Microwave mystery

Microwave mystery
Getting to know an old home again has it’s benefits and disadvantages.  I can’t figure out one of the icons on the microwave. I’m not sure if I ever knew what it meant but now I am curious. Middle row, right.

I understand the cup with wavy lines over it will heat my coffee.  Defrost and clock are fairly self-explanatory although I would never trust top-brown. So what does it mean? I tried baking a potato with it to no avail.  It looks too smooth for popcorn but I will give it a shot.  The only thing it reminds me of is the Rolling Stones image but what would I cook with that?

Acorn soup fog

Seguin oil house
It’s great to be back on Seguin. Today the fog rolled in and so the foghorn is blowing.  I made a curried apple and acorn squash soup and worked forever to replace a broken window pane.  All’s cozy now.  

The weather report said we had “uncharacteristically high astronomical tides” today.  Something must be up with the moon and the sun.

A long way to go

Distance traveled
After a six hour drive to Popham Beach, ME, our stuff still had a long way to go.  Naturally we arrived at dead low tide and we had to lower everything by boat hook, including two cats, off the fixed pier to the Seguin Ferry below.  On the other hand, low tide exposed the beach so offloading was easy – with the help of friends.

Aldo Leopold bench
Our Aldo Leopold bench continues to stand watch over glorious sunsets.

To the Lighthouse

Crown Point Bridge
We are bound for Maine to finish the season at Seguin Island Lighthouse and close up the island and buildings for the winter.  We will take 2 ferries and a dinghy and hope to keep our stuff (and cats) dry.  

The bridge above is the new Champlain Bridge built with a design voted on by it’s users. Isn’t it pretty?  It’s not done yet but will be soon.

The bridge is now unabridged

The bridge
The road crew returned, put a few more boards and supports down and announced the bridge is unofficially open. With a running start we may make it over the hump.  

I took advantage and went shopping to buy some of the heavy items we’ll need on Seguin Island next week.  Time to plan for a couple of weeks’ provisions.  I just have to take the Deal Island, Tasmania list, convert it from kilos to pounds and divide by six.  Maybe I can just divide by 3 and call it even.

Imprisoned by the Metro

Union Station On a recent trip to Washington, DC I almost became a prisoner of the Metro Station.  I enjoyed using the Metro and it took me all over the “District”, Arlington, VA, and Oxon Hill, MD but  I never understood the toll system.

The stations were clean and quiet and I got a seat on several trains. The platforms were too dark to read the paper but perhaps that doesn’t matter anymore since  most people were reading backlit I-phones and Blackberries.  Or maybe it’s just MY eyes.

The curious part to me, however, is the payment. Unlike the NYC subways, you have to swipe your card again to leave the station.  I guess it’s more like the thruway where you pay for distance traveled.  This was never clearly posted.

On one trip when the swipe machine stole my card, I thought, “No big deal” because it let me enter the station. When it came time to leave, there was no way to open the turnstile.  I was chastised by the clerk who let me out.  My next trip, I held tightly onto my card, only to find there wasn’t enough money on it to spring me out.  I posted bail and finally was released.

Our abridged bridge

The Mabey bridge is here. Or, Mabey, the bridge, is here but it’s the abridged version.  We can walk across the span but there are still some pieces missing and it sits a little funny. Right now it’s steep and a car would probably be airborn heading outbound.

On the other hand, the local kids will enjoy the higher rails next summer, when they attempt to break limbs by jumping off it into the river.  Bridge homeBridge
I look forward to the ribbon cutting ceremony. Perhaps Governor Cuomo will officiate.

Our Daily Bread

Fresh bread

I maintain the habit adopted on Deal Island of baking almost all our bread, english muffins and bagels. I’s a good thing since bread always gets crushed in the backpack and we still have to walk over the bridge.   There’s actually very little hands-on time for bread baking and I use a fool proof recipe that for better or worse, tastes like Wonder bread.  This is a far cry from my early days of bread baking in the ’80’s when failed loaves could kill the chipmunks that found them tossed outside the house.

It requires about 20 minutes of attention during a day when I’ll be around the house for at 3 hours.  Ten minutes to mix it up, 10 minutes to knead, 1 minute to shape the loaves and that’s it.  The rest of the time is spent hanging around and waiting for it to rise in the bowl, the pans and then to bake.  The secret is to add the flour gradually because it’s much easier to add more flour, if the dough is too sticky, then to add water, if it’s too stiff.  I found this bread recipe on the internet, which makes two large loaves and swear by it.   I splurged on two bread pans from Williams Sonoma but the old, well-seasoned pans on Deal Island which worked just as well.  They just need to be large with square corners.

After the dough has risen in the bowl, you divide it in two and pat each portion into a rectangle.  Then roll it up, pinch the ends and put them in the oiled pans to let them rise.  That’s it.  Nothing beats the smell of fresh baked bread.  Bread machines create the same fresh baked smell but the loaves are awkward and small.  There’s something magical about working with your hands and yeast to create something so delicious.

Kneaded dough

Doubled in bowl

Shaping the loaf

In the pan before second rise

Oven ready