Archive for December, 2022
I had no idea
December 27, 2022
This is a Russian Tea Biscuit.
I grew up in a suburb on the east side of Cleveland where we had a plethora of independent, and excellent, bakeries. Russian Tea Biscuits were a part of the bakery scene.
It was not until recently that I read that the large (massive) pastries were unknown outside of Cleveland.
People talk about Russian Tea Cakes . . .
These are from Betty Crocker – and are in my vintage Betty Crocker Cookbook.
These are Russian Tea Cookies . . .
Not even close.
These are also “Russian Tea Biscuits” . . .
Similar, but tiny. These are what I would call rugelach, a pastry relative.
The REAL Russian Tea Biscuits are large, ~3″ x 4.”
Here’s the whole story from Washington Jewish Week. I get mine at Davis Bakery, or The Stone Oven.
The Catwalk
December 23, 2022
Our beautiful Hobbes pussyfooting around on the mantle.
Yes, he is a large cat.
Contemplating fusion
December 20, 2022
Following up on the recent announcement that a nuclear fusion reaction has been accomplished that yielded a net increase in energy (!) I offer this explanation of the reaction from Visual Capitalist.
Also, I have read about many countries and U.S. states abandoning their nuclear energy producing facilities, so I was interested to read this story about nuclear facilities in the U.S. – also at Visual Capitalist. Including the fact that the USA is the world’s largest producer of nuclear energy.
Happy Tuesday!
Dear Santa,
December 14, 2022
Lego-loving, indeed! Lego has recreated one of my FAVORITE buildings – not 1:1 scale, but still pretty darn big. And it is beautiful!
The company recognizes that Legos are not just for children and is responding to the adult market, as well.
I love that you have the option of building Gustaf Eiffel’s office on the top floor of the model. See earlier post.
I am afraid my cats might love it, too.
Happy St. Lucia Day
December 13, 2022
Saint Lucia was an early Christian martyr, killed by the Romans for her religious beliefs. As with all martyrs, she met a grim end, yet her memory is celebrated on this day in a variety of beautiful ways that relate to hoping for the return of the light during the dark days of winter, see the Britannica reference below.
I think the white dresses and red sashes on young girls who bear platters of saffron buns is a lovely image. The thought of children wearing a crown of lighted candles on top of their long, flowing hair, however, is terrifying.
And here is a tattoo
Gunsmoke and Knitting 