Mama Bear Gets Tough with her Baby

A big Thank You to my Aunt Irene for sending this video--and you have to love this Mama Bear, who is determined to get her mischievous baby out of that tree! I could identify with her.

Enjoy!

And P.S. Happy Birthday to my sister Dana!

By Angela on Wednesday, August 31, 2011 @ 7:00 AM

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Ane Mulligan Says: 10:09 AM

That's adorable! I got a good laugh out of it.

Anonymous Says: 1:30 PM

That is wonderful! I kept thinking what would I have done? Clyde

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So I'm still on a baking kick . . .

Cade's Challah

. . . and bread is my latest fixation. Ciabatta . . . focaccia . . . challah . . . brioche . . . yum! I've been making bread like a fiend, and then sending loaves off to neighbors and friends.

Yesterday I was making Challah and nearly burned out my Kitchenaid mixer, so I had to spend half the day researching the latest models so I can find something that's up to the task of bread-making. Anyway, after I braided two loaves, I thought about the boys across the street (ages 10 and 8, I think) who, bless their hearts, like my bread. So I called their mother and asked if they wanted to come over after school and braid their own loaves.

Long story short, they did. They braided their own loaves, took them home to let them rise and bake, and then sent me pictures. :-)

Chance's Challah

Ciabatta

Click/zoom to see the neighborhood sentry

Ciabatta dough getting ready to run away

The Bread Factory

The other day I made a ciabatta dough, plopped it in the biggest bowl I had, and went off to take a shower. By the time I came back, it was climbing out of the bowl. So from now on, I think I'm just going to leave the dough on the counter and cover it with damp (clean) dish towels. :-) That works better. (The ciabatta photo is the one that looks like plaster footprints.) :-)

Enjoy! And I hope you can take some time out to bake something today. It's therapeutic!

P.S. And yes, I'm sure my next book will feature a bakery!

~~Angie

By Angela on Tuesday, August 30, 2011 @ 9:23 AM

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BJ Says: 9:38 AM

Fervently wishing I lived close to you, Angie. LOVE homemade bread!

Kay Day Says: 11:59 AM

Check out Bosch mixers. That's what I have. I can do 5 loaves at a time in that thing. It's more cumbersome and takes up more room, but if you'll be doing a lot of bread it's worth it.
That bread looks yummy! I haven't baked bread much since we found out my son can't have gluten. But I may have to again as soon as it cools off.

Angela Says: 12:44 PM

They make gluten-free flours, Kay. Can't remember exactly where I saw them, maybe www.kingarthurflour.com? Try googling.

Angela Says: 12:45 PM

I will check out Bosch. I just tried my old mixer; it's officially dead. Sigh. I feel helpless without it.

Anonymous Says: 10:29 PM

Your book could be a baking mystery. Who killed the mixer?

I'm with BJ! Your neighbors are truly blessed -- in so many ways. And Angie, I love your neighborhood sentry. Is he, perhaps, looking for Irene to warn you all ahead of her arrival?

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Feeling stressed? I've got just the thing.

I hope none of you were hurt or damaged by Hurricane Irene. Any damage reports? It completely passed over our western coast of Florida, so though we did have a small storm Sunday morning, it was nothing compared to the hurricane.

Many thanks to my pal Suzie T who sent this video to me . . . ah. Close your eyes, still your mind, and listen. You'll want to listen over and over again.

Peace to you. Christ's peace to you today.

~~Angie

By Angela on Monday, August 29, 2011 @ 7:00 AM

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Anonymous Says: 10:53 PM

Family in NC suffered flooding, but thankfully, nothing worse. Here,I lost my editing pen and I'm blaming Irene. :-)

Lovely, lovely choral piece. Thank you and Suzie.

Blessings,
Mary Kay

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Yes, I've become one of those proud grandmothers . . .

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By Angela on Sunday, August 28, 2011 @ 7:00 AM

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What happens when animals eat fermented fruit? You guessed it!

They get drunk. Dignified, aren't they?

~~Angie

By Angela on Saturday, August 27, 2011 @ 7:00 AM

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Anonymous Says: 8:35 AM

I see A A in the future for that one elephant ... he just doesn't seem able to quit! Poor critters. Clyde

Kay Day Says: 5:24 PM

We used to watch the drunk squirrels in our backyard when we had an apple tree.
But there's nothing like a drunken monkey!

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Sing . . . Even when No One is Looking :-)

My mom sent me this video clip and I love it. Not sure where it's from, but I sure wish my dogs could/would do this.

Wonder what they do when I'm not home?

~~Angie

By Angela on Friday, August 26, 2011 @ 7:00 AM

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Ruthie Says: 7:45 AM

LOL If your doggies sang to each other when you aren't there, it would be in deep voices, not the higher pitch of this little one!

BTW, welcome back! I rarely, if ever, go into facebook so was sorely missing you!

Kay Day Says: 1:17 PM

Your doggies might break the piano!

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Think your town's crosswalks are bad?

It's like Frogger in real life. Our county is notorious for being unfriendly to pedestrians, but this city (I believe it's somewhere in Iran) is far worse. Can you imagine crossing the street here?

Oy.

~Angie

By Angela on Thursday, August 25, 2011 @ 7:00 AM

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Steph Says: 4:29 PM

Angie, I just found your blog thru the Q & A at the end of Fine Art of Insincerity (loved, loved, loved that one!)...

How you have time to blog on top of your books I can't figure out!

I experienced crosswalks like this in Rome, and I have to say it's very unnerving to do the Frogger thing when they drive like crazy people! But I would cross the streets there everyday just to be there again...sigh...

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I'm baaaaack!

I've been taking a sort of sabbatical from blogging--I read an author who suggested blogging less often with better stuff, and I thought he made sense. But I found myself feeling disconnected from everything and every one, and I didn't like feeling that way. So--for better or worse, for better stuff and worse, I'm back. :-) I may not post every day, but I'm going to be a lot more regular.

And what has filled my days this summer? The Book in progress, of course. And three other B's: baking, baseball, and the baby!

I've already mentioned that my hubby and I discovered that we are grandparents. My daughter is good about sending us photos, brief video clips, and updates on the beautiful baby's progress, so we've been enjoying those. (That's our darling in the photo). We are living several hours away, but we do plan to take many trips so the Adored One can know us and love us as much as we love her.

Baseball: a friend of ours plays for the Rays, so we've gone a little over the top with baseball this year. We go to as many games as we can, and when we can't go, we watch on TV. In supporting our friend, we've grown to feel like we know many of the players, so we root for all of them. Yeah, we wear jerseys and I carry a baseball app on my iPad so I can follow the games even when I'm traveling. It's crazy, I tell you. But fun.

Baking: It began with cupcakes, but of course you know about that. I then moved into cakes, then into bundts in particular (what a collection of fun pans I've gathered!), then into bars. Now I'm into bread. I took a bread baking class last weekend, so now I know all about bigas, and poolishes, and rustic breads and the beauty of a nice brioche . . . ah! Fun, fun, and my neighbors seem to love it when I trot over with something baked in my hands.

I think I know why I like baking as opposed to cooking: cooking is done to taste, but baking is an exact science, and I've always had an affinity for science. :-) Wish you could taste my crusty raisin-pecan bread . . .

The book in progress: I thought I was done with FIVE MILES SOUTH OF PECULIAR, so I let my agent read it . . . and her team made several good suggestions. So I'm not done, and am doing two more drafts. Don't ask my total--I've lost count. ;-)

Have a great day! I'll be back soon!

~~Angie

By Angela on Wednesday, August 24, 2011 @ 12:39 PM

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Caitriona aka Catherine Says: 3:07 PM

What a precious grandbaby! Glad that you are back!

Sarala Says: 5:40 PM

Glad you're back! I want to taste that raisin pecan bread of yours!

Heather Harshman Says: 6:34 PM

What great reasons to take a break - family, food, and fun. Good for you. Welcome back!

Kay Day Says: 12:34 AM

The baby is beautiful, as always!

With baking you have to follow the rules. That's another reason you like it.
I enjoy it, but I'd rather toss a bunch of things together in a pot and see what I get. :)

I have nothing to say about the baseball.

Ane Mulligan Says: 9:58 AM

I can see the roads being worn thin! LOL She's so precious, Angie. And if Charlie and Babe are anything like Shadrach, they'll follow her everywhere, asniffin' and alickin'. My dear friend, the book club lady Nora St, Laurent, brought her grandson, Brayden, over and Shadrach adored him. The baby crawled and Shad followed. It was a hoot!

Anonymous Says: 10:53 AM

Welcome back! You've been missed, but at least we were able to see pics of the Little Princess on FB. I picked up a couple of paperbacks at Heathrow last month. Fun reads, once you got past the way the English mis-use words such as "jumpers" and "trainers". Looking forward to another of your books where words actually say what they mean! =) Clyde

Nicole Says: 5:00 PM

I prefer baking also.. please share all your favorite recipes!
Your grand-daughter is so precious! I wish T lived close to me. I would give her all of Kate's hand-me-downs.

Much love,
Nikki

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The Writer's Pride

Did I mention that I have a granddaughter?

The world turned upside-down a few weeks ago when hubby and I learned that we have a beautiful granddaughter. We promptly went to see her, and we're thrilled to be able to hold and love this little girl.

Yes, I now carry a "Grandma's brag book" in my purse, though I prefer the name Nana, thank you very much.

But as one who works with words, I don't think the word "proud" applies here--after all, I did nothing to produce this little miracle. What would be more accurate is to say I'm simply delighted with her and by her.

(And, BTW, for privacy reasons, I never refer to my family by name on this blog. You understand.)

Speaking of pride:

I was reading good ol’ C.S. Lewis a few years ago, namely MERE CHRISTIANITY's chapter on “the great sin.” You guessed it—pride. Lewis points out that most human vices come from “our animal nature,” but pride doesn’t come through an animal nature, but from Hell itself. (Ever seen an animal compare itself to another?)

Lewis says that pride is essentially competitive. The fault doesn’t lie in recognizing our abilities, it lies in comparing our abilities to others’. Pride doesn’t want us to say we’re good writers or have beautiful grandchildren, it wants to make us think we’re better and our grandchildren are prettier than everyone else's.

Lewis says, “If everyone became equally rich, or clever, or good-looking there would be nothing to be proud about. It is the comparison that makes you proud: the pleasure of being above the rest. Once the element of competition has gone, pride has gone.”

That’s why I remind myself that in God’s ultimate reality, the earthly externals don't matter—what matters is if we were obedient to God’s call, if we were good stewards with the talents and abilities we were given, and if we obeyed the prompting of the Spirit. And if, of course, we delight in others' grandchildren as we delight in our own. :-)

If we do that, and if we honor our brothers and sisters as we would honor ourselves, we ARE equally obedient in God’s sight. Competition disappears, pride dies.

Pride, Lewis says, is spiritual cancer—it eats up the very possibility of love, or contentment, or even common sense. He points out that pleasure in being praised is not Pride. If someone says, “Well done,” and you’re pleased, that’s okay. The trouble begins when you move from thinking, ‘I have pleased him, all is well’ to “What a fine person I must be to have done it.’

Lewis: “The more you delight in yourself and the less you delight in the praise, the worse you are becoming.

Another thing I found interesting: Pride’s opposite is humility, but don’t think the most humble person is the one who hangs his head and goes around moaning about how untalented he is. He has taken the pendulum of pride in the opposite direction and is still self-centered. Lewis says that if you meet a truly humble person, “probably all you will think about him is that he seemed a cheerful, intelligent chap who took a real interest in what you said to him.”

Not like the grandparent who said, “Forgive me, I’ve talked about my grandchildren enough. Tell me—what do YOU think of my little darlings?”

LOL. May God help me to remember I am only ONE in a sea of redeemed believers in Christ. One happy grandmother. One hard-working writer. May he help me to be faithful to my calling, and supportive of everyone else’s.

Until next time,

Angie

By Angela on Sunday, August 07, 2011 @ 9:00 AM

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michael snyder Says: 1:06 PM

Amen!

Anonymous Says: 3:52 PM

Classic, Angie.

And it really is "classic Angie," because it so reveals your heart.

BJ

Tina Says: 9:35 PM

WOW!That was so clearly put! And so resoundingly true! Thanks!

Ane Mulligan Says: 9:49 AM

She's precious, Angie, and your words are wise. May we all be loving and hard-working, faithful to the call of writers AND grandmother.

Mocha with Linda Says: 9:47 AM

Excellent thoughts, as always.

Congrats again!

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: Name: Angela; Location: Florida, United States

In no particular order, Angela Hunt is a novelist, teacher, nana, mother, wife, mastiff owner, reader, musician, student, aspiring theologian, and bubble gum connoisseur. The things that enter her life sooner or later find their way into her books, hence "a life in pages."

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