Gyngerbrede

Today is wall to wall sports day. College football - three games - and then the Tampa Bay Rays play game 5 tonight. They could have been done with it in 4, but they snatched defeat out of the mouth of victory on Thursday.
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I have been amusing myself with other activities; staring at the ceiling, counting cobwebs, twirling my hair around my finger. Stuff like that. The Mister is glued to the sofa and the TV and loving every minute of the day. His chosen apparel for the day is a pair of gray knit shorts with black stripes on the side and a blue and beige floral print shirt. As a result, I've been doing everything that requires going out in public today.
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The drone of crowds cheering has addled my brain. My mind is cluttered in one syllable words and cow bells ringing. I was able to rouse myself long enough to make gingerbread. M-m-m-m. The scent fills the house and love is in the air. It seemed to be the thing to do, as a cold front came through and it's been a crisp 79 degrees all day.

We'll have it for dessert tonight with some rum raisin ice cream. It may cause The Mister to speak a few words. We'll see.
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Did you know Gingerbread has been around since the end of the 11th century! I found a medieval recipe that you might like to try if you can figure out what it says.
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"Gyngerbrede.--Take a quart of hony, & sethe it, & skeme it clene; take Safroun, pouder Pepir, & throw ther-on; take grayted Bred, & make it so chargeaunt that it wol be y-lechyd; then take pouder Canelle, & straw ther-on y-now; then make yt square, lyke as thou wolt leche yt; take when thou lechyst hyt, an caste Box leves a-bouyn, y-stykyd ther-on, on clowys. And if thou wolt haue it Red, coloure it with Saunderys y-now."
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The spelling looks quite a bit like mine before I click on spell check, so I've had no trouble figuring it out. I didn't happen to have any leves a bouyn handy so I used a recipe from one of my cookbooks.
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It smells like autumn in my house now and sounds like we have 35,000 crazed football fans for dinner. All I know is I'm not feeding them. It will be dinner for two with a sentence or two of good conversation. Plus dessert.

By the way - If you need a hug today - go over and see Devoted

HELP it's Football Season!

Football season has begun. Football minutes are the opposite of dog minutes. 1 football minute lasts on average 5-7 minutes. So, that means a game of four 15 minute quarters lasts about 3 hours plus the pregame ( I call it the hey Bob interviews) and post game discussions which are enough to make a sane person crazy. Before the game 3 to 4 commentators stand there with bad hairdos holding microphones like giant lollipops and grin and ask each other nit wit questions like:

Hey, Bob, what does Michigan have to do today to win. (Score the most points?????? Could that possibly be the answer?????)

Then post game - it goes like this:

Hey, Bob, why do you think Michigan lost their first game (to Utah) today? (They scored less points????? Could that possibly be the answer?)

Michigan has been playing football for 105 years, you'd think they'd be pretty good at it by now.

Football season lasts from now until the beginning of February. You have the preseason games, the games, the play offs and then 2,536,742.1 bowl games and then the Superbowl. You also have college games and Pro ball games. Before football is over hockey starts and they have so many teams they don't end their season until JUNE. There is no hope. All is lost.

The mister has 645 favorite teams and watches 2 to 3 games at a time. - flipping back and forth to check scores. Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Years dinners are planned around game times. Tis done. Hope has gone the way of the dodo bird.