Possible Space Rock Found in Beach Town Backyard

Space rock, 1" in length, 1/2" wide, narrowing to 1/4"wide at tip.

The eminent scientist, Dr. C.  Barthalomew.

Dr. Barthalomew does the edible matter test.

Dr. Barthalomew checking the weight.

Dr. Barthalomew testing  the velocity.

An event with possibly humongous ramifications transpired today in a sleepy California seaside hamlet.  Absolutely no one is sure just how far this will go. What was once considered an impossibility has likely happened and one can’t be sure that it will not change the course of history on this planet forever.  It is probable that it will, somehow.

What will very likely be hailed as the discovery of the millennium,  may have taken place today,  when a woman bent over to pick up what she thought was but a slightly unusual rock. Immediately upon holding the rock in her hand, she noticed the fact that it was oddly shaped and weighted.
She observed the elongated and slanted shape, somewhat like a rocket ship.

It was also evident that although the rock was dark, like a hidden dell in the late afternoon,  it had some very slight tinges of orange,  like the edge of the sun just before it disappears from a Texas horizon. The woman mused to herself, “have I found something special?...One never knows...” she continued thinking “...what one might find in one’s own backyard.”

She immediately contacted  family friend, Dr. C. Barthalomew,  a renowned scientist and the family cat.  (As a point of reference, it was he who first suggested the famous Schrodinger’s Cat theory to that thief, Schrodinger, who immediately took the idea and published it.  And it made Schrodinger rich and  famous, while Barthalomew still makes do with Purina,)

Dr. Barthalomew ran some experiments and determined that, indeed it may very well be a space rock, which holds the secrets to the universe. Not only is the G-d particle possibly lodged within the body of the space rock. Probably the fundamental truth about what it is that makes things ....well, things....probably that secret is there, as well. Or somewhere in the vicinity.

The rock is now being carefully stored on a shelf,  in a dark back room of the woman’s house.  It is available for study by any other renowned scientists who have a true interest in the fundamental nature of things,  reality,  and what have you.

Weary Cake Baker Making Do

Today I am making a cake. It is from a Martha Stewart recipe that I found on the internet. When the recipe called for buttermilk, I panicked. I immediately thought...perhaps I can put  little chunks of butter in milk.  It would at least look like buttermilk.  But then I knew it wouldn’t have that rich, sourish taste.

Luckily, upon further study of the recipe, I found that Martha had suggested possible substitute ingredients: One could choose between  sour cream or yogurt.  I have both, but chose the sour cream, knowing I probably would have no other use for the tub of sour cream I had. (I had purchased the sour cream when my eldest son was having some guests over for the evening, a few days prior to this one,  thinking I might use it for a dip and didn’t.)  But I digress.

I don’t usually have sour cream.

The recipe also called for three egg yolks, as well as two whole eggs. It suggested I keep the egg whites to use in the frosting.  However, I won’t be using them in the frosting. My son prefers  a concoction of butter and powdered sugar with vanilla or the other equally loved  cream cheese frosting. Now I have three egg whites stashed in the refrigerator and I wonder where they will end up.

 I have lately taken a keener interest in not wasting...food, time, arcane phraseology.  Actually, I have always had an interest. My good character perching like an angel on my shoudler, holds on for dear life, as I rush through my many tasks. It is because I am so overburdened that I  rush and forget and things lie forgotten and go to waste. I don’t have time to pay attention to that old “haste makes waste,” truism.

Why am I so overburdened the observer might ask?  Are you or were you a wanton lifer? Why all this burden?  Any human with a shred of intelligence would not choose to carry such a burden....Oh, you have set yourself up, have you?  You took on too much, took on too many commitments...that then is your problem. Fool. 

There you go.

Suffice it to say that I messed a little with the recipe.  I may have added too much or not enough salt. That is a story in itself.  And then there was my confusion about spooning flour, as opposed to sifting?  Oh dear. And I ended up adding just a little milk, because the batter looked a little too much like cookie dough and not enough like batter. And my aforementioned  son really likes vanilla. Therefore, I may have added just a little too much vanilla.

Very recently, I took the cake from the oven.  It may be due to the fact that I only slept five or so hours last night and  so I am very tired. So,  when I took one of the pans from the oven, it slipped a little. It kind of banged  on the oven door and a good two table spoons of the cake popped out onto the open oven door. That part was good. The inner oven door was immaculate, as your’s truly had washed it very very well.  And it caught that escaped crumbly like a mother catching her airborne child.  YEA! I grabbed a spoon and stuck it right back where it belonged.

The cake cooled on the rack for a good ten minutes and lo and behold, I was able to get it out of the pans and onto  plates with no further mishap. As I backed away from the cooling cake layers I noticed they were a  little short.  They did rise, but they won’t be basketball players, if you know what I mean.  Now it will cool for several  hours, while I gather ingredients for icing and purchase  candles. Oh, did I forget to mention that it is eldest son’s birthday cake?  Yes, he is but  24.