The moon woke me. The bedroom was bathed in cool light, which means that I need some blinds. I even took a picture. Since the taking of the picture floated back to me through fog so thick that I would be doing well to remember my name this morning, I was surprised to find that the moon is actually in the shot. Bad shot. In fact, there are two points of light...one must be the flash reflecting from the glass, and the other a nondescript, tiny orb way up high. I should read up on taking photos of the moon. I didn't even attempt to take a photo of the eclipse; although, I did see it and marveled at its beauty.
Late yesterday afternoon I baked a Banana Yogurt Bread and, just like clockwork, I had a call from a friend who asked if the coffee pot was on. We enjoyed a pleasant time visiting, but the bread seemed to take forever to bake. I've adjusted the recipe accordingly.
* ¾ cup Canola oil
* 1½ cups sugar
* 2 eggs
* 1 TBS vanilla
* 1 cup plain yogurt
* 2 or 3 ripe bananas mashed
* ½ tsp salt
* 2 cups King Arthur flour (unbleached, unbromated)
* ½ tsp baking soda (NOT baking powder as you see in the pic)
Mix the first 5 ingredients until smooth adding the mashed bananas last and stirring in.
Combine the flour, baking soda, and salt and stir well before adding to the first mixture. Stir until just blended. Do NOT overmix.
Place in a large loaf pan filling two-thirds full and bake @ 350° for an hour or until a cake tester comes out clean. Allow to cool for 5 minutes before turning out to cooling rack.
It's so cold today after much milder temperatures earlier in the week. A friend emailed me this little poem a few days ago. I attempted to track it down; apparently, it's a forward and any state/province can be plugged in. Let's see, shall we?
Michigan (New Hampshire, Massachusetts, Montana, Manitoba,) Poem
It's winter here in Michigan (New Hampshire, Massachusetts, Montana, Manitoba)
And the gentle breezes blow
Seventy miles an hour
At twenty-five below!
Oh, how I love dear Michigan (New Hampshire, Massachusetts, Montana, Manitoba)
When the snow's up to your butt
You take a breath of winter
And your nose gets frozen shut.
Yes, the weather here is wonderful
So I guess I'll hang around
I could never leave my Michigan (New Hampshire, Massachusetts, Montana, Manitoba)
'Cause I'm frozen to the ground!!
Have a wonderful Thursday and don't forget, LOST fans, tonight's our night!!