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Cleaning out the fridge

Last weekend I was in San Diego for the grocery co-op conference. I got back, and now we’re leaving again for the librarians’ conference in New Orleans. Yesterday I took in Rach’s orphan produce ‘cuz she’s traveling a lot too – we had a smoothie made from her strawberries & a banana for breakfast this morning – and I froze the rest of the bananas. Tonight I’m trying to use or preserve the rest of what’s in the fridge. Mark picked up my CSA box last Thursday, and he & Ethan ate the strawberries that came in it. But the farmers’ market was “a blizzard of strawberries” according to Mark – I’m going to freeze the strawbs he got there. I made a big stir fry the other night, that was pretty good, asparagus, sugar snaps, carrots, squash, red onion, daikon radish, dried shitakes, mustard greens – but I didn’t quite get all the grit out of the asparagus. I picked all the mushrooms and sugar snaps out and ate them cold for an after-work snack. Now I need to go figure out what to do with chard, the remaining mustard greens, several types of lettuce and 2 summer squash – I think much if it will be going into veggie stock – and the last of that stir fry can probably get stocked, too.


I ended up having a salad with the oldest lettuce, some red romaine, topped with tuna and egg and I kept adding stuff – almonds & grated Parmesan, salt & pepper. That leaves two bunches in the fridge, to keep till next week. Sometimes it seems like if the lettuce is a bunch or a whole head, it keeps best if rather than washing it, you keep it intact – the outer leaves wilt & die, but they protect those nice tender core leaves that you can eat for a salad later on. I took the veggie drawers out of the fridge to wipe out as I emptied them and I thought I wasn’t going to get them back in. I had to take out the glass shelf that sits on top of the drawers, and the glass dropped out, but thankfully it didn’t break. I think/hope I got the fridge put back together right, now. I blanched the chard & mustard greens – they’ll probably wind up in a pasta, also next week. And I made a big batch of veggie stock, with parsley and a bunch of oregano, and baby carrots, and garlic scapes, and not sure what all else – smells good. I composted the gritty stirfry. Now I want ice cream with chocolate sauce.

Food truck jamboree

Last night in San Diego, we went to the parking lot of a wine warehouse/bar, 57 Degrees, to sample the wares of about 15 food trucks.

On Thursday, out for a stroll on our first night in town, we walked past the Farm Truck, coming in at the end of the day to the restaurant it operates out of, and one of the guys told us about the jamboree.

The Farm Truck guy told us about their sliders, and that’s the first thing I tried. Local beef, caramelized onions (they ran out of onions after me), grainy mustard, Brie & argula, on a pretty ordinary white bun, toasted (they called it Hawaiian bread). I went inside and bought a beer, then ordered pierogis to go with. I liked them the best, even though the outsides were a little thick. At 8:30 – almost closing time; things were to shut down at 9:00, and some of the vendors were selling out – I got an order of the Farm Truck’s coconut rice pudding. Good, but not as good as mine.

More pix at Tumblr.

Back in San Diego

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So after just being here in January, I’m back in San Diego again. In January I was here for the librarians conference – this time it’s food cooperatives. One nice thing is that in contrast to ALA, CCMA is small enough to fit into one hotel, in this case the Hard Rock – the picture is the space age chair in my room. It means less walking around in San Diego’s Gaslamp District, that I – and my brother – feel is similar to New Orlean’s Bourbon St.; not all that good for a walk unless you want to party. Where I’ll be next week.

Waiting for the bus

No food involved, except for thinking about dinner….Thai? Pizza? Leftovers?

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posted from my iPhone

Trying out a few of Heidi’s

Tonight for dinner I made two of the recipes from Heidi Swanson’s new cookbook, Super Natural Every Day. One of them I liked in principle; the other I plain old liked.

The one I liked in principle was the Spinach Chop. This is blanched and chopped greens cooked briefly with olive oil and garlic, and then harissa (North African chile paste), chopped hard boiled eggs, and toasted almonds. What’s not to like? I used a combination of escarole, and already blanched spinach from my last CSA box.  I couldn’t find harissa to buy at Whole Foods, and didn’t want to bother with making my own (it’s not hard, but it’s really one of those things you need to make in advance and just have sitting in a jar in the back of the fridge), so I bought a jar of Asian chile-garlic paste, and used that – and left out the fresh garlic. I had a bag of toasted sliced almonds leftover from the trapeze artists’ wedding – at which they were a salad topping – so I used those instead of slivered. The resulting dish was pretty good. Not as perky looking as Heidi’s, and I think the Asian chile-garlic paste has fish sauce lurking in it, so in combination with the spinach, not as fresh tasting as freshly sauteed garlic & harissa would be. And slivered almonds would be crunchier. Still, good in principle, and possibly applicable in principle to the CSA box cooking class I’m teaching on the 30th. I mean, all we’re getting in the boxes is greens – here’s what was in the last two boxes:

Asparagus, 1.2 lb
Spinach, 1.9 lb
White salad turnips
Escarole
Red Romaine
Scallions
Asparagus, 1.5 lb
Bok choy
Spinach
Red leaf lettuce
Radishes
Green garlic
Rhubarb, 1.5 lb

The recipe I really liked was the yogurt biscuits. Heidi recommends a combination of white whole wheat & spelt flour; I used unbleached white,  and 1/4 cup each whole wheat and rye. When I opened the lid of the carton of plain yogurt I wanted to use up in the biscuits, it was getting moldy – so I scraped off, and used what I could, and used sour cream to get to the 1 1/2 cups needed. Heidi has a patting out and cutting in half and stacking method to make flakey layers in the biscuits, and you get one-dozen square biscuits, no wasted edges. I used salted butter and forgot to leave out the salt – but they were still really good biscuits, even salty.

Pretty good dinner, especially with the addition of several handfuls of chocolate cheerios for dessert, although the waist of my skirt is feeling kinda tight now.

Spinach chop & a biscuit

We’re back

On the last day of May (during my staycation) I started the process to move my personal websites, mostly word press blogs, over to a new hosting service. It was a long process, or at least in my case it was, because I didn’t just move files, I transferred my domains – and that can take up to 7 days. And since word press blogs run out of databases, it’s a little more complicated than just moving files. Though I still do have to do a bunch of file-moving; there’re probably just shy of 200 that’ll have to be moved to make my old site work.

I kept importing Deb’s Lunch from a word press export and getting 63 out of 230 posts Aaaarrgghh. Then I tried restoring from a database back up and for awhile, I could see all my posts & pages in the edit mode through the word press dashboard, but when I went to the live blog, it was a blank page. Fortunately that got fixed by updating a single setting in WP – yay for Bluehost support!

I think everything’s working now. The migration is why these last three posts all appear to have been done June 11 – this one was, but the one about John’s room is from the 3rd, I think, and the one about our parent’s house maybe the 2nd.

And Al found his check book. The coffee cakes for Ethan’s grad brunch are in the oven, and smelling good. Al got pie, John got quiche & blueberry muffins – John graduated pre-blogging; Ethan’s getting coffee cake and breakfast burritos. If the republicans would just stop doing shady stuff (the plot to dismantle WiscNet is one of the worst so far) and the weather’d be more normal, it’d be easy to believe that everything will be fine.

How I spent my staycation

John’s clean room – click the picture to watch it on vid

You can’t go home again

…. or at least, you can’t buy your old home again. The house my parents owned from 1967 to 2000 was a big, old, Pittsburgh house. Built in 1911, 3000+ square feet, above ground basement, attached garage, real plaster walls, 12-foot ceiling in the first floor. Five toilets: sink & a toilet in the basement (enclosed, with a door, and even a mirror, not out in the open); half bath on the first floor; two full baths on the second floor, although I suppose the realtors might count those as 3/4 – one had a claw-foot tub, no shower, and the other had a big tiled shower; and on the third floor, a bathroom with a new in the early 70s when I moved up there for my sophomore & junior years of high school shower. My mother never thought the plumbing was adequate in any other house I ever lived in. Six or seven bedrooms – on the third floor there were three rooms – my bedroom, my dad’s study and a pool room. On the second floor, there were four rooms – two connected on each side of the stairs. My brother and I had had one set – till I moved upstairs – and my parents had the other set for their bedroom and TV room. We never had a TV in the living room – that was just not done. The living room was for talking to other people, cocktails, and listening to music.

My parents paid somewheres in the $30,000s for it in 1967. My mom sold it in 2000 for $175,000 – she complained a lot about all the people who looked at it who really didn’t like or understand old houses.

The other day I was wondering if there was a property look up for Allegheny County, like there is for Madison, and sure enough. So I plugged in our old address, and the people my mom sold the house to sold it in 2008 for $315,000. I kept looking at that and trying to figure out how in heck they got so much for it – and then I checked the date – they sold in June of 2008 – a.k.a. right before the economy collapsed. I feel sort of sorry for the people who bought it – it’s still assessed at $179,000. I guess they’re the definition of underwater on their mortgage, unless they made a huge down payment in ’08.

The ancestral manor in Pittsburgh PA

Nothing works

God damn it. I’ve been trying to move my word press blogs to a new host, and that’s a scarey frustrating process. I’m on staycation, trying to clean and organize, and that’s a process that generally starts with high aspirations – I’m going to get everything just perfect – and then fails miserably. I’m just moving crap from one place to another, namely from the floor of John’s old bedroom to the basement. There have been a few truly horrifying things. I knew that when we moved John out of his dorm room at MIAD we just put everything in boxes and carried it out, whether it was trash or not. I just discovered that we actually moved empty liquor bottles back from Milwaukee to Madison. John was still underage in the spring of 2006, and they were concealed in a CD rack box. Taking all his old punk band flyers down off the walls is a lot more fun. Fun Rod, Chauvenists, Rushmore & the 40s! yeah.

And speaking of the basement, the dehumidifier’s stopped working – I think it’s at least 6 or 7 years old – a.k.a. out of warranty. A new one is going to cost close to $200, I think. Shit. So it’s made me feel bad about carting more stuff down there but c’est la vie.

I’m doing pretty good at using up all the Memorial Day food, and my CSA box – Monday I made radish leaf pesto. Tonight I made a pasta with caramelized onions, the last of the white cheese blend I had made for the apps for Davy’s going away – mascarpone, goat & cream cheese – the radish pesto, and the last three green onions from the bunch i bought at the Saturday market, Oh and some chicken breast meat I  had thawed and roasted yesterday. I think at least that combo worked, as did the cat’s usual attempts to jump up and lick whatever she could get of the luscious cheese, meat & noodles.

Radish leaf pesto pasta

This day in history

On this day 24 years ago, my little brother got married. I packed my loose bottom tart tins in with my t-shirts, and called the pediatrician to make sure that my 10-week-old baby, John, was OK to fly on a plane (they said yes, just try nursing him at take off and especially landing to equalize the pressure in his little ears) and we headed for Santa Fe.

I made a tiered tart for the wedding cake. We shopped at Albertsons for pie ingredients almost as soon as we got there, and I got to bake the tarts in the kitchen of the Santa Fe style estate where the wedding was to be held. My sister-in-law, Jen, was the personal assistant – amanuensis – to the woman who owned the place, who I think was the widow of a former cabinet minister.  Anyways, it was a series of adobe buildings, strung together around a central courtyard – plaza, I guess. There was even a pool. We got there a day early, so that I could bake the tarts. It was fun for me, because my mom, John’s dad, and my brother were all there to entertain John while I baked.

The tarts in the tiers were French apple, on the bottom, blueberry with a lemon streusel next, linzer tart, and a tiny lemon meringue on top. There were extras of all of them except the lemon, so there’d be enough to feed everyone at the wedding.

My brother’s baseball team played a game on the morning of the wedding – he said if they lost he wasn’t going to get married. Harley organized a bunch of people to hold crossed baseball bats, with wrist corsages around the handles, over the center aisle as the bridal party passed through, and there was some kind of joke about hit the cutoff man all evening at the wedding.

There’re a ton more pictures, of the wedding, and of our weekend in Santa Fe. On Friday night, we had the rehearsal dinner at Rancho de Chimayo, and John could not stop crying, so I spent a lot of time walking him in the restaurant parking lot, and my dad took pictures – John was the first grandchild, afterall.