Attack of the Killer Peaches Poundcake

With local peaches ripe and yummy at farm stands and farmers markets, it seemed time to dust off this recipe. There is not one single WW thing about it except there’s fruit.   I got it at a convention in Atlanta over 20 years ago (along with a ripe peach) and have made it several times over the years.  It’s moist and yummy and is a good summer dessert to take to a picnic or potluck supper.  If you’re watching your weight, do not keep this in the house where you can nibble. Trust me.

PeachesAttack of the Killer Peaches Pound Cake

1 C. butter or margarine, softened
3 C. sugar
6 eggs
3 C. all-purpose flour
1/4 tsp baking soda
1/4 teaspoon salt
1/2 C. sour cream
2 C. peeled, chopped fresh peaches
1 tsp vanilla extract
1 tsp almond extract

Preheat oven to 350 degrees.  Grease and flour a 10-inch tube pan and set aside.  Cream together butter or margarine and sugar until light and fluffy.  Add eggs, one at a time, beating well after each addition.

Combine flour, soda and salt in separate bowl. Mix together sour cream and chopped peaches.  Fold dry ingredients into creamed mixture alternately with sour cream and peaches.  Stir in vanilla and almond extract.  Pour batter into prepared pan and bake for 75-80 minutes or until cake tests done.

Makes one 10-inch cake.  Could probably make in a bundt pan but I’ve never done it.

Enjoy!

Here’s the Latest on Me and Caffeine

Court Yard ArchEarlier this month, I blogged about weaning myself from caffeine.   I’m pleased to see that I’m definitely in a different place than I was at the end of last month.

I’ve gone from 3-4 bottles of Diet Coke a day to one 16-oz bottle a day.  My original plan was to swap out the regular Diet Coke with the caffeine-free variety, but I discovered I really don’t like how it tastes.  My stomach is not suffering as many bouts of acid reflux without all the soda.  I’m drinking lots of water, much of it flavored with Pomegranate or Cranberry Apple Crystal-Light.  The splitting headaches are gone and I’m sleeping better.

There are 2 six-packs of the 16 oz bottles sitting on the shelf and I’ve discovered that yes, I can nurse one bottle for many hours.  When these are gone, I’ll get a box of 12-oz cans.  From there, down to those little mini cans, the size of the ones they give you when you give blood.  And then that’s it. I’m thinking I should get there by the end of September.

It feels good.

Out of the Blogging Habit

Buddha on the rocksLife is just chugging along and I’m finding that writing things out just isn’t top on my priority list.  I’m communicating but in different ways, mostly Twitter and Facebook and actual voice and people contact.  Shocking, isn’t it?

Distraction #1 – Football and nephew Rob.  The family is busily sending links back and forth to each other for articles, blog posts, team updates, and even a YouTube video.  Rob is working extraordinarily hard to learn the routes, plays, and patterns that the Eagles use, soaking up as much information he can to earn a place on the regular season roster.   My mom and I have learned tons about football players on a team we’ve never followed, as well as looking at Wikipedia’s diagrams of scrimmage lines to figure out where people actually ARE so we can follow them on screen.

Distraction #2 – I am facilitating a small group working on the Web 2.0 Challenge 2009.  It’s a five-week class organized and presented by the Computing Services Special Interest Section of my national association.  Over 100 people signed up to be participants, with additional facilitators like me + instructors + administrators who did all the course management and set up.  Trust me, it’s a lot of work.

Each week we have two topics to learn about using screencasts, links and examples.  We then discuss what we’ve learned in online chat groups of 7 people, and then there are assignments to be completed.  Facilitators then have 2 days to read and grade assignments and participation, and to add notes for feedback.  Topics have included social networking sites, Twitter, blogs, RSS feeds, social bookmarking, Flickr and now this week, wikis and LibGuides.  My brain is very full.

Distraction #3 – General overload at work with people on vacation just before we run around like crazy people doing last minute ordering for course reserves, and scrambling to meet subscription renewal deadlines for hundreds of titles without hearing from the decision makers because they are on said vacations or getting ready for orientations.

Distraction #4 – My balky left knee that seizes up at the least provocation.

Distraction #5 – Thinking about WLS and wondering what I’ll hear at the group session next week with the surgeons and other surgical candidates.  In the meantime I’ve hit another milestone – I’ve now lost 30 lbs and am almost at my 10% goal.

Distraction #6 – My hair is driving me crazy.  I’m growing it out because it seemed like a good idea at the time, but right now it just looks kind of unkempt.   I need remedial hair help and someone not the hair dresser to tell me how it would work the best.

I really am following your lives via your blogs but mostly through an RSS feed reader (one of the things we had to practice in the Challenge).  It’s convenient but distant since I just read words and don’t see your pages as you created them with images and stuff.  And there are no ways to leave comments.  Hmmmm. I need to rethink the technology 😉

Healthy but … not

Tessie on Grocery BagsLately I’ve been having problems with the good knee.  You know, the one that is taking the brunt of walking funny because the bad knee throw out joint pain with almost every step.  The problem with the good one isn’t the joint at all, it’s the muscle behind it coming down the back of the thigh ending in the knee.  Maybe it’s the hamstring?  Whatever it is, it’s hard as a rock and without any warning, but often when I stand up from sitting or climb stairs, it just starts to spasm and won’t let me straighten it or bend it or put weight on it.  Today it happened 4 times.

I must say, it makes walking a little difficult not to mention painful and annoying.  I’ve been working on stretches for a couple of weeks (the football player nephew recommended some hamstring stretches) and have a heating pad on it now.  But having problems with the good leg just gets me seriously cranky – and moving carefully so I don’t set it off.

On top of that, I’ve had a toothache since Friday night.  Being unaccustomed to dental emergencies, I wasn’t sure if this qualified so lived with it over the weekend, not wanting to bother anyone.  Besides, the pain was coming and going.  By Sunday, though, it morphed into a different animal with pain on the top and bottom, in the back and up to the front all along the jaw.  It was confusing – if it was a toothache, why was it hurting all over?

I saw the dentist on Monday.  She tapped all the teeth with this little metal thing, and much as I expected something to hurt, I sat there calm and collected – which meant I didn’t have an abscess or I would have been flying out of the chair.  Good to know for future reference.  Although the teeth seem mostly fine, there is apparently something odd in the tissue inside the cheek – not uncommon but not normal either.  Why that would be messing up and causing pain all over the left side of the mouth is a mystery.

For now the solution is to take Tylenol as often as I can, and smear plain unsweetened yogurt on the inside of the cheek.  I know, that sounds totally weird.  But it actually does help and not just for soothing the sore place on the inside.  I’m to call the dentist back on Thursday to check in on how I am and I suspect that xrays and probably a root canal & crown are in my future.  Though I still don’t understand why the whole thing hurts from one tooth.  But hey, I’m a librarian, not a dentist.

In other medical news,  I will be meeting with the bariatric surgeon in early September.  They hold monthly group sessions for people at the same point in the process so the surgerons can explain the procedure and we can ask tons of questions.   I like being in groups since someone else’s question can often raise additional questions in my own head.  More on this as it comes closer.

Oh, and did I mention that my nephew played his first NFL game last week against the Patriots?  That’s my team, but honestly, how could I not root for my family??  This week, national TV.  Yayyyy!

Do you want to be a Mermaid or a Whale?

Got this in an email yesterday and it tickled my fancy.  I have no idea who was the original author – but I like it and wanted to share.

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Recently, in a large French city, a poster featuring a young, thin and tanned woman appeared in the window of a gym …  It said:

THIS SUMMER DO YOU WANT TO BE A MERMAID, OR A WHALE?

A middle aged woman, whose physical characteristics did not match those of the woman on the poster, responded publicly to the question posed by the gym.

To Whom It May Concern:

Killer WhaleWhales are always surrounded by friends (dolphins, sea lions, curious humans).  They have an active sex life, they get pregnant and have adorable baby whales.  They have a wonderful time with dolphins -stuffing themselves with shrimp and other delicacies of the sea.  They play and swim in the oceans, seeing exotic places like Patagonia, the Barents Sea and the coral reefs of Polynesia ..  Whales are excellent singers and have even recorded CDs.  They are incredible creatures and virtually have no predators other than humans.  They are loved, protected and admired by almost everyone in the world.

Mermaids don’t exist.  If they did exist, they would be lining up outside the offices of psychoanalysts due to an identity crisis.  Fish or human?  Human or fish?  They can’t have a sex life, because they kill the men they lure close to them.  Therefore, they can’t experience the joys of motherhood.  They are purported to be exceedingly vain and capricious.  Not only that, who wants to be near a girl who smells like a fish store?

The choice is perfectly clear to me; I want to be a whale.

P.S:  We are in an age when media puts into our heads the idea that only skinny people are beautiful, but I prefer to enjoy an ice cream with my kids, a good dinner with a man who still makes me shiver and a coffee with my friends.  With time, we gain weight, because we accumulate so much information and wisdom in our heads that, when there is no more room, it distributes out to the rest of our bodies. So, we aren’t heavy; we are enormously cultured, educated and happy.  Beginning today, when I look at my butt in the mirror, I will think, “Good gosh!  Look how smart I am”.