From the PC World site --
If, like me, you own an aging and increasingly bulky-looking Palm Treo but are reluctant to abandon the Palm OS, the Centro may be the interim smart phone you've been waiting for.
Aging? Increasingly bulky-looking? And whats wrong with that?
Friday, October 12, 2007
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Cheesy
I have mentioned in the past how much I despise the Center For Science in the Public Interest, whose motto appears to be "Taking the Fun Out Of Anything You Like". This afternoon, while using the StumbleUpon service, I was presented with one of their self-righteous pages announcing that cheese was an awful thing that should be scorned because of its terrible health effects. I quickly flipped to another page ... and was delighted to note that the next four sites presented all had something to do with cheese -- from the American Dairyman's Council to the Maine Cheese Board.
Take that, arrogant blowhards!
Take that, arrogant blowhards!
Kitchening
This morning, I mixed up the Amish Friendship Bread. After I made the French Bread, I mentioned to my wife that I wouldn't mind making some of that, too -- whereupon she surfaced a frozen container of starter! So, two loaves are in the oven, and I'm mulling over making the Oatmeal Raisin Cookie recipe that I found in the Bakers Manual. Still got one or two chocolate chip cookies, though, and a couple of the spice cookies, so perhaps not.
We got a tiny bit of good news this morning. We tend to keep our vehicles more than the majority of people -- when we traded in the last minivan, it had about 110,000 miles on it. I know that as things go, thats not a phenomenal amount -- you frequently hear of people with mileage in the high one hundred thousands, and occasionally more -- but since a lot of people trade in at around five years, or the mid eighties, we think its significant. We tend to smile, just a bit, when we see articles sternly saying that you ought not to trade a car every couple of years. Since we'd gotten an extended warranty on one of our cars, and it helped considerably when something unexpected failed, we did that on this van -- and this morning, they informed us that the water pump was leaking, but that repair was covered by the warranty. The bad news was that they didn't have one in stock, so they gave us a loaner vehicle -- which turned out to be a PT Cruiser, which was one of the vehicles that had been on our short list when we were planning to replace our old sedan. My wife says that it's fun to drive, but that the seats are not particularly comfortable -- which could easily describe the Prius, except for the (ahem) significantly better mileage that the Prius gets.
Once the bread's done, I'm planning on going out to the library to return this book, and to pick up one for my mother. Might run the occasional errand, too. My mother's feeling a little better, though its still somewhat alarming to see how frail she can look. She never got rid of the walker that she got after she broke her shoulders, and now she uses it occasionally to move around the house. She doesn't like it -- I think its an 'old age flag' -- but it works. And the nice part is, if she's using it, and her leg freaks out again (the word from the doc is, nothing's seriously wrong), she will get more stability from that than from simply using her cane. Brings to mind that quote from the Rocky III movie: Too bad we gotta get old....
We got a tiny bit of good news this morning. We tend to keep our vehicles more than the majority of people -- when we traded in the last minivan, it had about 110,000 miles on it. I know that as things go, thats not a phenomenal amount -- you frequently hear of people with mileage in the high one hundred thousands, and occasionally more -- but since a lot of people trade in at around five years, or the mid eighties, we think its significant. We tend to smile, just a bit, when we see articles sternly saying that you ought not to trade a car every couple of years. Since we'd gotten an extended warranty on one of our cars, and it helped considerably when something unexpected failed, we did that on this van -- and this morning, they informed us that the water pump was leaking, but that repair was covered by the warranty. The bad news was that they didn't have one in stock, so they gave us a loaner vehicle -- which turned out to be a PT Cruiser, which was one of the vehicles that had been on our short list when we were planning to replace our old sedan. My wife says that it's fun to drive, but that the seats are not particularly comfortable -- which could easily describe the Prius, except for the (ahem) significantly better mileage that the Prius gets.
Once the bread's done, I'm planning on going out to the library to return this book, and to pick up one for my mother. Might run the occasional errand, too. My mother's feeling a little better, though its still somewhat alarming to see how frail she can look. She never got rid of the walker that she got after she broke her shoulders, and now she uses it occasionally to move around the house. She doesn't like it -- I think its an 'old age flag' -- but it works. And the nice part is, if she's using it, and her leg freaks out again (the word from the doc is, nothing's seriously wrong), she will get more stability from that than from simply using her cane. Brings to mind that quote from the Rocky III movie: Too bad we gotta get old....
Tuckered
I mentioned that yesterday was on the rocky side. That post was written before my daughter went to sleep, which is relevant because when she does, my wife usually goes into her room to say good night. Last night, she was busy, and my daughter asked if I would. So I did. I got to tell her how much I loved her, and how wonderful I thought she was, and to kiss her good night. And to say goodnight to the two guinea pigs, and to her teddy bear, though I didn't kiss them.
So, though it was a rocky day, it had a smooth ending.
So, though it was a rocky day, it had a smooth ending.
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
QTD
Well, today was quite the day.
It started with my daughter's stomachache at 2AM, then, later, finding out that my mother is refusing to take the pain medication she got, at least until bed time. Then, in the middle of the day, we found that the rescheduled bone graft will, in fact, not be done under the auspices of medical insurance... and the dental surgeon wants to Talk About That. And then tonight, we found that the van, which we'd scheduled a week ago, and dropped off this morning, was not only not ready for pickup, but hadn't even been looked at as of 7:30 PM.
Whew.
But tomorrow I get to do some baking, and to make menus for next week, which I enjoy.
Oh, and here's my current desktop. For some reason, it expresses my mood.
It started with my daughter's stomachache at 2AM, then, later, finding out that my mother is refusing to take the pain medication she got, at least until bed time. Then, in the middle of the day, we found that the rescheduled bone graft will, in fact, not be done under the auspices of medical insurance... and the dental surgeon wants to Talk About That. And then tonight, we found that the van, which we'd scheduled a week ago, and dropped off this morning, was not only not ready for pickup, but hadn't even been looked at as of 7:30 PM.
Whew.
But tomorrow I get to do some baking, and to make menus for next week, which I enjoy.
Oh, and here's my current desktop. For some reason, it expresses my mood.
Somber
Bit of a somber morning. We were awakened by our daughter in the middle of the night -- she had a stomach ache. Pretty unusual -- I doubt it's happened once for the last eight years. She was supposed to perform with her color guard troupe last night -- it was canceled due to the weather, which is ironic; this morning, it's extraordinarily bright and sunny -- so we suspect that it's left over nerves about that. I wish I knew a little more about why we get nervous. I don't know enough about it to even have an opinion, which of course will not stop me -- I suspect that it's a psychosomatic deal, where we trigger stress hormones because the mind thinks thats its the appropriate response to what it's thinking about. I could be all wet, though.
On the drive back from dropping off the van to be repaired -- the 'check engine' light is staying on, which is supposed to be a Bad Thing, though its been known to happen for something as mild as the gas tank cap not being securely on -- my wife mentioned hoping that my mother is not entering the stage of her life where she is too frail to live at home. I must say, that put a damper on my mood. I don't at all like any of the options that such a condition presents. I doubt that anyone without staff -- and plenty of it -- does. It is a very strange and unsettling experience to be thinking 'I hope she doesn't die -- and I hope that she does, if thats the alternative.' I despise that inconvenience, expense, or both to me are the first thing I think of.
People who think its useful to offer comments about such things (which, I guess, now includes me) were saying that Fred Thompson didn't overwhelm the field in his first outing to a Republican presidential debate, and so therefore should be discarded. I guess its a function of our immediate-gratification culture (of course, I don't subscribe to that. Yeah, right.) that if a person cannot immediately overwhelm us, then that person must be inadequate -- and a reflection of popular tradition that if that person does overwhelm us, then the media looks for reasons not to trust the image, and we buy whatever they find. Not entirely, but to varying degrees.
On the drive back from dropping off the van to be repaired -- the 'check engine' light is staying on, which is supposed to be a Bad Thing, though its been known to happen for something as mild as the gas tank cap not being securely on -- my wife mentioned hoping that my mother is not entering the stage of her life where she is too frail to live at home. I must say, that put a damper on my mood. I don't at all like any of the options that such a condition presents. I doubt that anyone without staff -- and plenty of it -- does. It is a very strange and unsettling experience to be thinking 'I hope she doesn't die -- and I hope that she does, if thats the alternative.' I despise that inconvenience, expense, or both to me are the first thing I think of.
People who think its useful to offer comments about such things (which, I guess, now includes me) were saying that Fred Thompson didn't overwhelm the field in his first outing to a Republican presidential debate, and so therefore should be discarded. I guess its a function of our immediate-gratification culture (of course, I don't subscribe to that. Yeah, right.) that if a person cannot immediately overwhelm us, then that person must be inadequate -- and a reflection of popular tradition that if that person does overwhelm us, then the media looks for reasons not to trust the image, and we buy whatever they find. Not entirely, but to varying degrees.
Tuesday, October 09, 2007
Cranked
No, not me. The Regina Italian Macaroni Machine, which we unlimbered tonight. Its sitting on, and clamped to, the kitchen table, its sturdy crank lying next to it. Tomorrow, if all goes well, I will make some pasta from scratch, roll it into strips, and feed it through this jewel to make the final stuff for the Blueberry Lasagna. I've never done this before, so if I just get to the point where I can get anything through it, I'll consider it a partial success.
My mother bumped her leg a few days ago, and today felt a sharp pain in it, to the point where she staggered and almost went down. Off she went to the doc's this afternoon. The initial take is that there's nothing wrong, though thats dependent on getting the Xrays back (do they ship them to India to be read, I wonder?). She won't be going to exercise class tomorrow, though.
And they cancelled the Hallowe'en parade -- it's raining, with periodic thunder and lightening. I feel a little badly for them, as I'd seen at least three home-made floats sitting around the high school (which is about four blocks from the town's main drag). These aren't masterpieces of art, but people enjoy doing them, I suspect, and its a shame that they won't get to use them.
My mother bumped her leg a few days ago, and today felt a sharp pain in it, to the point where she staggered and almost went down. Off she went to the doc's this afternoon. The initial take is that there's nothing wrong, though thats dependent on getting the Xrays back (do they ship them to India to be read, I wonder?). She won't be going to exercise class tomorrow, though.
And they cancelled the Hallowe'en parade -- it's raining, with periodic thunder and lightening. I feel a little badly for them, as I'd seen at least three home-made floats sitting around the high school (which is about four blocks from the town's main drag). These aren't masterpieces of art, but people enjoy doing them, I suspect, and its a shame that they won't get to use them.
March, They Said
It's a typical October day out there -- cold, blustery -- about eighty-five degrees with a slight breeze.Whatever happened to our inalienable right to cold weather? But I do know that the heavy-duty weather is coming, as we've seen the beginning of trees turning red and yellow, and leaves fluttering on the ground in your cars wake. Leaves, of course, mean the opportunity to rake; what joy. Three years ago, we had the bright idea of having a tree-trim service lop off the upper quarter or so of the silver maple that's out in the front yard, simultaneously dropping the chance of a stray branch hitting the house, and virtually eliminating the need to rake leaves -- which is good, as the tree is surrounded by landscaped flowers that are a bear to rake around.
Tonight, my daughter is marching with the color guard in the Hallowe'en parade. I don't think I'll attend; small-town festivals don't attract me. Come to think of it, big-town ones don't, either. My idea of a good way to see the Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade is in a comfortable room with a big-screen TV. Not yet, though.
Tonight, my daughter is marching with the color guard in the Hallowe'en parade. I don't think I'll attend; small-town festivals don't attract me. Come to think of it, big-town ones don't, either. My idea of a good way to see the Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade is in a comfortable room with a big-screen TV. Not yet, though.
Go, Maple!!
From Canadian Business:
Canada has successfully lowered its debt, balanced its budget, kept its trade surplus up, kept interest rates up and looking to further raise them… Exactly what every other G-7 country has been unable to do. Meanwhile the Canadian economy is stably strolling along, and the Canadian loonie has been very strong.
Since Canada is in North America, that makes them Americans, right? Wonder if they'd be interested in a merger....
Canada has successfully lowered its debt, balanced its budget, kept its trade surplus up, kept interest rates up and looking to further raise them… Exactly what every other G-7 country has been unable to do. Meanwhile the Canadian economy is stably strolling along, and the Canadian loonie has been very strong.
Since Canada is in North America, that makes them Americans, right? Wonder if they'd be interested in a merger....
At The Doc's
I may have mentioned, four or five thousand times, that I don't like going to see a doctor. I don't need to expound on that. But this morning, I got a good news/bad news surprise that simultaneously confirms me in that attitude, and makes me rethink it, slightly.
In a nutshell, I learned that what I've been taking as a 'good' reading for a home medical test that I do regularly is, in fact, too high. The good news is, this explains why the long term test that they do has been inching up. It's something that I can control. The bad news is, it means I need to be somewhat more aggressive with what I actually do at home to track and control it.
Of course, if I could just bring myself to simply, and solely, eat nuts and berries, I'm sure this wouldn't be a problem.
In a nutshell, I learned that what I've been taking as a 'good' reading for a home medical test that I do regularly is, in fact, too high. The good news is, this explains why the long term test that they do has been inching up. It's something that I can control. The bad news is, it means I need to be somewhat more aggressive with what I actually do at home to track and control it.
Of course, if I could just bring myself to simply, and solely, eat nuts and berries, I'm sure this wouldn't be a problem.
Monday, October 08, 2007
Cold Comfort
We are going to have a freezer delivered to our house this Saturday. We had wanted to get one, predominantly to hold the swag that inevitably arrives in, and damn near overflows, our freezer when the school does a fund-raiser, but also to hold the overflow from my mother's refrigerator freezer, which is on the small side. Right now, there's a family-pack of mac and cheese, two boxes of ice cream cones, two or three boxes of frozen vegetables, and some other effluvia in there. It is packed. So, we'd looked around, but the price was about $100 more than I was willing to spend. This morning, I thought: Columbus Day. Columbus Day Sales! And we found it on sale for $87 less than before. Close enough!
The freezer's going to go into our storage room. When I mentioned this to my daughter, she laughed and asked if this meant that she could have the very small refrigerator that's in the storage room now. It's one that my parents bought when they moved in, about twenty years ago; for the last ten years, its been, for the most part, unused, and she's asked for it a couple of times. I just looked at her. Because, she continued, she could keep the guinea pig's medicine in there, instead of the house refrigerator (which she knows I don't like). And I could keep some snacks in there, so it would free up space in our refrigerator. And it would use something that isn't being used now. And -- stop, I said. Its okay. You made a persuasive case, and you didn't whine while you were doing it. You had valid points that you presented in a calm manner. Go for it.
Of course, given our parenting style, we had to add a couple of conditions -- she has to rearrange her room to accommodate it; she has to clean it (yeah, even by my standards, its pretty grungy) and keep it clean -- but bottom line was, sure.
So she's happy. What in the world she'll keep in there, I have no idea. But I was careful not to point out that it would make a dandy stand for the television that's sitting in a box downstairs, which we just use in the van for long trips. It'd even be right next to a cable jack! I mentioned that, sotto voce, to my wife, and she shuddered. Must have been a cold breeze from somewhere.
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Update: The refrigerator is installed. And apparently, the reason it's so attractive is that now she can tell her friends that she has a refrigerator of her own, in her room. Not even the kid with her own PC, television, and phone has one. Bragging rights!
The freezer's going to go into our storage room. When I mentioned this to my daughter, she laughed and asked if this meant that she could have the very small refrigerator that's in the storage room now. It's one that my parents bought when they moved in, about twenty years ago; for the last ten years, its been, for the most part, unused, and she's asked for it a couple of times. I just looked at her. Because, she continued, she could keep the guinea pig's medicine in there, instead of the house refrigerator (which she knows I don't like). And I could keep some snacks in there, so it would free up space in our refrigerator. And it would use something that isn't being used now. And -- stop, I said. Its okay. You made a persuasive case, and you didn't whine while you were doing it. You had valid points that you presented in a calm manner. Go for it.
Of course, given our parenting style, we had to add a couple of conditions -- she has to rearrange her room to accommodate it; she has to clean it (yeah, even by my standards, its pretty grungy) and keep it clean -- but bottom line was, sure.
So she's happy. What in the world she'll keep in there, I have no idea. But I was careful not to point out that it would make a dandy stand for the television that's sitting in a box downstairs, which we just use in the van for long trips. It'd even be right next to a cable jack! I mentioned that, sotto voce, to my wife, and she shuddered. Must have been a cold breeze from somewhere.
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Update: The refrigerator is installed. And apparently, the reason it's so attractive is that now she can tell her friends that she has a refrigerator of her own, in her room. Not even the kid with her own PC, television, and phone has one. Bragging rights!
Cleaning
One of the very few things that my wife and I disagree about is cleaning.
Since I was forcibly retired, I've cleaned the house. By guy standards, I do a decent job. By my wife's standards -- well, she does appreciate what I do. Its not as good as she would do, though, if she had the time. For a while, that was a minor sore spot with me, because I thought she was being critical of how I did it. Now, I know that she really isn't; it's just that if she were doing it, she'd do more. Dust, clean the windows, mop the ceiling, that sort of thing.
We realized, after a while, that she literally can see dirt that I cannot. Part of it is my vision -- I have some difficulty seeing minor contrasts (for example, our television has red channel display numbers against black; I can't read them) and the ability to see dust is in large part the ability to see minor contrasts -- and part of it is standards -- I just don't think that minor dust is a problem, whereas she does- if not per se, then as an indicator of future problems if not addressed now. I do recognize that this is possible. It's just not a big deal to me.
When I left the Air Force, I mentioned to the wife of a friend that I rarely cleaned (ie, dust, mop) the room, and never cleaned behind the big armchair that had come with the room. Surely not never! she exclaimed, and I offered to let her come over to my room to see. Which she did. She leaned over the armchair, peered behind it, and said "My god -- you weren't kidding!" My feeling was, I couldn't see it back there, it wasn't hurting me, so what was the point? She, obviously, felt differently. My wife does, too.
Wherever it comes from, its something that I have to work to be sensitive to. About. Concerning. Whatever....
Since I was forcibly retired, I've cleaned the house. By guy standards, I do a decent job. By my wife's standards -- well, she does appreciate what I do. Its not as good as she would do, though, if she had the time. For a while, that was a minor sore spot with me, because I thought she was being critical of how I did it. Now, I know that she really isn't; it's just that if she were doing it, she'd do more. Dust, clean the windows, mop the ceiling, that sort of thing.
We realized, after a while, that she literally can see dirt that I cannot. Part of it is my vision -- I have some difficulty seeing minor contrasts (for example, our television has red channel display numbers against black; I can't read them) and the ability to see dust is in large part the ability to see minor contrasts -- and part of it is standards -- I just don't think that minor dust is a problem, whereas she does- if not per se, then as an indicator of future problems if not addressed now. I do recognize that this is possible. It's just not a big deal to me.
When I left the Air Force, I mentioned to the wife of a friend that I rarely cleaned (ie, dust, mop) the room, and never cleaned behind the big armchair that had come with the room. Surely not never! she exclaimed, and I offered to let her come over to my room to see. Which she did. She leaned over the armchair, peered behind it, and said "My god -- you weren't kidding!" My feeling was, I couldn't see it back there, it wasn't hurting me, so what was the point? She, obviously, felt differently. My wife does, too.
Wherever it comes from, its something that I have to work to be sensitive to. About. Concerning. Whatever....
Sunday, October 07, 2007
Cloning The Bagel
I mentioned that there are a number of people looking to home-clone the Panera Bread Cinnamon Crunch Bagel. I don't see where it ought to be all that difficult -- after all, Panera lists the ingredients right on their site --
Ingredients: Unbleached flour (wheat flour, malted barley flour), water, vanilla chips (sugar, partially hydrogenated palm kernel oil, whey [a milk protein], nonfat milk, mono and diglycerides, lecithin emulsifiers, pure vanilla), cinnamon drops (sugar, palm oil, cinnamon, non fat dry milk, soya lecithin as an emulsifier), bagel base (sugar, salt, malt barley flour, contains 2% or less of: molasses, mono and diglycerides, ascorbic acid, L-cysteine, azodicarbonamide [ADA], enzyme, ammonium chloride), brown sugar, vanilla (vanilla, water, propylene glycol, alcohol, artificial flavors and caramel color), honey, yeast, margarine (palm oil, water, soybean oil, mono- and diglycerides, artificial flavor, colored with annatto, calcium disodium EDTA as a preservative, vitamin A palmitate), topping (sugar, cinnamon, modified food starch, soybean oil).
How hard could it be?
Ingredients: Unbleached flour (wheat flour, malted barley flour), water, vanilla chips (sugar, partially hydrogenated palm kernel oil, whey [a milk protein], nonfat milk, mono and diglycerides, lecithin emulsifiers, pure vanilla), cinnamon drops (sugar, palm oil, cinnamon, non fat dry milk, soya lecithin as an emulsifier), bagel base (sugar, salt, malt barley flour, contains 2% or less of: molasses, mono and diglycerides, ascorbic acid, L-cysteine, azodicarbonamide [ADA], enzyme, ammonium chloride), brown sugar, vanilla (vanilla, water, propylene glycol, alcohol, artificial flavors and caramel color), honey, yeast, margarine (palm oil, water, soybean oil, mono- and diglycerides, artificial flavor, colored with annatto, calcium disodium EDTA as a preservative, vitamin A palmitate), topping (sugar, cinnamon, modified food starch, soybean oil).
How hard could it be?
Cautery
I came across this short story through the StumbleUpon tool. I thought it was well written. The author asks for payment, if you like it, via PayPal. I think it's worth it, but I don't believe in PayPay any more (since they got a whole fleet of lawyers to write their user agreement, they look less friendly than, say, Microsoft), though I might use my credit card, which he also accepts. But in any event, I wanted to point out the story, and its talented author.
Fishy
This is from a demo for Dream Aquarium. It's quite nice, with modifiable numbers of fish, background, and sound effects. Plus, you never have to explain to your child exactly why your expensive fish is floating upside down.
Ramadan and The State Department
This article, from the US State Department, was cited in the Muslim Apple blog. It's pretty good.
Our Just Desserts
It's rude to start dinner with dessert, I suspect -- so I think we'll be galloping through the hamburger soup, tonight.
In addition to the buttermilk biscuits (recipe from The Bakers Manual), we're having Warm Apple Pockets. The original recipe is on the Allrecipes site, found here. This is my slightly modified version -
Two Warm Apple Pockets
INGREDIENTS
* 2 sweet apples -- peeled, cored and thinly sliced
* 2 tablespoons sugar
* 2 tablespoons flour
* pinch of salt
* 1 teaspoon apple pie spice
or - -----* 1/2 teaspoon ground cinnamon
----------* 1/4 teaspoons ground nutmeg
----------* 1/8 teaspoon ground allspice
----------* 1/8 teaspoon ground cardamom
* 1 tablespoon vanilla extract
* 2 prepared, unbaked pie crusts (thawed if necessary)
* milk
* 1 egg, beaten
DIRECTIONS
1. Preheat oven to 375 degrees F (190 degrees C).
2. In a bowl, toss apple slices together with sugar, flour, salt, apple pie spice, and vanilla extract until evenly coated.
3. Lay pie dough flat on a lightly greased baking sheet.
4. Pile apples on one side of dough, leaving a 1 inch border.
5. Brush opposite half side of dough and entire border with milk.
6. Fold dough over apples, being careful not to over-stuff or the dough will tear.
7. Fold over edges and pinch together to seal.
8. Cut several small slits in the top of the pocket with a sharp knife
9. Brush top with beaten egg.
10. Bake in the preheated oven for 40 minutes, or until flakey and golden brown.
In addition to the buttermilk biscuits (recipe from The Bakers Manual), we're having Warm Apple Pockets. The original recipe is on the Allrecipes site, found here. This is my slightly modified version -
Two Warm Apple Pockets
INGREDIENTS
* 2 sweet apples -- peeled, cored and thinly sliced
* 2 tablespoons sugar
* 2 tablespoons flour
* pinch of salt
* 1 teaspoon apple pie spice
or - -----* 1/2 teaspoon ground cinnamon
----------* 1/4 teaspoons ground nutmeg
----------* 1/8 teaspoon ground allspice
----------* 1/8 teaspoon ground cardamom
* 1 tablespoon vanilla extract
* 2 prepared, unbaked pie crusts (thawed if necessary)
* milk
* 1 egg, beaten
DIRECTIONS
1. Preheat oven to 375 degrees F (190 degrees C).
2. In a bowl, toss apple slices together with sugar, flour, salt, apple pie spice, and vanilla extract until evenly coated.
3. Lay pie dough flat on a lightly greased baking sheet.
4. Pile apples on one side of dough, leaving a 1 inch border.
5. Brush opposite half side of dough and entire border with milk.
6. Fold dough over apples, being careful not to over-stuff or the dough will tear.
7. Fold over edges and pinch together to seal.
8. Cut several small slits in the top of the pocket with a sharp knife
9. Brush top with beaten egg.
10. Bake in the preheated oven for 40 minutes, or until flakey and golden brown.
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