The doomsday clock is a symbolic gauge of the danger we are in, dating back to the Cold War. In 1962 during the Cuban missle crisis it was one minute to midnight. And there was no easy way of communication, no red phone, no computers. The fastest mode of communicating between Washington and Moscow was via teletype and by the time a message was deciphered, it took 12 hours to reach the other end. Historians use this as an example of how important a trait personality is in our leaders. Intelligence experts today say it is five minutes to midnight. Obama is thoughtful and deliberative in the mode of Jack Kennedy, but will he be able to turn back the clock? Stop it? Are expectations for an Obama presidency too high? Can one man bear the burden of a nation in free fall . . . like Atlas on ice skates in a melting pond?
All I know for sure is that the dog is at my feet next to the register and the lights are on.
"Two wrongs may not make a right but a thousand wrongs make a writer.”
Friday, November 28, 2008
Monday, November 17, 2008
What's Under The Bed
Every celebrity has a diet nowadays and secrets for getting rid of wrinkles. Organic wrinkle remover is the latest. But once you have them, can they really be removed with a cream, organic or otherwise? This is all you need to do:
Sleep on your back.
Hold perfectly still.
If you're prone to curling up in a ball,
hands clenched under your chin for protection
from what is under the bed,
train yourself to unfurl.
Open your hands and stretch your fingers,
let go of yourself.
(Are you afraid of falling out of bed?)
Relax your elbows and point
your toes to the ceiling
then let your feet fall where they will.
Sleep on your back and leave your face alone.
Sleep on your back.
Hold perfectly still.
If you're prone to curling up in a ball,
hands clenched under your chin for protection
from what is under the bed,
train yourself to unfurl.
Open your hands and stretch your fingers,
let go of yourself.
(Are you afraid of falling out of bed?)
Relax your elbows and point
your toes to the ceiling
then let your feet fall where they will.
Sleep on your back and leave your face alone.
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Shotgun Shells and Spaghetti Sauce
Walking down the gravel road towards dusk with a bowl of spaghetti sauce under my coat, gunshots went off in the woods to the north of me, and then along the creek to the south of me and in the woods behind me, and I wonder that there aren't more accidents than what are reported. I wrapped my arms around the bowl for warmth and made my way up the incline of the road. It was snowing, but not hard. Shots were still going off, but receding and the ribbon of the road stretched out in front of me on a surreal trajectory.
If you're hit by a bullet, do you feel it? Does it hurt? I imagine my bowl of spaghetti being blown to smithereens, sauce down the front of my coat and in my hair and then what would they eat for dinner? How long would it take before someone noticed my lifeless body in the ditch? And if I was only wounded, would I be able to make my way home?
PATTY'S SPAGHETTI SAUCE
A handful of sliced fresh mushrooms,
1 onion, several stalks of celery and
fresh garlic (as much as you like)
diced and simmered in 1/2 stick butter
and/or olive oil until translucent.
Add two quarts of canned tomatoes,
1 bay leaf, 1t oregano, more garlic (pressed)
2t salt and 2t. pepper.
I like to add meatballs
for substance, but if you don't
have a local source
for good meat you can chunk it
up with winter squash (delicata are nice)
Simmer all day on the stove,
stirring frequently.
Your sauce will thicken as it simmers.
If you're hit by a bullet, do you feel it? Does it hurt? I imagine my bowl of spaghetti being blown to smithereens, sauce down the front of my coat and in my hair and then what would they eat for dinner? How long would it take before someone noticed my lifeless body in the ditch? And if I was only wounded, would I be able to make my way home?
PATTY'S SPAGHETTI SAUCE
A handful of sliced fresh mushrooms,
1 onion, several stalks of celery and
fresh garlic (as much as you like)
diced and simmered in 1/2 stick butter
and/or olive oil until translucent.
Add two quarts of canned tomatoes,
1 bay leaf, 1t oregano, more garlic (pressed)
2t salt and 2t. pepper.
I like to add meatballs
for substance, but if you don't
have a local source
for good meat you can chunk it
up with winter squash (delicata are nice)
Simmer all day on the stove,
stirring frequently.
Your sauce will thicken as it simmers.
Saturday, November 15, 2008
A Dog Named Clyde
Today was opening day for deer hunters. It rained all day, but the termperature dropped into the low thirties around 4pm, and the rain then turned to snow.
Hunting season is steeped in tradition in our area of the Thumb. Opening day on pheasants was especially memorable, because we would make friedcakes with our grandmother(recipe to come if I can find it), and it was exciting to have all those strange men tromping around in their boots and fur hats with their guns on their shoulders, signing in at the back door, exchanging stories and anecdotes, then coming back at the end of the hunt to report in and get a warm friedcake and a glass of milk.
We had several hunters today, city cousins who are still drawn to the farm at times like this. I am reminded of a visit to Scotland we took several years ago in the fall, tromping around the countryside and chancing upon a little pub and the hunters who were warming up by the fire with a pint.
This is an excerpt from my diary that day:
Nothing moves on the mountain
except water tumbling in mad want of the sea.
Silver ribbons of falling water
rolling green, falling, falling water.
We trudged along rushing rills
and found a pub sandwiched between.
The inside was warm and comfortable
The regulars talk up the hunt in coal smoke.
A tall, gray man enters with a dog
that looks just like him,
a massive poodle with long legs bred to hunt.
He walks his dog to the pub every day
(he tells us this), his name is Clyde,
and he is content to lie across the man’s boots
and follow us with his great liquid eyes.
Other fellas are over from Finland for the hunt.
Handsome and laughing, they tell us to stay here.
There is plenty of fun at night
and you can hear water falling all day.
Hunting season is steeped in tradition in our area of the Thumb. Opening day on pheasants was especially memorable, because we would make friedcakes with our grandmother(recipe to come if I can find it), and it was exciting to have all those strange men tromping around in their boots and fur hats with their guns on their shoulders, signing in at the back door, exchanging stories and anecdotes, then coming back at the end of the hunt to report in and get a warm friedcake and a glass of milk.
We had several hunters today, city cousins who are still drawn to the farm at times like this. I am reminded of a visit to Scotland we took several years ago in the fall, tromping around the countryside and chancing upon a little pub and the hunters who were warming up by the fire with a pint.
This is an excerpt from my diary that day:
Nothing moves on the mountain
except water tumbling in mad want of the sea.
Silver ribbons of falling water
rolling green, falling, falling water.
We trudged along rushing rills
and found a pub sandwiched between.
The inside was warm and comfortable
The regulars talk up the hunt in coal smoke.
A tall, gray man enters with a dog
that looks just like him,
a massive poodle with long legs bred to hunt.
He walks his dog to the pub every day
(he tells us this), his name is Clyde,
and he is content to lie across the man’s boots
and follow us with his great liquid eyes.
Other fellas are over from Finland for the hunt.
Handsome and laughing, they tell us to stay here.
There is plenty of fun at night
and you can hear water falling all day.
Friday, November 14, 2008
In the night
You have stumbled upon Yvonne's new blog. Check it out and then come back again!
I'm alone in the house and night has a tight hold....no stars, no moon, no neighbors. The rain is falling and the temperature is dropping. Will there be snow come morning... should morning come? Check back and I'll let you know.
What's in this for you, gentle reader? Great recipes!! And the opening scene of a new story.
I'm alone in the house and night has a tight hold....no stars, no moon, no neighbors. The rain is falling and the temperature is dropping. Will there be snow come morning... should morning come? Check back and I'll let you know.
What's in this for you, gentle reader? Great recipes!! And the opening scene of a new story.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Food Wanted
I delivered beets today to the food pantry. People were lined up at 1pm with their containers and they couldn't sign up until 2pm. When we turned the bushel over to one of the people working there, my husband said, "these are organic beets." The fella said, "Organic? What's that mean?" Oh well....they were very appreciative and now more educated. We also passed out copies of my sister's Basic Roasted Beets recipe (see below). Thanks Mary Pat.
On a more serious note, my father who remembers the Great Depression says we're in for a real food shortage. I'm afraid he's going to be right...again, and nobody talked much about farming, food safety and inspection and sustainable agriculture during the campaign.
We didn't talk much about the fact that there were so many people waiting for food in our small town where you wouldn't think anyone could be hungry.
On a more serious note, my father who remembers the Great Depression says we're in for a real food shortage. I'm afraid he's going to be right...again, and nobody talked much about farming, food safety and inspection and sustainable agriculture during the campaign.
We didn't talk much about the fact that there were so many people waiting for food in our small town where you wouldn't think anyone could be hungry.
Lake Effect
We are far enough from the lake that we don't directly feel the lake effect my grandmother used to complain about, the prevailing wind and the cooler temperature, but our weather is still governed by the Great Lakes, our national treasure. Fresh water and good food will be the oil of the 21st century. I know a little bit about good food and healthy soil and the painstaking efforts of many small famers to keep poison off their fields and out of your food.
What's on today's agenda: Delivering a bushel of beets to my local food pantry.
What I'm working on: Putting away the soaker hoses for winter, along with all the garden utensils and the tomato cages. The garlic is planted and already I received my first seed catalog for next year, and all I want to do is hunker down in front of my laptop and work on my novel!
Recipe for BASIC ROASTED BEETS
Scrub beets but do not peel. Leave a ¼ inch of the stem if removing greens and a bit of the growing tip also. Rub with a little oil. Bake in a pan or on a baking sheet at 400 degrees or whatever oven temperature is convenient until whole beets are easily pierced with a knife. (I like to wrap them in foil.) Skin will be bubbly in places. Small beets take 30 to 40 minutes. Large beets can take an hour to 90 minutes depending upon size and oven temp. They become very sweet with thorough baking so don't undercook them. Cool and then remove the stems and sking. Skins should slip right off and beets can then be sliced, quartered, or left whole. They are ready to be reheated with a little butter, vinegar or in your favorite recipe. Many cooks feel they are best enjoyed in salads with citrus or salty flavorings. They can be kept and refrigerated for up to a week. You may also cut them as desired and put into freezer bags to enjoy through the winter.
More recipes for using beets to follow.
Yvonne
What's on today's agenda: Delivering a bushel of beets to my local food pantry.
What I'm working on: Putting away the soaker hoses for winter, along with all the garden utensils and the tomato cages. The garlic is planted and already I received my first seed catalog for next year, and all I want to do is hunker down in front of my laptop and work on my novel!
Recipe for BASIC ROASTED BEETS
Scrub beets but do not peel. Leave a ¼ inch of the stem if removing greens and a bit of the growing tip also. Rub with a little oil. Bake in a pan or on a baking sheet at 400 degrees or whatever oven temperature is convenient until whole beets are easily pierced with a knife. (I like to wrap them in foil.) Skin will be bubbly in places. Small beets take 30 to 40 minutes. Large beets can take an hour to 90 minutes depending upon size and oven temp. They become very sweet with thorough baking so don't undercook them. Cool and then remove the stems and sking. Skins should slip right off and beets can then be sliced, quartered, or left whole. They are ready to be reheated with a little butter, vinegar or in your favorite recipe. Many cooks feel they are best enjoyed in salads with citrus or salty flavorings. They can be kept and refrigerated for up to a week. You may also cut them as desired and put into freezer bags to enjoy through the winter.
More recipes for using beets to follow.
Yvonne
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Beets for Good Health
I'm awash in beets...baby beets, adult beets, deformed beets, and perfectly round beets. Two two-hundred foot rows of Detroit Dark Red, planted thickly and thinned and sold from June 1st through November, the gift that keeps on giving, and giving and giving...
ROSY BEET RISOTTO
2 medium beets
3 T. olive oil
1 medium red onion, chopped
1 ½ cups Arborio or short-grain rice
2 T. snipped fresh basil
2 14-oz cans chicken broth
½ cup crumbled blue cheese
Salt and freshly ground pepper to taste
Fresh basil leaves for garnish
Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Place beets in the center of 18-in square of heavy foil. Drizzle with 1 T olive oil and fold , allowing room for steam to build. Roast 1hr and 15 min or until tender. Cool 30 minutes. Remove beets, transfer liquid to measuring cup, add water to equal ½ cup. Pour liquid in medium saucepan. Peel and cut beets in wedges. In 3-qt saucepan cook onion in remaining oil until tender; add rice. Cook and stir 5 minutes. Meanwhile, add broth to beet liquid in saucepan. Bring to boil. Recue heat and simmer. Carefully stir 1 cup of hot broth into rice mixture. Cook, stirring frequently over med heat until liquid is absorbed. Then add ½ cup broth at a time, stirring until absorbed before adding more (about 20 min). Stir in any remaining broth. Cook and stir just until rice is tender and creamy. Add beets, heat through. Remove rice from heat, stir in half of cheese, snipped basil and salt and pepper to taste. Sprinkle remaining cheese and basil leaves and serve. Makes 8 side-dish servings.
*Recipe from the kitchen of Bette Linck-Nikodemski
ROSY BEET RISOTTO
2 medium beets
3 T. olive oil
1 medium red onion, chopped
1 ½ cups Arborio or short-grain rice
2 T. snipped fresh basil
2 14-oz cans chicken broth
½ cup crumbled blue cheese
Salt and freshly ground pepper to taste
Fresh basil leaves for garnish
Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Place beets in the center of 18-in square of heavy foil. Drizzle with 1 T olive oil and fold , allowing room for steam to build. Roast 1hr and 15 min or until tender. Cool 30 minutes. Remove beets, transfer liquid to measuring cup, add water to equal ½ cup. Pour liquid in medium saucepan. Peel and cut beets in wedges. In 3-qt saucepan cook onion in remaining oil until tender; add rice. Cook and stir 5 minutes. Meanwhile, add broth to beet liquid in saucepan. Bring to boil. Recue heat and simmer. Carefully stir 1 cup of hot broth into rice mixture. Cook, stirring frequently over med heat until liquid is absorbed. Then add ½ cup broth at a time, stirring until absorbed before adding more (about 20 min). Stir in any remaining broth. Cook and stir just until rice is tender and creamy. Add beets, heat through. Remove rice from heat, stir in half of cheese, snipped basil and salt and pepper to taste. Sprinkle remaining cheese and basil leaves and serve. Makes 8 side-dish servings.
*Recipe from the kitchen of Bette Linck-Nikodemski
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