March 23rd, 2015

Macbeth the Usurper

Adventure Weekend

The weekend started with snow, which inspired Design Girl to boo it. I don't blame her. We're all tired of snow.

On Saturday morning I made some cinnamon rolls. They came out very well, almost picturesque. As the sugar layer of the roll kept coming out too dry, I patted down the dought with water before adding the sugar, helping the cinnamon and sugar melt just a bit. I also made sure to get that first bit of the rolling very tight, which greatly helped the rest of the rolling.

On Saturday night, we hosted the pot luck for the Parents of Young Children. The Trio of terror united, all three girls, plus poor Jeff who got squeezed out. One of entertainments was a parade of American Girl dolls. Sadly, we wound up with too much pasta as a guest brought a pasta salad while we supplied a big pan of ziti. Oh, well, it all good food anyhow.

On Sunday, I rode herd on the kids at church, and boy-oy-boy, were they ever a wound-up bunch. You'd think that they hadn't played since November or something. I'm surprised that they didn't scale the building and try flying off.

Sunday brought a late date night. We went to a new Peruvian place in Rockville and ate well. 
Macbeth the Usurper

Key to the Treasure (Review)

The Key to the Treasure by Peggy Parish was one of those childhood books that I greatly enjoyed, and beyond belief, my parents still had floating around. Published in 1966, with a bright yelow cover, the story is that of three nice white children who have a nice white adventure at their grandparent's house. In the past, their white ancestor went off to fight in the civil war, but he left behind clues for his children to follow. Alas, the children never got the proper clues. With a little luck and a little pluck, it falls to these three kids to discover and decode those clues.

To be honest, as I read this book, which sometimes flowed easily and other times sounded stilted, I found that excitement in my belly and knew why I came to this book again and again. The books picks up an energy by the middle. I once again wanted to reach the end and see how everything turned out. To my surprise, I still remembered a few plot points all these years later when the rest of the story had turned to mush.

Of note, Peggy Parish is also the author of the Amelia Bedia series.