An attempt at biscuits this morning leads me to believe that it's not me, it's the oven. AGAIN with the weird gluey center. I even used real milk, because I like to live on the edge, and it made no difference.
I think it might be the water. The water here is chock full of minerals. It leaves white powder on everything it touches, so maybe it's hard to cook with rock water.
Or maybe it's the margarine versus butter. I'm just trying to keep the dairy to a minimum. I think I will do the next batch with real butter and see if that makes a difference. Our bread turned out OK, though, so maybe it's something else entirely.
We made plain biscuits, no buttermilk. Two cups flour, four teaspoons baking powder, 1/2 teaspoon salt, finger mixed with 3 tablespoons of butter, like you would with pastry. Then add 3/4 cup of milk, roll out to an inch thick, and cook at 350 for 15 minutes.
The weird biscuits are still edible, however, thanks to the blueberry jam we made at the same time. They have wild blueberries here, and they're perfect for making jam. They're really tiny and sweet, and even blue on the inside. All we did was boil equal parts sugar and blueberries, and viola! Jam! It's actually a little runny, so is behaving more like syrup, but I'm not hearing any complaints from the naked biscuit-eater on the couch. This was my first time making jam, and I think I should have let it cook longer before transferring it into jars, but it's still delicious. I highly recommend making your own jam, if it's this easy. I'm guessing it won't keep for 10 years in a jar, but we are eating the heck out of some jam these days.
In other news, J has been sleeping until 6 again, so maybe he's over the 3am thing. Hooray! I've learned not to get too used to good sleep, though. He seems to do better with no nap, although the afternoons require a little more management. Last night he slept from 6:30pm to 5:45 am, so that's pretty good. He did get in with me for a while, but then went back to his own mattress after some head rubbing.
We are going home in 2 1/2 weeks, which is very exciting for both of us. I really REALLY miss my dog. This morning, I was thinking about things I need to do, mostly people I want to visit when I get back, and couldn’t figure out how to see them all. I had FORGOTTEN that I have a car. Sheesh.
Strangely, when I realized the other day that it was three more weeks, not four, I got hysterical, because I'm going to miss my husband so much. He'll be here another month before coming home, and then home for a month before heading off on another job. Luckily, his next job is on an island where they speak English, so he’ll have a very nice time. It will almost be like a vacation for him.
Speaking of his work, we are going to visit him on set today, and pick our very own wild blueberries and strawberries. So hopefully I'll get some pictures from that.
That's it for now. Not too much exciting, but thanks for reading anyway,
-Anne
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