Friday, October 30, 2009

Marshmellow History


No one, NO ONE I talk to remembers (or says they remember) the marshmallows of my youth. I am appalled that I was the only one paying attention. NO ONE seems to remember that marshmallows were once a thing of beauty, more solid and much more of an individual thing. Each one was a prize in itself. They had shape, texture and a glee full firmness. Each marshmallow was its own thing, unique and tasty.


They came in a box. There was a row on the top, there was a row on the bottom. You hoped you would get one and you treasured it. You held on to it for a while and thought about how you would eat it. Take it slow, gulp it down or perhaps toast it. And there was a risk to toasting it. You took your time and it was a big deal, at least to me it was.


And then sometime in the 60's marshmallows, like cartoons, comics and many other things that had a richer, more fine history, became commod-i-tized. Stream lined, mass produced. They made them cheaper and in greater quantity. Yes there were more, yes they were cheaper - but now they were no good. Cheap imitations of something that used to be so cool.


For years I have wanted proof. But every time I would bring the subject up I would get glazed over looks from my peers. I guess it happened without them seeing it. Maybe they never knew what they had. Maybe it is more proof of my supposed autistic tendencies. But now I have proof. I may be crazy, but not the kind of crazy that people were trying to pin on me.


It happened, I have proof, real proof - Internet proof.


Here it is:


Marshmallow History

The name marshmallow refers both to the sugary confection as well as to a plant. The 'mallow' plant (Althea Officinalis) is common in Europe. The leaves and roots are both edible but it is the mucilaginous substance from the root from which the early marshmallows were made. Today however the root is no longer used and has been replaced commercially with a gum arabic solution or at home with gelatin. The earliest use of the mallow plant to make a confection dates back to the Egyptians. "The first marshmallows were made by boiling pieces of the marsh mallow root pulp with sugar until it thickened. After is had thickened, the mixture was strained and cooled. As far back as 2000BC, Egyptians combined the marsh mallow root with honey. The candy was reserved for gods and royalty (no wonder I felt so SPECIAL getting one)."The modern version most similar to what we see today was first made in France around 1850 and was called pate de guimauve. Marshmallows were made with the mallow root sap, gelatin, egg whites, corn syrup and water. The boiled mixture was placed in special molds coated in corn starch (to prevent sticking). This process was laborious so the manufacturing technique was changed in the 1900's with the invention of the "starch mogul system".


The marshmallow became very popular in the U.S. from the 1930's to the 1960's. Early on they were a child's candy but later they were seen in cookbooks used for topping cocoa, dessert topping and even in salads.In 1955 there were over 30 marshmallow manufactures in the U.S.


Thanks to one Alex Doumak, ( Thanks?, he ruined EVERYTHING!) marshmallow production changed to an extrusion process which made for rapid, low cost production of the product still sold today.

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

I am Somebody Now!

I had luch with one of my former college professors yesterday. It came about due to an invite from a fellow SU accounting classmate to take part in the SU business school golf tournemant. My friend Gibby was soliciting partners for a foursome that was to include this professor and himself. The email string contained other potential golfers and the professor; but not Ginger and Mary Ann or the millionaire and his wife. I was feeling kind-of spunky so I shot off a wise ass "reply all" and then the fun started. At first Gibby was terrified that I had offended the professor, but he came back later and replied that he hadn't laughed so hard in years. At lunch yesterday he informed us that he now uses the email string in his SU Bio.

Here is his SU bio:

DAVE TINIUS:
Dave’ s background is engineering , public accounting, consulting and a long career at Seattle U teaching accounting. To give you an idea of how highly regarded Dave is among the SU alumni, here’s a little snippet from a recent e-mail exchange among some accounting alums . . . we didn’t make this up.

In this e-mail sequence Gibby is trying to get a couple of his SU, late-1970s-alumni, pals to play in the Albers golf tournament with himself and Dave in July. Here‘s the exchange of e-mails:

Subject: I need two
2:17pm, June 24
Hey guys,
. . . I have agreed to play with Dave Tinius, one of the long time accounting professors. We need two partners for this best ball scramble tournament . . . Any takers? . . . Gibby

Subject: RE: I need two
2:33pm
Not me; that bastard gave me a C in Cost Accounting, yeah you hear me, I am talking to YOU Professor Tinius, guess you never thought that oversight would ever come back and bite you. Well, it is biting today. HA! I will not carry your team this year, Gibby . . . Coug

2:38pm
And another thing, the questions on those cost accounting tests were horrible. They were like this:

Your golf score card has been destroyed in a fire. You know Gibby’s handicap,
the course slope, and the relative humidity. The O’Brien twins and Elgin Baylor
are playing in the scramble as well. What was the score on the first par three?
For bonus points, whose drive did you use?

Like I could ever answer those questions . . . Coug

Subject: RE: I need two
2:41pm
Coug, let it go!!! It’s been 30 years. And you’re still losing sleep. Besides you did all your studying at Sundance to get away from diapers . . . Brian

Subject: RE: I need two
2:51pm
Yeah, but I still remember Professor Tinius coming over to me and saying “kid, it’s not your night; we’re giving the A to Wilson.” Not my night! I coulda taken Wilson’s cost analysis apart. So what happens? Wilson gets the championship bout in the ballpark and I get a one way ticket to Palookaville. I coulda been somebody, I coulda had class . . . Coug


Origins Students: Don’t worry about it . . . there’s no way to prepare for Dave’s questions or his grading.

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

A Song to Bother Peggy, in so many ways

My Kindle-Ling

Just last month I bought a new toy
How was I to know it would bring such joy
So light when I go, it is something I bring
It is my new reader, my Kindle-Ling

My Kindle-Ling My Kindle-Ling I like to read with My Kindle-Ling
My Kindle-Ling My Kindle-Ling I like to read with My Kindle-Ling

When I was little boy In Grammar school
Always went by the very best rule
But If I had it then, every time the bell would ring
You'd catch me reading with my Kindle-ling

My Kindle-Ling My Kindle-Ling I like to read with My Kindle-Ling
My Kindle-Ling My Kindle-Ling I like to read with My Kindle-Ling

I can by books before you all
I can have them read in no time at all
But there is one down side, one bad little thing
I cannot share books with my Kindle-ling

My Kindle-Ling My Kindle-Ling I like to read with My Kindle-Ling
My Kindle-Ling My Kindle-Ling I like to read with My Kindle-Ling

I have hope that that in some soon tomorrow
The publishing houses will permit me to borrow
That surely will cause me to sing
When I can put YOUR books on my Kindle-ling

My Kindle-Ling My Kindle-Ling I like to read with My Kindle-Ling
My Kindle-Ling My Kindle-Ling I like to read with My Kindle-Ling

Now this here song it ain't so bad
Prettiest little song that you ever had
And those of you who will not sing
must not be owners of a Kindle-ling

Saturday, October 17, 2009

Pretty Good Little Saturday

I am having a pretty good little Saturday.  Peggy is away at a woman’s conference in Leavenworth and I have the house to myself.  Perfect weather for it.  It is raining cats and dogs outside, ala Cat in the Hat, and I am stuck inside, but unlike The Cat in the Hat I am stuck with Things 1,2 and 3.  Neko, Pushy and Munchy have me surrounded.  We are having a little love fest.  I am up in the loft in the chair torn to pieces by the cats,Neko in my lap (causing typing problems), Munchy in her evening pillow palace (loving the chance to be there during the day, and Pushy as always in on our perimeter, staring out the window at birds, twitching and making hunting noises.  I think I will sit here, make this post, read my kindle (the new Krakhauer book about Pat Tillman, Where Men Win Glory, a great read) and possibly contemplate a To-Do List.  I have got a couple hours of live Dead floating through my I-pod and things are looking very good.

My plan for this Pretty Good Little Saturday include finding a way to fit pizza into my day somehow, fix a few things around the house, do the dishes, some laundry and keep the love fest going as long as I can; Note Pushy just switched windows, there might be some action on the north side.

This evening I get the pleasure of heading over to Kelsey and Brian’s house to sit for Eli (and secretly start the brainwashing process to mold him into the man he should become, frankly I am worried about all the time Peter is spending with the boy, we certainly do not want Eli to be subject to those views!)

It is nice to have some alone time in the house.  I love Peggy dearly and miss her presence, but it is also nice to have some forced solitude.  Kind of a ying/yang thing and absence making the heart grow fonder.  I have always needed space and what better time to have space as when Peggy is on a vegetarian kick.  I will eat well this weekend.

Now for something completely different (in honor of the Monty Python reunion that took place this week). 

There are people who achieve greatness.  Ted Williams was the greatest hitter that ever lived.  Einstein is heralded as one of our greatest minds.  Who cannot marvel at the wonders of a man like Obama?  Sometimes when I reflect on these people of greatness, these heroes I wonder, “where do I fit in”  Why am I so mundane? Why did I not reach these heights of wonder?

And then it hits me.  It might not be much.  It certainly has not given me worldwide fame or made me rich.  But deep in my heart I know that NO ONE, no one on earth, no one before my time, and most likely no one after me (well tonight with Eli might just give him a chance; although the skill did not seem to be picked up by my direct offspring) can load a damn dishwasher as good as I can.  Any brand, any style, no matter how many dishes, no matter what shape.  I know that I am the best damn dishwasher loader that EVER walked the earth, so I got that going for me.

And my mantra, that NO ONE seems to ever get:

ENVISION IT FULL!

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Walking Proud

Just an update to show the entire world just how far little Munchkin has come with her walking skills. If you have been following her progress you will remember her as the underfed starving spastic kitten that my mother had named "Flip-Flop" because she could not walk, but rather dragged herself around the yard.

I have shown some of her progress, and here she is in all her glory.

She loves to eat, but you cannot tell from her still undersized, skinny frame. But it is her two favorite times of the day, her half a can of cat food every morning and every evening. Beef with gravy is her #1 favorite, but she has not turned down anything.

She love to cuddle, her second favorite thing to do is to catch Peggy sitting on the coach and make a run for her lap. She has been known to seek me out as well.