Thing the first:
tithenai's poem Song for an Ancient City, which won the Rhysling Award and is just sensual and gorgeous and makes me want to omnomnom it like fresh pistachio baklava until I get my fingers and chin all sticky.
Thing the second:
shweta_narayan's sad and beautiful story Nira and I, which came out in March but I've only found it now thanks to LJ link sausage.
I am back from Wisconsin and exhausted. My Grandpa's place was filthy, to the point where I have seen more inviting truckstop bathrooms. A combination of OCD, self-preservation and outrage drove me to clean it like a mad cleaning thing. A lady from grandpa's church was supposed to have been stopping by and doing light housekeeping from time to time--she had obviously done nothing at all in many, many months. I don't understand how his "community", which he had faithfully served as a Sunday School teacher and tithed to for decades, could be so uncaring as to let him live in squalor. His pastor never even prayed with him when Grandma passed. Thankfully, Grandpa has finally decided to move down to my mother's house come Fall.
In between cleaning, we went to the beach, the drive-in movie theater and ate way too much fried food and the evil known as Chocolate Shoppe ice cream (motto: "Want nutrition? Eat a carrot!"). I gained 3 lbs. It was fun, but I'm ok with not doing it again any time soon.
Thing the second:
I am back from Wisconsin and exhausted. My Grandpa's place was filthy, to the point where I have seen more inviting truckstop bathrooms. A combination of OCD, self-preservation and outrage drove me to clean it like a mad cleaning thing. A lady from grandpa's church was supposed to have been stopping by and doing light housekeeping from time to time--she had obviously done nothing at all in many, many months. I don't understand how his "community", which he had faithfully served as a Sunday School teacher and tithed to for decades, could be so uncaring as to let him live in squalor. His pastor never even prayed with him when Grandma passed. Thankfully, Grandpa has finally decided to move down to my mother's house come Fall.
In between cleaning, we went to the beach, the drive-in movie theater and ate way too much fried food and the evil known as Chocolate Shoppe ice cream (motto: "Want nutrition? Eat a carrot!"). I gained 3 lbs. It was fun, but I'm ok with not doing it again any time soon.
I made really yummy blueberry pancakes on Sunday. They weren't particularly light and fluffy, but they weren't dense either. They were more just hearty and tasty. I topped with fresh blueberries and warm maple syrup. YUM!
Mix dry ingredients:
1 c. whole wheat flour
1/2 c. white flour
1/2-3/4 c. quick cook oats
1/2-3/4 c. chopped walnuts
1 rounded T sugar
2 t baking powder
2 t cinnamon (because it's tasty AND good for you!)
1 t powdered ginger
1/2 t ground cloves
1/4 t salt
Then add:
1 c soy or rice milk
1/2 c. water (or a little more if necessary)
1 t vanilla (or omit vanilla and use vanilla flavored 'milk'
1 c. fresh blueberries
Cook in lightly oiled (pref. nonstick) pan for about 3 mins, until golden brown and bubbles start coming up through the pancake, then flip and repeat.
Makes about 6 med./large pancakes.
Mix dry ingredients:
1 c. whole wheat flour
1/2 c. white flour
1/2-3/4 c. quick cook oats
1/2-3/4 c. chopped walnuts
1 rounded T sugar
2 t baking powder
2 t cinnamon (because it's tasty AND good for you!)
1 t powdered ginger
1/2 t ground cloves
1/4 t salt
Then add:
1 c soy or rice milk
1/2 c. water (or a little more if necessary)
1 t vanilla (or omit vanilla and use vanilla flavored 'milk'
1 c. fresh blueberries
Cook in lightly oiled (pref. nonstick) pan for about 3 mins, until golden brown and bubbles start coming up through the pancake, then flip and repeat.
Makes about 6 med./large pancakes.
Some people are just so dang thoughtful and *interesting*. China MiƩville is one of them.
Most people don't believe that peanut butter goes with everything. Mostly this is because they haven't tried.
Until today one of the things I hadn't tried peanut butter with yet was pasta-style tomato sauce, so I couldn't be completely sure that it would work. I am almost sure that it goes with absolutely everything as long as you do it right, but I try to stay open to being proven wrong. My aunt didn't believe this would work; she was wrong.
Here's how I cooked it:
Don't use too much olive oil, especially if you're using pesto. Peanuts are amazing things, packed with all sorts of goodness, but man are they oily.
Serve with plenty of pasta, or some other starchy goodness of your choice.
Until today one of the things I hadn't tried peanut butter with yet was pasta-style tomato sauce, so I couldn't be completely sure that it would work. I am almost sure that it goes with absolutely everything as long as you do it right, but I try to stay open to being proven wrong. My aunt didn't believe this would work; she was wrong.
Here's how I cooked it:
- Olive oil
- Cumin
- Sage
- Basil and/or pesto (the pesto I used was very simple, just basil and oil and pine nuts and salt)
- Lemon
- Balsamic
- Soy
- Mushrooms
- Peppers
- Tomatoes
- Peanut butter
- Eddie reckons broccoli would be good too, and he's probably right - I don't end up buying it much, myself. Maybe tofu, maybe other random veg.
Don't use too much olive oil, especially if you're using pesto. Peanuts are amazing things, packed with all sorts of goodness, but man are they oily.
Serve with plenty of pasta, or some other starchy goodness of your choice.
- Location:Edinburgh
- Mood:content
- Music:Ray Davies (and the Crouch End Festival Chorus) - Waterloo Sunset
For some reason I always end up with one neat side and one really wonky side of my work.
( Example of the mess... )
Please can someone help me?
( Example of the mess... )
Please can someone help me?
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/science/natu re/8147566.stm
Cats 'exploit' humans by purring
By Victoria Gill
Science reporter, BBC News
excerpt
A purr can have two components. It's a neat description of the process & how they did the study.
Julie
Grinning
Cats 'exploit' humans by purring
By Victoria Gill
Science reporter, BBC News
excerpt
"Cat owners may have suspected as much, but it seems our feline friends have found a way to manipulate us humans.
Researchers at the University of Sussex have discovered that cats use a "soliciting purr" to overpower their owners and garner attention and food.
Unlike regular purring, this sound incorporates a "cry", with a similar frequency to a human baby's. "
A purr can have two components. It's a neat description of the process & how they did the study.
Julie
Grinning
For my flatwarming I decided to have a dessert and cocktail party (and I kinda wanna use this as an opportunity to prove that vegan CAN taste good!)
The menu is as follows:
Pumpkin pie
Lemon Pie
Chocolate cupcakes
Vanilla cupcakes
Chocolate mousse
Apple and Berry Crumble
Its in a couple of days, but I need help with the following things:
- In my pre-vegan days my 'speciality' dessert was lemon meringue pie. I can veganise everything but meringues, but was wondering if anyone has any ideas for a topping (I realise nothing vegan can really do meringue) because the only idea I have so far is walnut crumble topping and I don't think that would work.
- Does anyone have a chocolate mousse recipe? I tried blended tofu and melted dark chocolate but it didn't have the same lightness as its non-vegan counterpart. It did make me think I could somehow fashion it in to some sort of pie though although this defeats its purpose of being gluten free. I do have a couple of guests that are gluten free and am stuck at what to make them that would appease most of my omni friends.
So please throw recipes (gluten-free please!), ideas and hints at me, it'll be totally appreciated! (oh and if you want any of the recipes)
The menu is as follows:
Pumpkin pie
Lemon Pie
Chocolate cupcakes
Vanilla cupcakes
Chocolate mousse
Apple and Berry Crumble
Its in a couple of days, but I need help with the following things:
- In my pre-vegan days my 'speciality' dessert was lemon meringue pie. I can veganise everything but meringues, but was wondering if anyone has any ideas for a topping (I realise nothing vegan can really do meringue) because the only idea I have so far is walnut crumble topping and I don't think that would work.
- Does anyone have a chocolate mousse recipe? I tried blended tofu and melted dark chocolate but it didn't have the same lightness as its non-vegan counterpart. It did make me think I could somehow fashion it in to some sort of pie though although this defeats its purpose of being gluten free. I do have a couple of guests that are gluten free and am stuck at what to make them that would appease most of my omni friends.
So please throw recipes (gluten-free please!), ideas and hints at me, it'll be totally appreciated! (oh and if you want any of the recipes)
My three little guys have been getting daily flying practice and are doing really well. Their navigation skills have improved drastically, as well as their evasive maneuvers. They are also getting several hours a day outside, in their cage. They are still getting outdoor visitors which is great. I was still worried about Banana, who was still gaping and I wasn't sure if he was eating on his own. This morning, I fed them after putting their cage outside and happened to look out the window just in time to see 3 birds eating from the dish. YES! That means it's quite likely that a soft release will be scheduled for sometime next week. :)
- Mood:
pleased
My first wedding was a blending of Catholic (as I was raised) and Quaker (Derk's side of the family). In deference to Derk's family, there was no music in the ceremony. We sat on the facing bench, and invited people to speak if so moved (and
misterx almost gave me heart failure when he decided to speak). I was always bitter that I didn't get to have music, because it is such an intrinsic part of my life. Of course, Derk and I let *both* of our families hijack our wedding. We were young, and neither of us well known for having spines in the face of our respective families.
I get to have music this time, though, damnit. No invitations to speak, though, because gods only know what monologue Ashe would treat us to if given the chance. It would probably involve jazz hands. And a trumpet solo. Possibly a Lego montage. ;) Liam would undoubtedly just say 'meh.'
There is much to be said for the Quaker style of worship, though. And I have never fallen out of love with the concept of plain speech. I still use it with the boys; Geralyn uses it with me and vice versa (and she's a former Catholic, too. How DOES he find us?); I find it a good barometer for how close I am to someone if I find myself slipping into "thee-mode."
*g* And, when he pisses me off, I never get tired of hitting Derk with the rejoinder "Oh, fuck thee." These days, though, I say it more with affection than anything else. :)
There. That should muddy the waters sufficiently.
I get to have music this time, though, damnit. No invitations to speak, though, because gods only know what monologue Ashe would treat us to if given the chance. It would probably involve jazz hands. And a trumpet solo. Possibly a Lego montage. ;) Liam would undoubtedly just say 'meh.'
There is much to be said for the Quaker style of worship, though. And I have never fallen out of love with the concept of plain speech. I still use it with the boys; Geralyn uses it with me and vice versa (and she's a former Catholic, too. How DOES he find us?); I find it a good barometer for how close I am to someone if I find myself slipping into "thee-mode."
*g* And, when he pisses me off, I never get tired of hitting Derk with the rejoinder "Oh, fuck thee." These days, though, I say it more with affection than anything else. :)
There. That should muddy the waters sufficiently.
Well I asked my whole foods about ordering this. I was pretty certain they would not be able to do this (as another poster suggested) because this is another country and crossing borders and such just special ordering into a another store is not as easy as it sounds. Anyway, they cannot do this due to packaging regulations. Nutritional/bilingual packaging regulations being different in Canada than the US make this impossible. For example, Canada used to see Boca products but don't anymore due to the bilingual packaging thing.
Booo
Booo
- Location:Canada
For finishing out her school year with a solid month of good behavior, we rewarded Rosa with an Ipod. I received a new 8gb Nano as a service award from $COMPANY, and my old 2gb Nano went to her. She has enjoyed the heck out of it.
This morning she left for a few days in Kansas City with Grandma, so yesterday I loaded up some new music for her and charged it up. She took it upstairs with her to listen while collecting her bits-n-bobs for the trip while I putzed around the internet.
Suddenly, a distressed child appeared. "I dropped my ipod down the bed!"
Befuddled mama is befuddled. Child explains that she had set it on one of the bedposts while doing whatever she was doing, and next thing she knew it had fallen into the hollow bedpost. (One should explain. She has a set of metal-framed bunkbeds which have for the last while been standing side by side instead of stacked. One of the post-connectors failed to come out right, so the post cover couldn't be placed on it. It's an open-mouthed metal tube.)
Mommy to the rescue. I went upstairs with the thought that I'd just lift the bed up and take the bottom cover off the bedpost and get the ipod out that way. Unfortunately, that end turned out to be sealed. New plan: turn the bed upside down and dump it out.
It was a good plan. We moved the mattress off, moved a half-dozen pillows and stuffies out of the way, moved the Barbie Dream House across the room, and levered the frame upside down. Noises of small object sliding down metal tube ensued.
But the ipod did not come out. Puzzlement. Climb down on the floor under the half-supported upside-down bed frame. Discover that looking up a sealed black metal tube for anything, even a white ipod, is futile. Send the child for a flashlight.
Aha! The way the bed is constructed, the large tube that forms the post has holes in it, through which pass the headboard tubes, and they cross nearly all the way to the other side. The ipod has got itself wedged between the end of a headboard tube and the side of the post tube.
Rosa offered me a twistie-tie that happened to be lying around. Not nearly long enough. I pondered for a moment and requested a wire hanger. Bend, twist, poke poke, success! Little girl can go off on the train to her own choice of music.
What Grandma will think of Voltaire remains to be seen.
This morning she left for a few days in Kansas City with Grandma, so yesterday I loaded up some new music for her and charged it up. She took it upstairs with her to listen while collecting her bits-n-bobs for the trip while I putzed around the internet.
Suddenly, a distressed child appeared. "I dropped my ipod down the bed!"
Befuddled mama is befuddled. Child explains that she had set it on one of the bedposts while doing whatever she was doing, and next thing she knew it had fallen into the hollow bedpost. (One should explain. She has a set of metal-framed bunkbeds which have for the last while been standing side by side instead of stacked. One of the post-connectors failed to come out right, so the post cover couldn't be placed on it. It's an open-mouthed metal tube.)
Mommy to the rescue. I went upstairs with the thought that I'd just lift the bed up and take the bottom cover off the bedpost and get the ipod out that way. Unfortunately, that end turned out to be sealed. New plan: turn the bed upside down and dump it out.
It was a good plan. We moved the mattress off, moved a half-dozen pillows and stuffies out of the way, moved the Barbie Dream House across the room, and levered the frame upside down. Noises of small object sliding down metal tube ensued.
But the ipod did not come out. Puzzlement. Climb down on the floor under the half-supported upside-down bed frame. Discover that looking up a sealed black metal tube for anything, even a white ipod, is futile. Send the child for a flashlight.
Aha! The way the bed is constructed, the large tube that forms the post has holes in it, through which pass the headboard tubes, and they cross nearly all the way to the other side. The ipod has got itself wedged between the end of a headboard tube and the side of the post tube.
Rosa offered me a twistie-tie that happened to be lying around. Not nearly long enough. I pondered for a moment and requested a wire hanger. Bend, twist, poke poke, success! Little girl can go off on the train to her own choice of music.
What Grandma will think of Voltaire remains to be seen.
I'm going to make a zig zag scarf that is horizontal stripes (short stripes), but I cant find a pattern anywhere! I've never made anything zigzag, so can someone please tell me the basics of making zigzags, and a bit of a pattern, like how many stitches in between the points.
Thank you so much!!
Thank you so much!!
Tim and I are cutting a lot of the meat out of our diet. Which does not mean that there won't be the occasional Sunday Roast, or leg of lamb or Bolognese. But we're trying to be more mindful of how we spend our food dollars, and more mindful of just how much we overload our diet with animal protein, sacrificing plate room that would be better turned over to plant foods. And I should be taking advantage of the fact that I live in the middle of one of the most bountiful places on earth.
Tonight was vegetarian. Steamed corn, picked this morning. Sweet potatoes, chunked and roasted with red onion, mushrooms, summer squash, baby bok choy, olive oil and thyme and topped with strips of roasted red pepper. Black beans cooked with ancho chile, onion, chopped tomato, green chilis, celery, cumin, lime juice and a touch of chipotle in adobo. Steamed brown rice. It would have been vegan, but I couldn't resist putting just a touch of butter on my corn.
For dessert I've got three absolutely perfect peaches, which I will pit and slice and we'll eat the slices with our fingers :).
Tonight was vegetarian. Steamed corn, picked this morning. Sweet potatoes, chunked and roasted with red onion, mushrooms, summer squash, baby bok choy, olive oil and thyme and topped with strips of roasted red pepper. Black beans cooked with ancho chile, onion, chopped tomato, green chilis, celery, cumin, lime juice and a touch of chipotle in adobo. Steamed brown rice. It would have been vegan, but I couldn't resist putting just a touch of butter on my corn.
For dessert I've got three absolutely perfect peaches, which I will pit and slice and we'll eat the slices with our fingers :).

Oh sweet christ, there are kittens at Mom's
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my oldest kiddo is almost five and currently getting handy at making his own sandwiches - but other than pb&j (which he doesnt really like) and your typical lunchmeat sandwich, im at a loss.
im looking for something easy i could make and keep in the fridge he could easily slap between two slices of bread or some interesting combination of things he could make.
im intrigued by the homemade lunch meat recipe i found in the tags and we do hummus/beans a lot.
Yes, I heard about RaceFail '09 some time after the event, and rather regret not having been there while it was going on. The category of Political Correctness is so nebulous that it's rarely very helpful, particularly because it is often used disgracefully as a stick with which to beat anti-racists or progressives. In the broader sense, I absolutely do think that the implicit politics of our narratives, whether we are consciously "meaning" them or not, matter, and that therefore we should be as thoughtful about them as possible. That doesn't mean we'll always succeed in political perspicacity—which doesn't mean the same thing as tiptoeing —but we should try. So for example: If you have a world in which Orcs are evil, and you depict them as evil, I don't know how that maps onto the question of "political correctness." However, the point is not that you're misrepresenting Orcs (if you invented this world, that's how Orcs are), but that you have replicated the logic of racism, which is that large groups of people are "defined" by an abstract supposedly essential element called "race," whatever else you were doing or intended. And that's not an innocent thing to do. Maybe you have a race of female vampires who destroy men's strength. They really do operate like that in your world. But I think you're kidding yourself if you think that that idea just appeared ex nihilo in your head and has nothing to do with the incredibly strong, and incredibly patriarchal, anxiety about the destructive power of women's sexuality in our very real world. These things are not reducible to our "intent"—we all inherit all kinds of bits and pieces of cultural bumf, plenty of them racist and sexist and homophobic, because that's how our world works, so how could you avoid it?
So I'd suggest that one should be open-eyed about the facts that the categories with which we think and write and read, are not innocent, and that we should do our best not to use them to replicate the worst aspects of the cultural bumf that put them in our heads in the first place. Does that mean being politically correct? If that is deemed to mean being conscious of and careful about the political ramifications of our writing, then surely that's the only decent way to proceed.
— "10 Questions with China Miéville"

