Friday, March 12, 2010

Say "Cheese"

So I'm (finally) reading Kingsolver's Animal, Vegetable, Miracle, about her family's yearlong immersion in producing (almost all of) their own food and eating entirely as locavores. While I do not aspire to eating only that which comes from my own garden or an hour's drive or 100-mile radius or from the tri-state region (there are several definitions of "local"), I do attempt to buy things locally and at least, when it isn't local, make sure that it's reasonably seasonal to New England (i.e. no asparagus or berries for us this winter! Apples, hearty greens, root vegetables, and the like. It's kinda sad to have to say no to a preschooler begging for strawberries and grapes in March. "But the grocery store has them!" he cries. He'll understand eventually. Or not.).

Anyway, in the last year we've experimented with freezer jams and making a lot of our own bread. I just got three recipes from a friend who is experienced at putting up tomato sauce and stewed tomatoes--that's my plan for this summer. Right after I buy a mini-deep freeze. But, in the section of the book I read last night, I have been inspired to a whole new level of food production: cheese! Yep, I would love to learn how to make some cheese. Not all of our cheese, just some, just because. Right now, I have my mind set on the likes of ricotta, cream cheese, mascarpone, mozzarella, you know, the soft cheeses. Not big wheels of cheddar and the like, just easy cheeses. Maybe a cottage cheese. Think I'm crazy? Probably.

But it's not impossible. Because not too far north of here lives the Queen of Cheese, who was mentioned at length in the Kingsolver book. And she gives workshops, in addition to selling kits for kitchen production. All the workshops are sold out for the spring but I can try it at home a bit and then wait for fall.

I wonder what will be next?

(I know what won't be next: I will never be trying to make clothes for anyone).

Thursday, March 11, 2010

And Bon Voyage!

To Uncle Soccer, who I understand to be across the pond about to watch his favorite soccer team Chelsea in action! Have a wonderful time . . . (next time, Lambeth, I'll hook you two up).

Sadness

Sending love to our dear Aunt J, whose father died this morning. Our prayers are with you.

JOY!

Hearty congratulations to my BIL Goo who has been accepted into osteopathic medical school!! Congrats, OD2B Goo!

(Note: Okay, officially, he'd be a D.O., but that doesn't rhyme!)

Thursday

Whoops, I forgot that it's "turn off my engine Thursday," meaning I ignore my blog and use the time and focus to do other things. I think I usually forget because it doesn't occur to me that it is actually Thursday, which I only realized just now!

So, I'll see you tomorrow . . .

Limbo

I dislike limbo. And we have a lot of that surrounding this weekend.

  • Will Mama's project, which will take place all Friday and Saturday, take place this weekend at all? Imagine the work stress.
  • Thus, will I be with the kids on Saturday or free to go to NVC? There's planning to do either way.
  • And the numbers for the workshop aren't encouraging--will we still have it?
  • On Sunday, will plans for my visit to the city be completed? Right now it seems iffy. But I have to make plans to cover my Sunday school class.
  • But will I go into town anyway?
There might be answers today and hopefully the whole weekend will fall into place. And, all things considered, and despite the ramifications for my stuff, I hope Mama's project goes through as planned. Because she is miserable as is.

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

The Best Part of the Day

That's what Gommie always says about twilight, which is her favorite time.

And so, we stayed outside after our playdate of trike rides, chalk pictures, sliding and swinging, and a nature walk came to an end. The kids were circling the safety cones in an obstacle course, pedaling as fast as they could, then tried a variety of tricks such as riding without feet on the pedals, sitting on the top step, pedaling with hands, and standing on the steps with one leg out. Thank goodness for helmets!

Funny, the kids wore their helmets for the whole playdate, which was just as well as I accidentally clocked Bud on the head numerous times playing catch and he and Sis ran into each other at least once. Maybe they should wear helmets all the time! (Yes, I'm kidding!)

We came in around 5:45, had dinner, and are now enjoying a bath to clean off all the fun of the beautiful day.

Another Gorgeous Day

It's like a spring trifecta: three gorgeous days in a row! We had another picnic outside today, this time with ham and cheese and dried fruits and oranges and pretzels and crackers and chocolate chips that actually melted in the sun! Then it was more tricycling in the driveway, while our new "Welcome Spring" flag flapped in the gentle breeze. This afternoon, we're having our first outdoor playdate in months! This is especially sweet as we are due for rain from Friday through Tuesday, with the clouds rolling in tomorrow. So, we're gathering our proverbial rosebuds while we may!

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Okay

It's true, I'm avoiding going to bed. We haven't even headed upstairs for baths yet and it's already almost 10 p.m. Trying to salvage the day, which turned out fine, in the end, but was definitely a roller coaster ride in its own way (as I told Cousin S, in so many words, my pity party is over and I do feel grateful that it isn't worse, for in the end, nothing fundamentally changed). I think we're both decompressing: Mama from yet another busy, stressful day at the office plus her visit with me to the doctor's so there were two of us listening to info (we also hoped her presence would prevent any nasty remarks orthopedists seem to make to me when I'm alone! Either it worked or he wasn't nasty); me from the doctor's visit, the continued achiness, and the new NSAID, plus all the usual childcare/housework stuff. No wonder I've been reading the paper and blogging and emailing, plus sharing all with Mama, all while listening to her music downloads, for nigh 2 hours now!

Eureka!

Mama's finding songs we've been looking for for years (gosh, that looks funny), including the Indigo Girls's cover of "Love of the Common People":


Living on free food tickets,
water in the milk from a hole in the roof
where the rain came through.
What can you do?
Tears from your little sister,
crying 'cause she doesn't have a dress without a patch
for the party to go.
But you she'll get by

'cause she's living in the love of the common people,
smile's from the heart of a family man.
Daddy's gonna buy you a dream to cling to,
Mama's gonna love you just as much as she can
and she can.
It's a good thing you don't have a busfare,
it would fall thru' the hole in your pocket and you'd lose it
in the snow on the ground.
You got to walk into town to find a job.
Tryin' to keep your hands warm
when the hole in your shoe lets the snow come thru'
and chills you to the bone.
Now you'd better go home where it's warm,
where you can live in a love of the common people,
smile from the heart of a family man.
Daddy's gonna buy you a dream to cling to,
Mama's gonna love you just as much as she can
and she can.
Living on a dream ain't easy
but the closer the knit the tighter the fit
and the chills stay away.
You take 'em in stride for family pride.
You know that faith is in your foundation
and with a whole lot of love and a warm conversation
but don't forget to pray.
Making it strong were you belong
and we're living in the love of the common people,
smile's from the heart of a family man.
Daddy's gonna buy you a dream to cling to,
Mama's gonna love you just as much as she can
and she can.
Yes, we're living in the love of the
common people,
smile's from the heart of a family man.
Daddy's gonna buy you a dream to cling to,
Mama's gonna love you just as much as she can.
Yes, we're living in the love of the common people,
smile's from the heart of a family man.
Daddy's gonna buy you a dream to cling to,
Mama's gonna love you just as much as she can.
Yes, we're living in the love of the common people,
smile's really hard on a family man.
Daddy's gonna buy you a dream to cling to,
Mama's gonna love you just as much as s
he can
and she can.
- John Hurley & Ronnie Wilkins

Lacunae

No, not Barbara Kingsolver's new book.

A hole in my education.

I have realized how completely uninformed about the history of Eastern Europe and Central Asia I am. It is a definite black hole in my education, which seems fitting since I have gathered from recent readings that the area is often bypassed in favor of its Chinese, Indian, or Middle Eastern neighbors. But in reading recently about the Silk Road, having become so intrigued by the teaser of an exhibition at the AMNH (in these sense that it was light on artifacts and history and heavy on ambiance and the experience of it), I have started to put pieces together. Like why are the Uighurs in China Muslims? Well, because they were originally their own people and embraced Islam when it reached them via, you guessed it, the Silk Road. The uneasy relationship of Tibet and China? Well, there used to be a huge Tibetan Empire, that often fought with China over trade (and then they learned how to make silk!). The so-called Gypsies coming out of India to Europe? Yep, on the Silk Road. How about the difficult-to-follow history and various ethnic groups of the former Yugoslavia? And then there's Marco Polo, who traveled to China in the 13th century, on the Silk Road. Not to mention The Merchant of Venice and Othello . . . . And what of the Jewish communities of India and Christians in China? Silk Road proselytizing. And the blonde people in the Himalayas? And the way the Ottomans got all the way to almost the walls of Vienna but were stopped by the Hapsburgs? And then there's the whole Crusade thing (okay, I'm conflating the Holy Land and Turkey with Central Asia--this lacuna is big!), which was just as much about wealth (i.e. trade) and power as religion. And I'm not even going to get into the trade routes--spice route, I think it's called, whereby China and various empires sailed all over, trading, even as far as the coast of Africa (ignoring that controversial book about the (questionable) Chinese maritime accomplishments, 1421 The Year China Discovered America). Why did the Byzantine Empire succeed after the Roman one failed? Why did Alexander the Great (okay, I'm skipping around chronologically. And geographically.) go East instead of north? And why all the way to India? You guessed it, there were huge, wealthy, powerful empires in the east (of course, as a good classicist, I knew of the Scythians and Parthians and Bactrians, but only barely and as fringe groups to the histories of Greece and Rome). And not just the Persians. Except you can't ever see them on maps that split Europe from Asia right around Turkey. And so the area gets ignored. It's as if a blindfold has been lifted off my mind and I can see all these connections that I never realized before, even though they were just there hiding in plain sight. And I can't get enough. Which is why there are now 4 books on my nightstand having to do with various aspects of the region's history (including a vegetarian cookbook of the Silk Road!!).

And I have discovered another hole in my cultural literacy. A few weeks ago, there was something read at church about "to be understood, understand; to be loved, love." And I'd never heard it before and tried my best to Google it but never came up with anything. And so I let it lie. But tonight, Mama is sitting next to me doing some MP3 downloads and was talking about Sarah McLachlan and played a song, reciting the lyrics for me (because she knows I can't listen to songs and lyrics at the same time!). And, lo and behold, it was the reading from church. Can you guess it? Anyone with a Catholic education will. But of course, that's not me . . . .

The Prayer of St. Francis


Lord, make me an instrument of your peace;
where there is hatred, let me sow love;
where there is injury, pardon:
where there is doubt, faith ;
where there is despair, hope
where there is darkness, light
where there is sadness, joy
O divine Master,
grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console;
to be understood, as to understand;
to be loved, as to love;
for it is in giving that we receive,
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned,
and it is in dying that we are born to Eternal Life.
Amen.

Or, as it is sung, "Make Me a Channel of Your Peace"
Make me a channel of your peace,
Where there is hatred let me bring your love,
Where there is injury your pardon Lord,
And where there's doubt true faith in you.
Make me a channel of your peace,
Where there's despair in life, let me bring hope,
Where there is darkness, only light,
And where there's sadness, ever joy.
O Master grant that I may never seek,
So much to be consoled as to console,
To be understood as to understand,
To be loved as to love with all my soul.
Make me a channel of your peace,
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned,
In giving to all men that we receive
And in dying that we are born to eternal life.
-=-=-=-=-=

Date Sweets

A Recipe from "Traveling the Silk Road"

1/4 cup butter
2 cups pitted chopped dates
1/2 cup toasted flour or crushed cookie (graham crackers may be used)
1/2 teaspoon ground cardamom
1/2 teaspoon ground fennel seeds
1/2 teaspoon coriander seeds
1/2 cup nuts (chef's choice)

In a heavy frying pan, melt butter on medium heat.
Mash in dates with the back of a wooden spoon. If dates are dry and hard to mash, add a little hot water to soften them.
While mashing, gradually sprinkle in crushed cookies, cardamom, fennel, and coriander (total time: 7-10 minutes).
Spread the mixture on a flat tray or plate, about 1/2" thick. Press nuts well onto the surface. Whhen cool, cut into small squares and serve.

AMNH recipe card from the exhibition




Silk Road Snack


1/4 cup butter
2 cups pitted chopped dates
1/2 cup toasted flour or crushed cookie (like graham crackers)
1/2 teaspoon ground cardamom
1/2 teaspoon ground fennel seeds
1/2 teaspoon coriander seeds
1/2 cup nuts 


In a heavy frying pan, melt butter on medium heat.


Mash in dates with the back of a wooden spoon.  If dates are dry and hard to mash, add a little hot water to soften them.


While mashing, gradually sprinkle in crushed cookies, cardamom, fennel, and coriander seeds (total time 7-10 minutes).


Spread the mixture on a flat tray or plate about 1/2 inch thick.  Press nuts well onto the surface.  When cool, cut into small squares and serve.


AMNH recipe card from the exhibition

Ortho Update

Well, I bit the proverbial bullet and went to the orthopedist this morning. Not my favorite thing, as I generally find orthos to be indifferent to anyone but surgical candidates and prejudiced against overweight people. But today's doctor was tolerable, which puts him in the top 1% of orthos I've met (though near the bottom of doctors in general).

The diagnosis (after an exam and several more x-rays): moderate adult scoliosis with two curves, one near the lumbar-thoracic intersection (forgive me, the man spoke more Latin than my high school teacher and I'm not sure I have all the precise terms), which explains the current issue, and one further down, which explains the other back problems. It is coupled with degenerative disk disease (meaning some of my disks are being compacted and shrinking; I knew this already) and the possibility of that bone spur (L3-L4; we knew that too), PLUS, and this is a new one for me, I have lardo (?) scoliosis, too, meaning that my upper back, the thoracic, is very, very straight, which causes extra strain, and, unrelated to the current problem but no doubt will be a problem later, decreases pulmonary function because my chest cavity is actually much narrower than it should be and so my lung capacity is lessened!

The prognosis: He spoke of pain cycles and I must be in one now where it is worse regardless of what I do and often without any obvious cause. It sounds like it's just going to be one of those constant things with flare-ups from time to time. Though it's a somewhat inaccurate term, he said I can think of it as spinal arthritis, brought on by a lifetime's grind on a structurally-incorrect spine. And I'm just going to have to accustom myself to some discomfort and constant struggle with it. Many of my problems, from hips to mid-back, can be traced to this torsion (and you should have heard him speak poetically about 2-D vs 3-D curvature!).

The treatment: For now, more PT, 3x a week for at least a month plus daily anti-inflammatories (Daypro). Long range--MRIs, maybe injections, though apparently it is in a tricky spot on the spine that doesn't respond well (I'm assuming those are steroid injections). Strengthening the back is key but not a solution. And I imagine some personal mental strengthening for dealing with chronic issues.

My response: I'm relieved that we now seem to have more of an holistic picture of what is the matter instead of bits and pieces of it. I'll keep doing my exercises, learn the new ones, keep going to WW and losing weight. So, on one hand, I'm usually optimistic about entering PT, but there is always some depression about it, especially for, what, the third time in 4.5 years. So, today, I'm kinda down, even if I like having more answers.

At least he didn't say it was all because I'm fat.

Monday, March 8, 2010

Back In It

(Yep, you guessed from the word "back" what this is inevitably about.)

I don't know when it started--a few months ago? around Christmas when a playgroup mom who is also a massage therapist noticed how tight my middle back was?--that I wake up sometimes in the morning with a stitch or spasm in my left side, mid-back (it mainly hurts when I bend towards, or compress, that side. But it's not constant or predictable). It almost always disappears by midday, but sometimes it can be quite constraining in the morning as I try not to twist (like to unload the dishwasher) or bend or reach much. I figured it's because I'm sleeping on it funny. Or something.

So today, after a really awful morning that almost had me in tears as I tried to get in the car to drive the kids to school, I talked to my PT when I went for my workout. Because there is no current doctor's order, she couldn't really examine me, but after watching me move she said it was probably some kind of "locked up" joint (her words, not mine) and probably not the muscle at all. It's lower thoracic, so not my previous muscle-related lumbar pain. Yippee.

I'm looking for yet another ortho, since my last two have been dismal, in hopes of getting some answers . . . and back to PT, I'm guessing.

Wasn't it a year ago, just about right now, that I went back into PT? Do I get out of whack over the more sedentary winter and hurt as things warm up and I move around more?

At least I'm feeling better this afternoon . . . . but it doesn't really make me want to go to bed.

Pretty for a Picnic

It is another glorious day. And so we had our first outside picnic of the year! Then, while I did some more pruning of the front bushes, the kids did some "pedal dancing" on their tricycles. We also put out our windsock and our spring flag. Later we all headed into the cul-de-sac for more tike-trike fun. And I met a neighbor, who had fond memories of raising her own children in that cul-de-sac. Then another neighbor came by for some conversation. It really was the perfect outside day.

For the Love of Science

If you like science or music, and particularly if you like both, check out Symphony of Science and all the great music videos with Carl Sagan, Stephen Hawkins, etc "singing" about the universe we live in.

Big Fat Love

Have you ever noticed that lowfat and nonfat products, particularly dairy products like milk and yogurt, are bitter? It's most noticeable in the plain varieties of course because most nonfat/lowfat yogurts are heavily flavored with aspartame and other chemical junk so that you can't taste the bitter lowfat dairy.

But go try some whole milk or whole yogurt. Oh my word, creamy and almost sweet, even when plain. Not bitter at all and only slightly sour-tangy, for the yogurt, as it should be. I just had some organic plain full fat CREAM TOP yogurt and I love it!

I've read that they have to add back dried cholesterol to lowfat dairy to give it some body and that this is worse for you than the original fat. I don't know much about that, but I know what I like. And if I just have to eat or drink less of it, I will. Gimme that ol' time dairy!

And the Oscar Goes to . . . .

Cranford!

Okay, so I didn't watch the Academy Awards at all last night, not even tracking the liveblogging on the NYTimes (I don't go to the movies and I'm just not that interested in Hollywood much anymore). Instead, I finished watching Emma on "Masterpiece Theater" and then started watching Cranford (in fact, I'm watching it still now), based on the Victorian novel by Elizabeth Gaskell. Mama played her video games, while petting the cat. It was a delightful evening.

Sunday, March 7, 2010

Eating Tips from the Kids

All I Ever Needed to Know About Good Eating Habits, I Learned from

Sis:
  • take small bites
  • take your time
  • only eat what you like
  • ask for what you want
  • give away what you don't like if someone else does like it
Bud:
  • eat with enthusiasm
  • fruit is always a good option
  • stop when you're done

Plus, Tips They Could Learn from Me:
  • Use your napkin not the underside of the table
  • Don't chew something, spit it out, and try to give it away
  • It's okay if you leave things you don't like on your plate--it doesn't mean you have to eat them (i.e. you don't have to try to give it away or hop up to throw it out every 10 seconds)
  • Eat your colors (and, no, shades of brown don't count more than once!)
  • "Please" and "thank you"
  • Beans won't kill you

In the Paper

Keeping up these days:

Sunshine Day

"I think I’ll go for a walk outside now, the summer sun’s calling my name-
I hear you now-
I just can’t stay inside all day, I gotta get out, get me some of those rays!
Everybody’s smiling (sunshine day)
Everybody’s laughing (sunshine day)
Everybody seems so happy today-
It’s a sunshine day."

--Brady Bunch, "Sunshine"

It is just gorgeous outside--birds chirping (even the first robins of spring!), bees humming, plants budding, flowers peeping, windchimes singing, children laughing, neighbors waving. We spent several hours outside after church and lunch, cleaning up the garden wall and riding tricycles around. We showed Mama our blooming snowdrops and our emerging crocuses; then altogether we found the tips of our day lilies poking through.

"Good day sunshine
Good day sunshine
Good day sunshine

I need to laugh, and when the sun is out
I've got something I can laugh about
I feel good, in a special way
I'm in love and it's a sunny day "

--Beatles, "Good Day Sunshine"

"Here comes the sun, here comes the sun,
and I say it's all right

Little darling, it's been a long cold lonely winter
Little darling, it feels like years since it's been here
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
and I say it's all right

Little darling, the smiles returning to the faces
Little darling, it seems like years since it's been here
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
and I say it's all right

Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...

Little darling, I feel that ice is slowly melting
Little darling, it seems like years since it's been clear
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun,
and I say it's all right
It's all right"

--Beatles, "Here Comes the Sun"

Mama got out the safety cones and all the big wheels, in addition to the tricycles, creating an obstacle course on the driveway for the kids, who raced up and down it. Bud also had all his drawing tools (in a baggie from church) out on my favorite rock to draw the outside, so I drew so snowdrops for him. Sis helped with some dirt digging. Mama rearranged parts of the garage and delivered tools and such to me for my rosebush pruning and rock wall cleaning.

"Sunshine on my shoulders
makes me happy
Sunshine in my eyes
can make me cry
Sunshine on the water
looks so lovely
Sunshine almost always
makes me high.

If I had a day that I could give to you
I'd give to you a day just like today
If I had a song that I could sing for you
I'd sing a song to make you feel this way."

--John Denver, "Sunshine on My Shoulder"

I'm sure we'll have more frost, maybe even a few more snowstorms. It is only the first week of March after all. But as Sis noted, the ground is finally soft so that she can dig and we could remove our "Let it Snow" sign, which has been frozen in place for a few months now. So regardless of a few more weeks of winter (and local lore says not to plant anything until Mother's Day, which is often the last damaging frost of the region), we can feel "spring bustin' out all over" (to paraphrase from Carousel).

"Let the sunshine
Let the sunshine in
The sunshine in
Let the sunshine
Let the sunshine in
The sunshine in
Let the sunshine
Let the sunshine in
The sun shine in..."

--5th Dimension, "Aquarius/Let the Sunshine In"

"I'm walking on sunshine , wooah
I'm walking on sunshine, woooah
I'm walking on sunshine, woooah
and don't it feel good!! "

--Katrina and the Waves, "Walking on Sunshine"

And our family's perennial favorite:

"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
You make me happy when skies are gray
You'll never know dear how much I love you
Please don't take my sunshine away."


(for more sunshine songs, see here)