All the fun of a road trip, without ever having to leave the house!

STUCKEY’S PECAN LOG ROLLS

1/4 C. corn syrup
1/4 C. water
1 1/4 C. sugar
1 egg white
1/8 tsp. cream of tartar
1 tsp. vanilla
1 (14 oz.) pkg. caramels
3 T. water
2 C. coarsely chopped pecans

Line a 9 x 5-inch loaf pan with buttered wax paper; set aside.

Combine corn syrup, water and sugar in small heavy saucepan. Cook over medium heat, stirring constantly, until sugar dissolves and mixture comes to a boil. Wash down side of pan with pastry brush dipped in hot water frequently, to remove sugar crystals. Add candy thermometer. Continue to cook until mixture reaches the hard-ball stage (255ΒΊF).

Meanwhile, beat egg white and cream of tartar with heavy duty electric mixer, until stiff but not dry. Slowly pour hot syrup into egg white, beating constantly. Add vanilla
extract. Beat until candy forms soft peaks and starts to lose its gloss. Spoon fondant into prepared pan. Cut into three strips lengthwise, then crosswise in center. Freeze
until firm.

Line a baking sheet with wax paper, set aside. Melt caramels with water in small heavy saucepan, over low heat, stirring occasionally. Arrange pecans on waxed paper. Working
quickly, drop 1 piece of the frozen fondant into melted caramels to coat. Roll in pecans to completely coat. Place on prepared baking sheet to set. Repeat with remaining fondant
pieces, reheating caramel mixture if it becomes too thick. Cut logs into 1/2-inch slices. Store in the refrigerator in an airtight container between layers of wax paper or freeze
up to 3 months. Makes six 5-inch rolls.

concinnity

concinnity kuhn-SIN-uh-tee, noun:
1. Internal harmony or fitness in the adaptation of parts to a whole or to each other.
2. Studied elegance of design or arrangement — used chiefly of literary style.
3. An instance of concinnity.

Concinnity comes from Latin concinnitas, “elegance; harmony of style,” from concinnus, “well put together; pleasing, on account of harmony and proportion.”

Scotto Grotto cave-page concept

Each page will have a different feel, but common to the design (have alt lynx friendly for the old-schoolers & disabled)

Overhead frame with a map of where to go/ What to do… interactive/flash. Not too showy, functional and clean…

1 cave opening, wooden signpost – News (index page) Powered by LJ? perhaps just a simple CGI script. 2nd most dynamic page

2 Gallery (cave paintings) Probably the 2nd most static page
a- Whiteboard to play on?

3 Writing
a-Journal – Stream (of thought) blind fish… wet, and living Most dynamic page.
b-Programming (Mongo’s Firepit?)
c-fiction Veins of some mineral? Is gold to vain? Gems? each a different story? if a vein, perhaps a timeline of creation?

4 links (rear exit of the grotto… a lighted path away to a woodland glade, or down the mountain?), include ring memberships here

5 bio (Stalagtites & mites… most static part of the page… bats?) dedication, credits to assistant(s)?

6 newtcam (imagery is undecided…)

7+ ??? Toybox? Game? Is a guestbook needed, with the journal? Site stats?

I had a freaky dream last night, involving the reanimated and rotting corpses of old movie stars… they were quite large… maybe 2 or 3 stories… small to godzilla, but frighteningly huge to me. (or maybe I was just little kid size? hard to say… the perspective was not something I was paying close attention to.)

I distinctly remember Anthony Quinn and Cesar Romero duking it out, as well as a huge number of other long-dead folk, too. Anes Moorhead and John Wayne… and I knew ( despite a lack of dialogue) that they all wanted to eat the house I was living in. I remember having to get a few things and take off, lest they consume me in their horrible, necrotic jaws, as well as the house. I vividly recall grabbing things of importance like newt and my laptop, and pulling out the top drawer of my dresser to take my goodies. (love letters, misc keepsakes).

I wish that I’d remembered my Zombie knowledge that I have while awake…there’s a big container of salt in the kitchen… I think that would’ve helped to fend them off.

I believe is right… his mention of voo doo to my word of the day a couple of entries back may very well have set off that random crackling of neurons.

oh, and the perils of cloning