Orange & Yoghurt Pancakes

By Massimo L. (Own work) (Public domain) via Wikimedia Commons.

This weekend’s cooking featured Orange & Yoghurt Pancakes from the February 2011 issue of delicious. The recipe is a bit fiddly – lots of different bowls of things need to be prepared, and it stretch the resources in my (admitted under-equipped) kitchen. To simplify things, I decided to serve the pancakes only with Greek yoghurt and the berry compote – no messing around paring orange peel – but if I were to make this for brunch with guests (as I almost certainly will) I’d give my guests the choice of all the possible toppings. Because I’m still getting to know my kitchen, I burned quite a few pancakes before I’d worked out the right burner to be using, and the right setting for that particular burner, but once I’d worked it out, the pancakes were delicious, and smelled divine.

Sick

On Monday, I fell into the Charles River, submerging my head, albeit briefly, into its murky waters. On Thursday, I had the beginnings of a sore throat. Coincidence? Probably. This isn’t the first time I’ve been submerged in the Charles River, and I seriously doubt it will be the last. The other occasions (I’ve been thrown in twice before, and this was my second time falling in) haven’t resulted in any illness.

The sore throat, however, has escalated into a proper cold. It’s funny how these things happen: on Thursday, I almost thought I was imagining it, but on yesterday, at a conference in Connecticut, it became more and more evident that this wasn’t just going to be something I was going to shrug off. Plans to go to the gym on my return to Cambridge were shelved, and I’ve had a very lazy sick day, today.

On the bright side, I have made it out of the house (if only to visit the public library and mail a birthday card), I hosted a small, impromptu brunch (even making everyone scrambled eggs!), I’m nearing the end of Digging to America (which I have a sneaking suspicion is going to end in a completely predictable way), and the cardigan for my soon-to-arrive cousin is nearing completion. The knitting and seaming is done. Next weekend I’ll visit Windsor Button to pick up buttons for the closure and sew in the ends – then I’ll be done. I’m really happy with how it looks. Weather and health permitting, I’ll take some progress photos tomorrow.

With the cardigan close to finished, I’ve also been working on my Lenten Rose Socks. These have suffered a reasonably serious setback. After turning the heel, I tried them on, and could barely get them over my foot. My intention is to give these socks to Rinske, either for her birthday if I can finish them in a speedy fashion, or for Christmas, if I don’t make that deadline, and I can’t imagine her feet are smaller than mine. I unraveled the completely, and started over with a larger needle size, and loose thoughts in my mind. I’m still not at the point I was before, but things are going much more quickly the second time around!

Decadent Scones

We’ve been having the most glorious weather for the Columbus Day weekend, and I’ve been enjoying it and relaxing. This morning I went to Karen’s house for brunch, which was lovely. The bike ride over was really nice, and when I got there, I found mimosas, interesting people, and lively conversation. You can’t ask for much more than that.

Karen had asked us all to bring something, so I made Decandent Scones this morning before I set out (what productivity so early on a Sunday morning!). I generally make these with dried cranberries, and they are pretty good, although they’re most definitely an American scone (nothing wrong with that, but it’s good to know what you’re getting).

Last Week in Boulder

After hiking up Grey’s Peak on Saturday, I was exhausted. I ended up falling asleep with my clothes on, and with the light on, waking up as my roommate came home. I still had the car on Sunday, and was determined to use it – Karen and I decided to make a day of it.

We started with brunch at Lucile’s, which was delicious. We had a reasonably long wait, but we weren’t in a hurry, and it was worth it. My main complaint with Lucile’s is the serving sizes – they are absolutely huge. I couldn’t make my way through even half of my serving, and brunch isn’t really a food that is easily taken home and re-heated (especially when it involves eggs).

After brunch, Karen and I headed out in search of natural springs. We ended up, after having passed up closer options as too full of children, etc., at Strawberry Park Hot Springs, just north of Steamboat Springs. The drive to Steamboat Springs was spectacular – we drove through the Rockies and had views of the mountains, and of the ranches nestled in the valleys. Lots of horses and greenery.

Strawberry Park Hot Springs is wonderful. They have two sources of water – one a natural hot spring, and one cold from the river. These are mixed in varying ratios in rock pools. It was very pleasant to float on one’s back and feel the aches from hiking melt away.

We had dinner in Steamboat Springs and then drove home. The last bit of the driving was a little hairy – mountain roads at night with no street lighting – but we made it home in one piece, and very happy for having soaked in the springs.

Yesterday (Monday) I was so tired that I fell asleep in all my classes, and slept through dinner. Instead of eating the less-than-spectacular dining food I was forced to go out to dinner. I ended up at the Boulder Teahouse, which is wonderful. The teahouse was a gift to Boulder from its sister city in Turkmenistan. It is incredibly vibrant and colorful. I sat outside by the river and enjoyed a simple pasta meal, followed by rice pudding and a dessert tea. A perfect way to end the day.

Good Times in Boulder

The second half of my first weekend was at least as good as the first. I managed to rent a bike I started with a cruiser, which was cheap, and a lot of fun to ride, but I quickly realized that there isn’t a flat street in Boulder. Gears aren’t really a bad thing sometimes. I went back today and changed it for a bike with gears. Not nearly as much fun, but much easier to get up the hills.

Once I’d organized a bike for myself I rode into the downtown area. I picked up postcards, some new stationery, a journal (which I intend to use to keep track of things I’m knitting, all in one place) and a guide book for Vancouver, which I’m hoping to drive to while I’m in Seattle. I’m still in the business of looking for a waterproof shell/jacket – hopefully on sale. They seem so expensive otherwise.

Today I had lunch with a bunch of girls at Lucile’s, which is something of a Boulder institution. They serve southern cuisine (Louisiana, specifically), and I ate a lot of things I’d never eaten before: beignets, buttermilk biscuits, and grits. It was good, but it was a lot of food – I didn’t feel like eating again until late this evening.

There were plans to hike to a lake to swim this afternoon, but this was thwarted when a thunderstorm rolled through. Instead, I went home, where I collapsed, and then did my laundry. Not exactly an exciting Sunday night in…