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A Recipe and other things

Remember the orange-cinnamon loaves I made for Sophie's birthday? I did say that I would post the recipe soon. It's still soon, isn't it? I got this recipe from my mother. She took a bread baking class when I was a little girl and this is one of the breads she learned to make.


Yesterday, I made the foolish decision to have a cyst removed from my back. Hindsight being what it is, I should have waited until we returned from our upcoming beach trip. The surgeon boasted that he had only had two cases with complications. I know this was supposed to be reassuring, however, with the way things have been going here lately, I had my doubts. A few hours after I returned home, something didn't seem right and I went to the mirror to investigate. They had said to expect some slight swelling. Well, it looked like they had implanted a baseball on my spine! I went back to the hospital and they said it was a hematoma and they put a pressure wrap around my body to help reduce the swelling. It is somewhat better this morning, but I cannot lean back in a chair.

Why did I think things might not go smoothly?

1. Our A/C went out again this weekend while we visited my parents. In case you haven't been keeping count, that's three times this summer!

2. My oven that is less than 2 years old, but is no longer under warranty, is not working properly. I think the hinges on the door are sprung, for whatever temperature I set it for, it is about 75 degrees less. If I hold the door tight, it will increase the temp. A home repair is in the works.

3. The reading lights in the van keep blowing the fuse.

4. The garage door opener is possessed, I think. It will randomly decide to reopen itself.


It is almost comical how all these things happen at the same time. Almost.

Now, that recipe I promised:


ORANGE CINNAMON LOAVES


Soften 1 pkg. yeast in 1/4 cup warm water.

Mix 1 cup scalded milk, 1/2 cup sugar, 1/4 cup butter, 1 1/2 tsp. salt, and 3/4 cup orange juice. Cool to lukewarm.

Measure 6 1/2-7 cups flour.

Stir in 2 cups flour and 1 slightly beaten egg-beat wll; add enough remaining flour to make a soft dough. Knead 10 minutes and place in greased bowl. Cover and let rise until doubled, about 1 hour. Punch down- divide in half and roll each half into a 15"x7" rectangle. Combine 1/2 cup sugar and 1 Tbsp. cinnamon and spread on each rectangle. Sprinkle each with 1 tsp. water and smooth with a spatula. Roll up dough and seal edges. Place sealed edge down in loaf pans. Cover and let rise 1 hour. Bake at 350 degrees for 25 minutes. Cool and frost with icing made of 1 cup powdered sugar and 4 tsp. orange juice.




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  1. Oh, poor Jenny....at least there's no more lice?, right?

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