Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Baked Onions With Pecans
Sally Fallon is an extremely talented female chef. I've been cooking from her classic Nourishing Traditions for about 2 years now, and this recipe is one of my favorites from it.
Baked Onions With Pecans
(adapted)
Serves 8
4 large onions
garlic (optional)
1 cup veggie stock
3 tablespoons butter*
1 tablespoon honey
1 teaspoon lemon juice*
1/4 teaspoon paprika
sea salt*
1/2 cup chopped pecans
*make sure you do not use too much butter, lemon juice, or salt, or else it will soak into the onions (and garlic), creating a terribly unpleasant and unpalatable, strong off-flavor
Peel onions, and slice along the equator. I like to give them another vertical slice, just so they end up as bite-size pieces. Lay them along a baking tray with their sides up. I choose to add halved garlic cloves as well. Mix stock, melted butter, honey, lemon juice, and paprika. Salt to taste. Again, make sure that the mixture is very light and subtle. Strong flavors will become even stronger when the mixture soaks into the baking onions! Pour over onions, and bake them for about an hour at 350 degrees, until onions are just tender. Sprinkle with pecans, and bake for another 10-15 minutes.
Bon Appetit!
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Transmogrifier
This was a box that my housemate's mattress came in, and man, was it funny to see how excited a group of 20-year-olds can get about playing with such things.
We all remember Calvin's clone/transformation machine.
(For those of you who don't know what I'm talking about or never read Calvin and Hobbes, don't be offended, but how did you get through childhood?)
Friday, April 9, 2010
Fame By Association
They played at the Pearl St. Night Club, and I was able to make my way up to the front row. The last song they played was the song I was waiting for them to play the entire time, my favorite, "The Garden (Part III)". As I was singing along to the words and dancing, the beautiful Trevor Garrod, keyboardist and vocalist, looked right at me and smiled during the moment of, "got a little bit a soul, got a little bit a rock n' roll in my bones..."
It was epic.
That familiar voice, from all the years of listening to it, singing right back to me as we flirted.
It was definitely one of those celebrity moments, where the audience and stage become one.
Tea Leaf Green on MySpace
"The Garden (Part III)" on Taught To Be Proud, by Tea Leaf Green
Got a little bit a soul,
Got a little bit a rock n' roll in my bones,
Don't you bury me when I'm old,
I may need 'em when I'm reborn,
When I'm reborn.
The garden that you planted is doin' well,
I thought you'd like to know,
The roses are growin' on the hound dog's bones,
It reminds me of the time, I told you long ago.
Darlin' let's let our hair grow long,
We can work on a farm, maybe live on a mountain,
I got an old hound dog, likes to run,
Needs a lot of room, and he hates to be chained up.
Just like me, just like we are supposed to be,
Just like me, just like we are supposed to be,
Just like me, just like we are supposed to be,
Just like me, just like we are supposed to be.
The mountain's sinkin', the river's risin',
The sky's fallin', I fear I'm dyin',
The forest is creepin' in, and I cannot stop it,
I don't want to try now, I can't remember how,
I used to dream about them valley highways,
Before I was chained to this country by way,
And left me here, lettin' freedom tear us apart.
OOOOOHHHH!...
Darlin' let's let our hair grow long,
We can work on a farm, maybe live on a mountain,
I got an old hound dog, likes to run,
Needs a lot of room, and he hates to be chained up.
Just like me, just like we are supposed to be,
Just like me, just like we are supposed to be,
Just like me, just like we are supposed to be,
Just like me, just like we are supposed to be.
Monday, April 5, 2010
MS Paint Art
"Fingermade" (ha!) by a laptop scroll pad, not bad eh?!
Shun Dell
Considering Dell? Don't.
This is why you do not want a Dell computer:
This has been going on for about a year and a half now. It first started with one vertical line. Then two, three, four, etc... A nice assortment of colors, also. Next, lines starting aggregating. I now even have a horizontal line. It's weird though, because they all go away if I torque the screen. I once tried bungee cording it for some semi-permanent torquing, but to no avail. Haha... anyway, my computer is destined to fry its LCD. And there is no use getting it fixed, since you could pretty much call my computer totaled. Not covered by warranty, either. Thanks, Dell!... Even though you recalled this product for this exact reason and have a customer service e-mail address made specifically for customers with complaints about vertical lines!
This should go on fail blog:
I also have an issue with my battery. Every time my power cord gets unplugged, the computer immediately shuts down. Though, it will stay on for as long as it's plugged in. I can't take my laptop anywhere, geez.
When I'm at the library, and I walk away from my computer, I'll put up this screen and feel comfortable being gone for any length of time:
Friday, February 19, 2010
An Affair With Food
It's a beautiful thing.
And not just any, 'ole kind of food.
No. I'm talking about the kind that nourishes your soul, as it makes its way down your savoring palate, feeding every cell in your body, filling your belly, and connecting to your heart in so many different ways. It's the kind of food that is stewarded intimately from the Earth, emanating of social justice and sustainability. Food that is grown with love and is right around the corner if you look for it. And I don't mean your corner-mart grocery store. I mean, your next door neighbor.
Food that is shared with others. Food that is cherished.
Oh, how my heart soars for these beings. These soil-dwelling creatures that present themselves so closely to my health every-single-day-of-my-life. It's incredible. I eat every day, and it's this food that keeps me going. If not, I wouldn't be here.
Wow.
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Consumer Whores
I can't believe so many people were at the mall. PEOPLE ARE ACTUALLY OUT DOING THIS SHIT ALL THE TIME!!!... When I'm in the little bubble out here in the Valley, being so deeply connected to my food, making my own stuff, etc., there are people buying oily, salted pretzels every day and buying MASS-PRODUCED junk (it's all just junk), taking up ENTIRE PARKING LOTS to do it!!! These people aren't being self-sufficient. They're just all sheep, flocking around like idiots guzzling down paychecks on nothing but things they don't need. Just stuff, stuff, and stuff! I'm not ignorant; I know this is going on around me all the time. I'm a consumer whore, too. We all are. But never, in like 5 years at least, have I been around such a concentrated area of consumerism at its worst. Wow, malls... these places still exist. I'm just so far removed from it all. I don't watch TV, ever. I avoid convenience stores, supermarkets, etc. If I ever go shopping, it's at a thrift store or online... Treating myself is going to local wholesalers of outdoorsy brands like Patagonia, L.L.Bean, Mountain Hard Wear, etc. I know it, but imagining a world where people do what I saw tonight, every day, frightens me beyond measure.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
"Espresso Bean" Misnomer Rant
Saturday, August 1, 2009
Spicy Korean Pickle!
I have a summer farmshare with Riverland Farm in Sunderland, MA, and over the course of a few weeks, I've acquired quite the stash of cabbage. Two honking napas, one that I made just a regular sauerkraut from and the other, along with two purple cabbage heads, KIMCHI! I turned to our dear friend who wrote Wild Fermentation for help.
I made a brine of salt water for the chopped cabbage and diced carrots and a daikon radish to soak in overnight. I then chopped up onions and garlic, one Hot Wax pepper and one Jalapeno pepper, cayenne powder, and grated ginger. Pouring off the brine, I mixed the vegetables and spice melody. Packed into sterilized jars, using the brine to help raise the water level. Fermentation will take about 1 week. According to the Korean Food Research Institute, the average Korean eats about a quarter pound of kimchi every day. I don't imagine I'll be consuming it that readily, so hopefully it'll last for about half a year or more. Kudos for food preservation.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Anahata Calling
(I know, I should really sell these, shouldn't I?)
This is a reminder for me to radiate compassion and love through my bursting Anahata to all of creation.
Monday, June 15, 2009
Sustainability
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Rainbow Fish
Friday, May 22, 2009
Treasure Trip
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Luna Love
Friday, December 26, 2008
Warren Wrath
Unleashing the extreme is like standing under icicles. They hang over my head, ready to strike at any moment. You just never know. Ready to leave their puncturing wounds. I can't talk to them. Make sense of them. They are frozen, stiff, festering his core of anger, resentment, and self-hatred.
Too bad his raging fire won't melt the icicles.
Spending all of these years trying to become immune to it, and eventually, all he'll be hurting is himself.
Dark, despairing energy. The kind that sticks to the walls of this house.
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Henry David Thoreau, Walden, 1854
Monday, November 17, 2008
Maa
Mmm, mama...
We are Earth. The moon. The ladybug. Wise. We are each all the foam-arisen Aphrodite. Swans. We are Rosie the Riveter saying, "We are doing it!" or, "We did do it!" instead of, "We can do it!".
Sunday, November 9, 2008
A Beautiful Morning
The winding path of life leads me to gifts blessed by the universe. Experiences taken, lessons learned; embrace it all. Run with the wind, the ever-changing current. I can handle it all. Bring on the laughs, the joys, the tears... the sorrow. I am stronger than pain and suffering.
Ah, Astarte Farm, tomato haven. It was my last stop of the farm-hopping train. Cool mornings and scorching days. An August of a beat-up straw hat on its way out, a more-than-ever sun-kissed face, dirt-encrusted pores (permanent summer stamp)... oh an August so simply wonderful. A September, October, and November of crisp, autumn air and cloudy skies. My work for now has ceased, but the love I bred will cycle through the fertility of the soil for seasons to come.
What a breathtaking view that morning. A horizon so concentrated with blissful peace and stillness. Bond with the light, and keep chins up. Always look up and ahead. Time has precious keepings. Love.
Saturday, November 8, 2008
Guitars, Hairy Armpits, and Snakes
Sunday, October 26, 2008
How To Make Raspberry Jam
less than a farmer,
more than a passer-by,
...
mingling amongst vibrant, red berries, gathering in glass, avoiding the sting.
Ethically self-harvest local & organic berries, leaving some for others. Take of which that is right, with thankfulness and gratitude for the Earth, as she so willingly shares her bounty. If it is cold, wear a coat, if it is too sunny, wear a hat.
Gather twice as much in berry form that you would like to make, as the mass of the berries divides in half when they're mashed. 1 quart = 4 cups; gather 8 cups of berries if you'd like to make 1 quart of jam.
Keep fresh.
Mash the berries, and warm the same amount of granulated sugar in the oven at 250 degrees fahrenheit for about 15 minutes.
Boil hard the mashed berries for 1 minute, mix in sugar, and return to a full boil. Stir until gel - 5+ minutes without added pectin.
Smile when you eat or prepare. The homecraft warms your heart.
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Epiphysis Cerebri
She is the vision of metaphysical communication. Indigo energy field, with blasts of rainbow light inside those eyes. Flowing from her base, prevalent up and through her throat, forehead, crown. Seat of the soul, the pineal gland knows. The eye watches all and sees... vibrations. It is her identity. With many to choose. Mandala as offering. What will she project? Give. What will forthcome, now that she holds sight?
Monday, October 6, 2008
In Ruins
A real man, may I ever meet one? Please? Just spare me. A real man to hear my stories. To embrace my flaws as stepping stones to our shared journey of understanding, compassion, partnership, and trust. I'm growing for you, so that we may grow together. I just want to be a good woman. I am a good woman.
I've been raped. A ragdoll, strewn across the ground with the blood spattered on my face of getting my heart thrown back at me. Thanks, hope you had fun with it. It's not even in my reach.
I rise above, stronger than this lifeless, ragdoll body. I am strength. I am power. I am wisdom. I am love. Love to go around, projected to all corners and infinite spaces of the universe. The mother, constantly reproducing. Breeding light. Breeding peace.
In ruins, this love. In ruins, I fall, even in the highest. Death potion, freezing ponds, cutting, self-destruction. Oh, but I'm beyond all that. I'm better than this all, but what must one succumb to if not reconciliation? To be in control, to hurt the other?... oh, what a perpetual cycle.
Drained, of all energy. Of all tears. Drained, it leaks into my waking life. End it, all. When will I be over this one?
"to you i wish the sun, infinite even when obscured,
the moon, cooling on the warmest of nights,
the heavens, rooted in today,
earth, the manifest transcends the imminent"
-from one who once loved me