The last time I lived in Colorado, I bought a great book about baking at altitude. I still have that book, and it would sure come in handy now that I’m back. Unfortunately, I haven’t found the box of books that contains my cookbooks. It’s in our storage unit, and I can’t bear to tackle that right now.
However, I have been really excited about cooking and baking again. In the desert, it was too hot to turn on the oven or to boil water. We kept the toaster oven outside and sometimes cooked in that, but the heat made even the food prep indoors difficult.
Since the move, I’ve been on a cooking and baking binge. I’ve made a lavender sour cream cake, several batches of brownies, pancakes, cookies, and more. Much of it tasted good, but none of it was bakery quality.
I love a challenge, so I am going to try to conquer cooking & baking at 5280 feet. In addition to the book I own, there are web sites with guidelines for adjusting recipes for altitude. I’ll work on cakes, pies, and such first. The cooking will be easier; a few adjustments in liquids, salt, and cooking temps/times should do the trick. Then I’ll move on to bread, which has never been my strong suit, even at sea level.
Of course, I also need to pay more attention to more subtle changes in height. While making cookies, I thought I’d speed the process by putting both trays in the oven at the same time. As you can see below, rack placement gave me two very different trays of cookies. Looks like I need to learn to use my new oven correctly, too.
I’m still doing it.
My running partners (Pierogi and Uszka, pictured below) are not helping. Born and raised in the desert, Uszka has discovered the delicious joy of eating clumps of mown grass. I’ve discovered the frustration of stopping mid-run so she can vomit the grass back up. Pierogi throws in a few extra sprints when she spots a squirrel (another creature the pups never saw in the desert).
Today our cool-down became a sprint when they spied a squirrel running from a trash can with a tortilla. Small game and carbs are Pierogi’s two favorite things. (She learned to love the latter when we lived behind a pizzeria. Ravens would ravage the dumpsters and leave pasta and pizza bones around the neighborhood for her to find.) The idea of a squirrel burrito had my pup riled up. Luckily for the squirrel and for me, squirrel and tortilla made it up a tree trunk before we could get to them.
I think I’ll end my C25K posts–or heck, ALL my posts–with a list of things found on that day’s walks. It could be interesting, and who doesn’t love lists?
Recent walk finds:
- dead rat
- dead pigeon
- homeless man trying to sleep in what he thought was a hidden area beneath some bushes
- belongings of another homeless person
- a pile of Flamin’ Hot Cheetos
Dogs tried to eat four of those five things.
Did I mention we’re enrolled in a leash-walking class?
Oh, yes I do. And you know what it means when I start blogging after a long time away: I’m moving again! That tumbleweed at the top of the page seems quite appropriate. Look for tales of moving soon.
Why did we move from the fabulous city of Denver to the small town of Crescent City, CA? The bf (known here as “Doc”) is part of a government program called the National Health Service Corps (NHSC), and his Denver position no longer fulfills the requirements for the program.* He looked for jobs in the Denver metro area, but there were no qualifying positions open at the time. That means there were no open positions with organizations registered with NHSC that scored the correct rating for an NHSC scholar position. He interviewed for two jobs in Colorado outside the Denver area, but neither was a good fit for him at all.