solosater

Oh, just noticed your reference to uppity behavior Baldur! I used the same word without noticing it your comment, it must be exactly that if we both can't think of a better descriptive, huh?

And Robin, I love exclamation points!!!

Once again, night all!

!!!

Baldur

There were different approaches to ice cream in the golden era of silver.
An icream fork would somewhat resemble a modern day 'spork'. The tines were rather abbreviated; Other implements resembled little spades.
Using a regular spoon was not unheard of.
Some of the serving pieces resemble paddles or spatulas

Baldur

Goodnight solosater

Baldur

Baldur must also crawl into bed.
Goodnight Robin and any of my virtual voyeurs.

'All Baldur, All the Time'

Robindcr8l

Robin must attempt sleep also right now. Yesterday, while I was sleeping off my night shift during the day, I was awakened by a drumming noise. My son was home sick from school, and is not always cognizant that there is anyone else existing in the entire world, let alone sleeping right above him. I assumed he was playing his version of the drums on the kitchen island. I yelled down to him to stop, but he didn't. I got up out of bed, and realized that perhaps the noise was coming from my bathroom, not from the downstairs kitchen. I walked into the bathroom, and indeed, the drumming got louder. Now I was wondering if my cat was locked in one of the closets. Suddenly I realized the noise was coming from the window. The window is quite small, and way up at the ceiling, just adjacent to the shower. Surely my cat wouldn't be way up there! I moved the shower curtain aside and saw something move in the window, but it was on the outside! Now, keep in mind I was still groggy and half-asleep. I was so confused, wondering how my cat could get to that 2nd floor window from the outside! I looked again and realized the culprit...a large woodpecker! Or perhaps he was his own species called a glasspecker. I tapped on the window, and he sort of scooted aside, but was not really deterred. So I called my son upstairs to apologize for yelling at him, and to show him who was REALLY to blame for the noise! We had a good laugh at that glasspecker, then I scared him off for good. Thought he might come back today, but no sign of him! Crazy bird.

And that is my story of yet another day of sleep deprivation! Good night all. 'All Robin, some of the time!'

Baldur

It's recipe time again at Radio Baldur.
This is an olde timey New England dessert that was served at every restaurant, diner and truckstop. Baldur used to make it quite frequently and is inspired to make it again today.
The grapenuts get soft so this is not like eating gravel custard.

Grapenut Pudding.

Preheat oven to 350 degrees F
Heat 1 quart of milk to scalding and pour it over
1 cup Grapenuts cereal in a 2 quart casserole dish
Allow this to sit for 5 minutes

Meanwhile in a separate bowl whisk together
1/2 cup sugar (some people like a little more but this shouldn't be gagging sweet)
4 eggs
1 tablespoon of vanilla extract
a pinch of salt

Stir the egg mixture into the milk mixture.
Sprinkle the top lightly with nutmeg and/or cinnamon.
Place the casserole in a larger baking pan in the oven and add boiling water to the outer pan to a level halfway up the casserole dish.

Bake for approximately 15 minutes and then gently with a large spoon stir the pudding briefly to distribute the Grapenuts a bit. Otherwise the Grapenuts settle into a layer on the bottom. Some people actually don't stir it and prefer the layered look. It's up to you but Baldur says stir.
Bake for an additional 40-50 minutes until set.
A knife inserted in the center should come out clean.

Serve warm or cold, some people like a dollop of whipped cream on top.

Baldur

Baldur wonders about woodpeckers sometimes, all that hammering must rattle their brains.
I remember the instance where a woodpecker was pounding away at an aluminum (aluminium to my UK audience) downspout.
Obviously there was no insect buried in the metal. This was going on at a neighbor's house, he finally chased the bird away.

Baldur

Some of the local ice creameries serve a variant of this pudding as an ice cream flavor.
It's rather like French Vanilla with grapenuts folded in.
Actually Grapenuts as an ice cream topping are pretty good too, try a drizzle of caramel sauce with it.

Dragon

As for silverware I have my own set purchased from my favorite store, Ikea. Actually I have 2 sets of the same because there are only 4 of each utensil in a set. Ironically the set is called Dragon. The name caught me but it really was my fav of all their utensils.

Dragon

-Ironically +Coincidently (I hate that the word ironic gets used improperly so much of the time, I would much rather not contribute to that)

Dragon

My 2 main problems with these utensils are that 1. No matter what Dick Van Patten tries to tell you, 8 is not enough. And 2. The spoons are tiny. I can make do with a small spoon but these were not designed with any consideration of a man's hand. It just doesn't seem right to use the big spoons as dinner spoons. I wish they'd thought of that.

Dragon

I just had to comment on solo and Baldur's 'Always wear clean underwear' conversation. It gave me a chuckle. I too have never understood that phrase. I always thought as solo did that if I were in an accident I'd probably either soil myself or bleed onto the previously clean undies. But I also wondered what kind of family at the funeral of the dearly departed is going to be saying 'She's going to be terribly missed, but did you hear she wasn't wearing clean underwear, how scandalous!'
And how exactly is your family going to find out. Is the ER doctor going to come out and say, 'We did everything we could to save your daugther but she was too far gone... oh and by the way she had some pretty good skidmarks in her gotchies'

Baldur

Baldur has always believed that one should purchase extra flatware, and double the amount of salad forks and perhaps more than double the amount of spoons.
In the US it seems the trend to use teaspoons for desserts, but not sure how the other countries do things. A teaspoon is really too small for anything other than stirring a hot beverage.
Americans seem to think tablespoons= soup spoons. Soup spoons are a totally different critter A tablespoon makes a proper dessert spoon or a spoon for eating prerpared fruits. How does one re-educate an entire society?

Baldur

prerpared -r =prepared

marius

To answer Baldur's question - give us all the same-sized mouth! Seriously!

marius can eat with "soup spoons" and "tablespoons" however, prefers not. Tablespoons are like gigantic shovels, soup spoons are like snow sledding discs, whereas teaspoons are perfect for everything! Yes, Baldur thinks teaspoons only good for stirring hot beverages, but were he to spend one day with a mouth the size of mine, his mind would change, and quickly! [giggle, am speaking of the mouth's physical, not attitude, size.]

When eating at home, marius has two small salad forks she uses for all meals, and they are the smallest salad forks I've ever seen. When eating out, including homes of friends, I often wonder for whom these gigantic utensils were created! Have adapted, but often feel I am using a pitch fork instead of a table fork.

Have never met anyone else who feels most "standard" silverware is WAY too big, but surely there is someone out there who would agree.

Robindcr8l

Funny, Robin always pictured Marius with a BIG mouth! LMAO

Dragon

My dad was always fanatical about fork size. We had large forks and small forks in the same compartment in our utensil drawer and had to be careful when setting the table that Dad got a big fork. If he found he had a small fork beside his plate he make a frustrated kind of a 'harumph!' sound and stomp into the kitchen, slam the offensive small fork back into the drawer and find a suitable large fork. It made me wonder 2 things (neither of which did I ever bring up) why did we even have the small forks? and if it's such a big stinking deal and we're so incapable why didn't Dad just the set the damn table himself?

marius

You are ALL making me laugh.

Robin, marius DID put a distinction about mouth size in her comment to Baldur. Indeed I have a big mouth, ... but the physical mouth with teeth and all of that is not so big. (LMAO too)

Dragon, that made me laugh about your Dad and his fork preferences! Have witnessed similar situations in life and conclusion I've drawn is that in some way your Dad "enjoyed" harrumphing and stomping into the kitchen to get the right fork.

My spouse has a thing about being tidy. We might be sitting in the family room and he'll say, all kind of agitated, "What is that thread doing on the rug?" It'll be a one inch thread of some almost invisible color. Who knows where it came from. I'll say, "Well, dear, I put that thread there just for you. You know how good it makes you to find things like that and throw them away." We have had this kind of talk so many times that now it's a big joke. marius actually places odd threads and things around the house just so spouse can say, "Why is there a thread there?"

When I go on trips, spouse knows to check his pillow under the bedspread. Invariably there will be a gum wrapper, a piece of tape, something to remind him I love him. We are way to easily entertained. Should not be sharing these things!

marius

And now for a Missouri Moment.

Last night watched DVD, "The Chorus" or "Les Choristes." (Yes, the movie has nothing to do with Missouri except I was in Missouri when I watched it.) And, unless you speak French, you'll have to read sub-titles like I did.

Anyway, so enchanted by the movie and the music. Think it is bread-making or soup-making music. Not sure which, but ordered the sound track today which you can check out at web link below.

As for recommending the movie? Think movies are like food, i.e. people have different "movie-tastebuds" (50 points). However, this was so light, delightful and sweet. Just what I was wanting, in Missouri, last night.

http://www.cduniverse.com/search/xx/music/pid/6768553/a/Chorus+(Les+Choristes).htm

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You are not alone, marius. Despite the fact that I have a habit of voicing my opinions and firmly stand my ground when I believe I am right ... my mouth is ridiculously small. An amusing young niece once told me, in all innocence, that I "haven't got a proper mouth ... it's a baby's mouth". That statement always creates a laugh whenever it is quoted. I can cope with a 'desert spoon' (for those who don't know, it's equal to a double teaspoon in capacity) but tablespoons have me beaten.