2015年07月23日

a hundred times a day


since the war began, Atlanta could hear the sound of battle. In the early morning hours before the noises of the town awoke, the cannon at Kennesaw Mountain could be heard faintly, far away, a low dim booming that might have passed for summer thunder nu skin hk. Occasionally it was loud enough to be heard even above the rattle of traffic at noon. People tried not to listen to it, tried to talk, to laugh, to carry on their business, just as though the Yankees were not there, twenty-two miles away, but always ears were strained for the sound. The town wore a preoccupied look, for no matter what occupied their hands, all were listening, listening, their hearts leaping suddenly a hundred times a day. Was the booming louder? Or did they only think it was louder? Would General Johnston hold them this time? Would he HKUE ENG?
 Panic lay just beneath the surface. Nerves which had been stretched tighter and tighter each day of the retreat began to reach the breaking point. No one spoke of fears. That subject was taboo, but strained nerves found expression in loud criticism of the General. Public feeling was at fever heat. Sherman was at the very doors of Atlanta. Another retreat might bring the Confederates into the town.
 Give us a general who won’t retreat! Give us a man who will stand and fight dermes!
 With the far-off rumbling of cannon in their ears, the state militia, “Joe Brown’s Pets,” and the Home Guard marched out of Atlanta, to defend the bridges and ferries of the Chattahoochee River at Johnston’s back. It was a gray, overcast day and, as they marched through Five Points and out the Marietta road, a fine rain began to fall. The whole town had turned out to see them off and they stood, close packed, under the wooden awnings of the stores on Peachtree Street and tried to cheer.
 Scarlett and Maybelle Merriwether Picard had been given permission to leave the hospital and watch the men go out, because Uncle Henry Hamilton and Grandpa Merriwether were in the Home Guard, and they stood with Mrs. Meade, pressed in the crowd, tiptoeing to get a better view. Scarlett, though filled with the universal Southern desire to believe only the pleasantest and most reassuring things about the progress of the fighting, felt cold as she watched the motley ranks go by. Surely, things must be in a desperate pass if this rabble of bombproofers, old men and little boys were being called out! To be sure there were young and able-bodied men in the passing lines, tricked out in the bright uniforms of socially select militia units, plumes waving, sashes dancing. But there were so many old men and young boys, and the sight of them made her heart contract with pity and with fear. There were graybeards older than her father trying to step jauntily along in the needle-fine rain to the rhythm of the fife and dram corps. Grandpa Merriwether, with Mrs. Merriwether’s best plaid shawl laid across his shoulders to keep out the rain, was in the first rank and he saluted the girls with a grin. They waved their handkerchiefs and cried gay good-bys to him; but Maybelle, gripping Scarlett’s arm, whispered: “Oh, the poor old darling! A real good rainstorm will just about finish him! His lumbago—”

  


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2015年07月14日

I’m so confused


Blackberry-Lime Cream Cheese Coffee Cake: A buttery and brown sugary coffee cake that is filled with fresh blackberries and swirled with cream cheese. A touch of lime zest gives this cake the perfect flavor!
What a strange week…we had Wednesday off work for Canada Day, which makes Tuesday feel like Friday and Thursday feel like Monday…I’m so confused now!

Canada Day was pretty low key, Ben had to work PCoIP Protocol Technology, but when he arrived home there was a backyard feast waiting for him…tortilla chips and Smoky Sweet Potato Hummus (minus the spicy chipotle peppers for Mr. Kai), Tequila Turkey Sliders with Guacamole (minus the tequila for Kai), and this Grilled Corn & Barley Salad with Goat Cheese and Blueberries. Yum, yum yum! I just LOVE picnic food!

And now today is Friday…for real Friday (the best kind of Friday)! Unless you’re American in which case you’ve already had your Thur-Friday and are enjoying your Fri-Saturday Zero Moment of Truth. OK I’m talking full-on gibberish now. I’ll stop

But maybe I should tell you about this cake? I have a thing for coffee cake. An obsession.

Maybe I think it’s more ‘healthy’ than those cakes with 1-inch of buttercream on top? So that means I can have just another sliver, and another, and another, until I notice: half the cake has mysteriously vanished! What the…

Maybe it’s the buttery, brown sugary flavors of the cake . It probably has something to do with the crumbly topping. And in this case, it definitely has to do with the perfect combination of fresh blackberries, a hint of lime zest, and a big old swirl of cream cheese. Holy yum.

Maybe you haven’t noticed, but I’m not really a fussy dessert kind of girl. I really need to get a good birthday cake recipe, because every time I attempt a layer cake, disaster! I get anxiety, can’t get those layers lined up, the frosting doesn’t stick, there are crumbs everywhere. Oh my goodness, Kai’s first birthday cake was the ugliest thing, ever.

So I’ll stick to my anxiety-free coffee cakes or loaf cakes, thank-you very much.  


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