Random Blogging

Fall Mill Valley

Just got back. Was helping my son with his children while his wife was out of town. Brought my work with me, so this was not a vacation. Although totally enjoyable, I did not do much in the way of touristy things. On my last full day, I did take my camera and go for an hour’s walk. uphill this time. the roads and driveways in this town! you take your life in your hands, all in the name of beauty! Last picture is Ted’s house. I learned to maneuver in and out of that driveway, halfway up. When Ted takes his car all the way up, he has to spin his wheels and burn rubber! and getting out! God forbid someone is coming up the road!

Ted says: “Oh, people tend to drive carefully, but there are a couple of knuckleheads.”

Wow! When I think of teenagers driving! This town is loaded with young families. There will come a day when all those kids are driving their porches and BMWs up and down these hills. I’ll probably be dead by then…

So, here’s my one hour’s worth of photos from this trip.

http://www.flickr.com/apps/slideshow/show.swf?v=107931

burnt outside – inside raw

Love that headline. Of course, it had to do with food.

The secret, the blogger said, was to throw the steak (or fish) on the grill to get those black lines, and then to finish it off in the oven. How else, he asks, would those restaurant cooks or caterers responsible for big parties deliver all that perfect looking food?

But for me, “burnt outside inside raw,” feels like the beginning of a philosophical discussion. The real question (as far as humanly possible) is how to avoid that state? I wouldn’t mind being the same temperature through and through, perfectly consistent in texture and feeling, appealing and delectable. Don’t you agree? And, also, would it be cheating to finish it off in the oven, and how does that relate, physically (or mentally) speaking?

Now, I’ve heard about trial by fire, but there’s gotta be an easier way.

Nicolism: No broccoli for you

broccoli
Does this broccoli look mad?

I had just made home-made broccoli soup. Two cups. Nick was drinking the second cup.

Nick: Be careful of broccoli, ma. It’s full of testosterone and that’s not good for you. It will make you all mean.

Me: What’s wrong with a little self-assertiveness?

Nick: I thought you wanted to be a sweet little old lady.

Me: (speechless, as usual.)

Yes, he takes the place of mom, but i return the favor, and sound just like her when I’m with him.

Yes, mom. I’m afraid there is a god!

Nicolism: on headaches

Will I ever listen? Nick says: "She never does."

I’m just popping the tab on my second diet coke of the day… “Mom, that’s why you get headaches…”

 

(Nick doesn’t know it, but one of his missions in life is to take the place of my mom… Look for more Nicolisms, plenty to come).

and, ps, I did get a headache.

meerabai

She may not like that i posted her love song, here, on my bitch site, but maybe she wouldn’t mind…

I can find poems by Kabir or Rumi, but it’s hard (at least for me) to find Meerabai’s poems… and I can’t help it. Life is so sweet sometimes. so to sweetness…

 

 

 

To market

We decided that a field trip was in order, so, on Martha’s suggestion, we visited Maria’s. The challenge was to find the weirdest looking vegetables, take them home  and cook them.

It was overwhelming! One man, from India was amazed to find gangura. He said his wife cooks it in a chutney, and that he had not seen it outside of India. Actually, he said, even North Indians don’t know about it.

The bittermelon was, by far, one of the weirdest. An Indian lady told B that it was a very healthy gourd and to cook it up with tumeric, chili powder and brown sugar (we went on and added twice as much spice as the recipe called for, lots of brown sugar, and even hummus, because one of the recipes we found said you could use chickpeas in it, but, alas, to no avail!)

I couldn’t get over the ugliness of the yampi. It’s a Jamaican yam.

Martha decided, since B and I were looking at vegetables, she’d pick a fruit, and that’s how we came by the mamey.

We also bought some fennel because B said she wanted some (good choice!).

Once B and I got these back to the kitchen, we attacked the bittermelon. We watched videos and looked up recipes. In the end, we put everything we could think of in the pot, because no matter what we did, it tasted horrible.

B kept telling me to taste it while it was cooking. Finally, I wised up, and told her I had done my share of tasting, it was her turn…

Just go read about it, though. It will cure anything!

The yampi — we could find very little about it. We did read that it smelled really bad while it was cooking. After the bittermellon, it took a lot of courage to attack the ugly thing. However, it did not smell, and it tasted just like potatoes, we mashed them. They might be a little more gluey in texture, but pretty darn close in taste. We’d like to know if they are better for you than potatoes, but that’s still a mystery.

The fennel… Oh, joy! That was delicious. You cut it up (we tried both ways, across and long ways — didn’t matter), coated it with olive oil and a couple sprinkles of balsamic vinegar, and roasted it at 400 degrees for 40 minutes.

The mamey… It’s breathtakingly beautiful — a deep orange red with a shiny black pit. It’s very sweet and has a kind of mushy texture… I ended up using a portion of it today to make mamey custard, and that was an experience… I don’t have a clue how to caramelize sugar, tried twice, failed both times, and the custard part ended up kind of bready. Wasn’t bad, but certainly not what I expected.

We had a very fun time on this field trip. We caused traffic jams at Maria’s because we were busy taking photos and asking questions, but both staff and customers put up with us.

Martha had to work, so B and i cooked. We called Martha when we were ten minutes from sitting down at the table to eat…

All of us, without exception, decided that we’d have to be awfully sick before we ate any more bittermelon. One of the diseases it’s supposed to be good for is diabetes, but, since you have to load the sugar on it, that’s hard to believe.

The yampi was not bad. If it’s actually healthier than potatoes, it could be a good substitute. The jury is still out on that.

We all loved the fennel, but of course, fennel is not a weird veggie at all. When you roast it, it caramelizes — delicious!

And the mamey custard was a lot of work…  I can’t even describe how I feel about it. I’m going to have to play with that one some more.

 

Cubed

I have always been attracted to small spaces. Keep thinking I can live in my kids’ back yard from time to time! and my grandchildren will take it over when I’m not “home.”

It might be a granny thing. And as long as granny has a left foot, this little place would be a perfect fit!

It has a photovoltaic system and can produce all the energy it needs. It also raises 1,000 pounds per year in FiT income. Waste is either composted or drained away to a small reed-bed and soak-away (will have to find out about the soak away).

At first, I wondered about falling out of bed, but on watching the animated version, I see that it has some safety sides, sort of like Nicolas’ old bunk bed (which he did fly off of one time when he was about three in his SuperHero stage). That’s when I had to triple lock the doors out to the balcony — we lived on the seventh floor at the time. To find out more about the project, and to see photos, visit the cube’s site.

update: may 2018, even more stuff. now no worries about falling out of bed…