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Sunday, August 10, 2008

Ok, this is weird

On Friday, out of the blue, in the elevator on the way out of my office, I found myself thinking about a moldy, oldie, "where-the-hell did that come from?", Rin tin-tin.

Yes. I was thinking of the television series, so ancient that I doubted anyone, short of other human fossils, like myself, could remember the show. I don't imagine I've thought of the program since...Hector was a pup? Still, I there I was on my way home, musing over Rin-flippin'-Tin, the brave German Shepard. His master was a round-faced kid, the other running dog fascist working hard to rid the west of its aboriginal inhabitants. Why out-of-the-blue was I thinking about Rin-tin-tin?

Flash forward two days, to this morning. My little Sunday ritual - just watching my weekly DVR recording of Sunday Morning on CBS. I watch the show purely for the thrill of its final 30 seconds; that showcases live video of some wonderful bits of wilderness; sometimes it's flowers in a gentle breeze in some Massachusetts meadow, another time it might be alligators in some Texas slough. This morning the wilderness was a herd of bison with adorable red calves, frolicking in Montana's LaMar Valley.

Where was I? Oh yeah, back to this morning! On another enjoyable bit of CBS Sunday Morning, the almanac segment; feature of the week? Yes, it was Rin-tin-tin!

Was I flabbergasted, gob-smacked or thrown for a loop - your choice.

So what can I conclude? Sheer coincidence that out of the blue I thought about Rin-tin-tin and also out of the blue the show was featured on television? Or is there some weird thing going on in which if enough people are thinking of a topic, perhaps their electrical brain waves fly around, setting ideas in to people's noggins?

I wasn't thinking of Rin-tin-tin because I read or saw anything about the dog - it was that sudden; one minute I was pressing the elevator button, wondering if I could catch the 4:15 tram, the next I was pondering Rin-tin-tin. Heh... did my mind pick up airborne electrical thought waves out of the sky? Or does all of this only prove I am certifiably mental? Probably a little of each, but we already know that, don't we?

In other Sunday morning news, I finally baked what I've fantasized about for a couple of weeks now - a nice bread pudding, 1/2 made with fresh blueberries, the other half made with those colorful, juicy Trader Joes' fat yellow/red/deep purple raisins. Oh YUM!


  1. Hey I remember that, may I have the recipe. Mom is here helping dad and I'ma gonna bake er a blueberry pie.

  2. This is one of those recipes you don't need a 'recipe' for after you get used to baking it. All you you have to do is save enough stale bread (or cheat like I do and buy fresh bread - something nice with loads of grain in it).

    Pray a loaf pan with PAM OR line it with baking parchment paper OR skip lining the pan altogether (9 times out of 10 I forget that part anyway).

    Pull the bread apart and put into a loaf pan. The pan should be full just to an inch below the top (or, as mine often does, the bread goo will overflow when baking. You can add raisins, or blueberries, or nothing & mix them into the bread. Melt some butter and pour it over the top of the bread. (few tablespoons, or to save calories, skip that part).

    Ok! Now break 4 eggs into a big bowl - you can get by with two eggs. Now, to your own tastes, grate straight into the egg mixture, some nutmeg (buy whole nutmegs and grate 'em as you need them; it's like you just picked the things from a tree when you do it that way!) Then grate in cinnamon stick (same deal on freshness). Add in a teaspoon or so of vanilla (I pour straight out the bottle). Now add sweetner - either a 1/4 C or so of sugar or honey or molasses, or what-eh-vah.
    Now add 2 cups of milk (or if you are me, 2 cups of soy milk, or oat/almond/rice/hazelnut milk (faux milk) which saves the world from my farting in public.

    Now mix the liquid stuff together to blend, then pour it over the bread. Bake at around 350 degrees for as long as it takes (about 45 minutes, till the center of the loaf springs back).

    YUM! It's funny, I used to think of it as some weird thing my father used to bake. But when I got older it suddenly became like this incredible exotic treat. Eat it for dessert (try it whipped cream or ice cream on top) or have it for breakfast, maybe with a faux sausage patty (I LOVE Morning Star brand soy sausage patties or soy bacon, which I call 'soysage' and 'fakin').

    Let me know if you like it sweetie! I bet it will create some sweet memories for the boys.