ve done a really stupid and petulant thing with Weed Therapy. I’ve moved the Kindle price to $4.99. Why? Because nobody was buying it, even at .99. If nobody is going to buy the book at that price, why not increase the price and not have anybody buy it. Yes, it makes no sense. But I was peeved at what was happening. None of the promotional efforts I tried produced any sales. So, $4.99 is it for the time being. Of course, if I get ten reviews and get it featured on ereadernewstoday, the price will be coming down. But not until then.
Speaking of reviews of Weed Therapy, I don’t think I will ever again conduct a Goodreads giveaway. I offered three autographed copies. After the giveaway, I got an email from a Goodreads member who did not win one of the giveaway books. She begged me to send her one anyway. She and her husband are poor, you know. He’s a veteran, you know. She reads books to him, you know. The book sounds so wonderful, you know. We’ll provide two reviews, you know. Two months later. No reviews, no comments. Nothing. From any of the people who got a free copy through the giveaway.
Sales of Bridgeport have definitely slowed down. Two-thirds of the way through the month, I’m at 38 for September. Not bad, but not as well as I was doing for the four months prior. I’m not sure if the book has simply run its course or there’s more I could and should be doing to promote it again.
As I wrote a while back, Deviation is complete. Northville Five and Dime is about half way there. Carlota awaits her future as the third in my series of three longer short stories.
That’s where I’m at when it comes to writing. Where are you at?
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I look at what the House Republicans are doing with funding government and trying to defund Obamacare and wonder if they’ll ever have a clue. Ever. Their grip on sanity seems to get weaker and weaker with each year. I can’t imagine their hoped for shutdown of the government being a successful strategy for them, just like it failed in the mid-90’s. What the people want is a functioning government, Republicans and Democrats compromising and moving the country forward. What they’re getting is dysfunction and disaster.
And for my readers who claim that Democrats and Obama aren’t willing to compromise by agreeing to scrap Obamacare, let’s be serious. This is the President’s signature achievement. Something that much of the country has aspired to for decades. Even Richard Nixon supported universal health care. Demanding that Obama end it before there has been any opportunity to see if it will work is extortion not compromise. Worse than that, it’s extortion based on a complete misunderstanding of what the law does.
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I’ve started running again. A month before I planned on doing so. I couldn’t help it. The bad news is that I’m much slower than I was a couple of years ago. About two minutes per mile slower. The good news is that I’ve “run” five times in the last seven days. Friday night’s run lasted for four miles without needing a walk break. The ol’ groin seems to be stable, although there is soreness in spots I never had soreness before. Soreness is OK, it’s when the whole thing collapses and I can barely walk that is problematic. No collapse yet. If I can run four miles three or four times a week, I’ll be incredibly happy.
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I’ve become addicted to Breaking Bad. After months of people telling me I look like Heizinger, I started watching season one on Netflix. I’m now halfway through season two, watching three episodes Friday night. It’s a story that strains the limits of credibility, but it is definitely a fascinating and intense look at how far a man could go down a very dark path.
Here’s another thing I learned last night when I logged into Netflix to watch Breaking Bad. Never, ever give your kids your account and password information. What they do with it is provide it to their girlfriend and her family so they can use your Netflix account to watch movies and TV shows. When I realized this was happening I changed my password. I am monumentally disappointed with my son and with her family for doing this. I realize it doesn’t cost me anymore, but it feels like theft, like being taken advantage of. How many movies and shows have they watched on my account over the past week? Sixty-seven. In one week. I didn’t go back any further in my viewing history. That was enough.
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I’m spending my Sunday running, writing, doing laundry, watching football, and baking bread. I have this incredible bread book called Artisan Baking Across America. It’s more like a coffee table book than an actual cook book. It’s filled with incredible pictures of bakeries and dough and bread. Fortunately, it’s got a lot of recipes as well. As the title should make clear, this is about making bread in a very old fashioned way. Mix a bit of flour and water and yeast together Saturday night. Let it sit over night. The amount of yeast, however, is so tiny as to be almost non-existent. In the morning, mix that (it’s called a poolash) with more flour and water and maybe some honey and a few other things. And let it rise. Because of the small amount of yeast, the rise is 3-4 hours long. Then you shape the bread and let it rise for a couple more hours before baking.
The end product is this incredible, crusty, airy, bubbly bread with more flavor than you know what to do with. I’m making two loaves of tortano and two loaves of semolina fiolene. Pictures later.
What are you doing with your Sunday?
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Almost forgot … if you’re looking for a little writing challenge, head over here for the second installment of the We Drink Because We’re Poets Seven Day Story Challenge, sponsored by yours truly.