But I came back at it this week because I had ordered some true vintage cook books from Amazon, and I got one in the mail this past Monday: the Metropolitan Life Insurance Co.'s cook book! It's really just a short pamphlet with recipes and home tips, but it was sure fun to look at. I hadn't decided which recipe to do when serendipity stepped in and decided for me: my neighbor gave me two pounds of strawberries he'd grown in his garden, so I decided to make the Strawberry Tapioca Pudding Parfait out of the book... and change it up a little with my own spin on it.
Watch me make it here:
Here's a photo of the recipe from the book!
*THE THING that Windows Movie Maker does is literally that it crashes - without ANY warning and without ANY triggering that I can discern - completely and totally randomly. You'll be working along and then - BOOM - screen goes black, program is unreachable... have to close everything and start over, re-opening the editable file from disk rather than the recovered file because that'll screw up the output of the final file when you're done... and the only "cure" I have found for it is to literally save the file after EVERY MOVE I MAKE. Like, brighten a scene... save file. Split a video file... save. Delete piece of video... save. Lower music volume... save. And on and on and on. Last week, it crashed and made EVEN THE SOURCE FILES unreadable - and, hence, unusable - and so I went to use some files from an episode I had never uploaded... and it did the same thing. Since I haven't yet gotten my money together to get new editing software, I was seriously holding my breath the whole time I edited this week's video. It only crashed one time this week, though, and I did get my file... however, now my Internet access is being slower than molasses in January in the middle of the Klondike during a polar vortex and uploading the file to YouTube took two and half hours when it should have taken about 20 minutes. (Sigh)
**Last week, my world was TOTAL BS from start to finish. I was really very upset missing Caitlin, my videographer and little buddy who'd moved to Spokane, my husband was not feeling himself all week for very sad personal reasons, then a couple of persons (who shall remain nameless) told me my music was crap and that I should give up, and then the AC in my car stopped working, one of my best friends stopped talking to me (and some other BS happened there) and then the paper I wrote puzzles for canned me, so, yeah, the files getting eaten was pretty par for the damned course, TBH. It was a REALLY, REALLY, REALLY tough week.