Old Mother Hubbard = No Cooking

My kitchen has been void of a lot of food the past few days as I am leaving on vacation tomorrow. Sorry for the lack of food posts...I'll try to keep it up daily the next two weeks while I'm in SLC.

Concerning Land & Gardens: Hasenpfeffer Writes

I have a good friend named Hasenpfeffer. He writes. He's very good at it. Last November he wrote something that was witty and smart (well, he always does that), but the following prose has been running through my brain the past couple of days. It's long, but it reads fast because it is crafted so well...be prepared to laugh outloud and to think.

I put a lot of work into my garden. It's mine. It's mine. Not because a piece of paper says I own the land. I mean, can a person really own land? Just because I stick a flag in a pile of dirt—dirt that was there for thousands and millions of years before my great-grandparents were born and will still be there for thousands and millions after my great-grand kids are dead and buried in it.

Dirt that will eat me like a cowboy eats beef...like a poet eats life...like an empire eats the cowboy and the poet and then eats itself.Just because I stick a flag in a pile of dirt, does that make it mine? Did I create that dirt? Did I earn the dirt? Was I given the dirt by some all wise dirt-distributing genie that looks over the deeds of everyone great and small, then deems them fit or unfit to have dirt? What? The bank? The bank gave me the dirt? Who gave the bank the dirt? I can't make dirt. My great-great-grandpa Orville Redenbaucher “Dirt Head” Thatcher, a prominent rancher and corn farmer in the young days of the West, could not make dirt. Chief Wabi Sabi Oatmeal Pie Head who walked these Salt Lake streets 2000 years ago, could not make dirt. Neither Adam, nor Eve, nor Steve could make dirt.

I think, generally speaking, if I make something then I can have it. If I make a sandwich, I can usually eat it. If I make a joke, I can claim it as my own. If I make a bust sculpture of the president's head, I can keep it. Unless that bust is made from a petroleum-based substance, in which case the president will surround me with armed soldiers and confiscate that bust. He will then take it to his Oval Bathtub, melt it down, swim in it, and then drink it down until there isn't a drop left. Not one drop.But otherwise, generally speaking, if I create something then I can have it.

I can't create dirt. I can't make land. So when I say that this garden is mine, I don't mean that I own it. I mean that it is mine like a friend is mine. Like a song I used to listen to growing up is mine. I mean it is mine in the sense that I have spent hours working in it, with it, inside of it. As I have covered it, it has covered me. Its fruit has entered my mouth, turned in my stomach, spread through my veins, and come out as energy that I have used to till its surface, plant its rows, harvest and eat its fruit. It is mine AND I AM ITS.I am this garden, and this person is mine. This person is me. This garden is me. I am this garden and I have spent hours working this man. I have opened up and swallowed his shovel, his water, his seeds.

I've covered him in my dirt. I've planted in him my fruit so he would have the energy to plant in me his. I've planted in him peace, when he couldn't find it elsewhere. I've planted in him a sense of pride and accomplishment and work and rest. I have fed him like a baby, and he has fed me. My seeds are in him and his seeds are in me. We are one and we are married—but not legally.

This garden is mine. This neighborhood is mine. I grew up here. I swam in the canal, I crashed my bike on the hill, I made a dirt fort in the field. I played with every kid on ever block. I kissed some of the girls, ate dinner with some of the neighbors, door-bell ditched thousands of houses and played football at every park. This neighborhood has made me, has raised me. It is mine and I am it. THIS NEIGHBORHOOD IS MY GARDEN.These mountains are mine, and if you have spent enough time in them to know what I am talking about, then they are yours. WE belong to them.And I don't want Energy Solutions to build a huge sports arena on top of my favorite backcountry ski peak, even if it brings in millions. Millions of what? Who cares? I don't want to put an electric vending machine in my garden. I don't want a shiny, neon-lit with metal stuffed-animal grabbing claw, filled with plastic wrapped waxy chocolate and unnaturally bright and colorful candy pellets, eternally humming box in my garden. I don't want to hear Louis Armstrong play covers of all of Britney Spears' songs BECAUSE THEY GOT NO SOUL. THEY GOT NO SOUL!They have no soul. They don't have any soul. They have no breath. If they do, then it's bad breath. They don't come from a garden, a neighborhood, a mountain.I don't care if they will bring in MILLIONS of dollars. They are without SPIRIT. They are shells without turtles. They suck and drain and pretend to give back. They are the turkey dinner from National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation. Remember what happened when Chevy Chase cut into the turkey?No. This garden is mine and I am its. I will plant only seeds that will bring only beautiful delicious healthy fruit that will make me an my family and my neighborhood and my mountains beautiful and delicious and real and healthy.

Amen, Hasen! Didn't I tell you he's good?

photo via: ryan mahoney, flickr, see it here.

Truly Enjoying

Local Flavors written by Deborah Madison is a very useful, informative, and charming cookbook. It shows you how you can make meals from food you buy at the farmer's market...this might seem like a 'no duh', but sometimes it's hard to know how to put everything together into something that will be yummy and nutritious. It's very good for teaching you about which veggies and fruits are in season when. Here's a couple of excerpts that I really enjoyed, one about how important farmer's markets are, and one about children's experiences at farmer's markets.

“When you think about it, the farmer’s market is really about the only place left in our lives where we can interact with someone who makes something we use. And it’s hard to imagine what is more vital or intimate than the food we consume, for it becomes our health, our pleasure, our nourishment, who we are, in fact. Today it is farmers who are providing the fragile connection that binds us in a meaningful way to our own humanity. In this sense, they are selling far more than tomatoes.

"You won’t find children nagging their mothers for candy and junk food…Children, those so-called recalcitrant consumers of vegetables, can become good eaters when they see the connection between the farmer and the food they eat. This is especially true if they have a chance to participate in some kind of farming experience, such as picking strawberries or gathering eggs at a farm stand, learning about honey at the market, visiting a farm or farmers’ market. They won’t know it, but they’re learning good eating habits by developing a taste for truly fresh, delicious food when they’re young, which will inform their food choices and affect their health over a lifetime."

Almond Scones

Last night I made these yummy almond scones. I love that they aren't very sweet at all, just good and flaky. We ate them for dessert...with some very sweet yellow nectarines.

Another Summer Dinner

This last weekend I was quite busy, and, therefore, not up to much cooking. Even if I had wanted to there was simply no time. So Saturday evening CJ and I went to a local sushi restaurant. We both ordered some veggie sushi rolls and a wakame salad. So so so so good. I've got to learn how to make my own. Have any of you ever tried it? I'll let you know when I do and how it goes.

photo via: www.us-sushi.com

Iced

Lately I've been drinking a lot of tea. Every now and then I add some soy milk...and viola! Tea latte. These days I've been having it iced as it is very hot in the afternoon around here. An iced mint green tea latte soothes everything!

photo via www.gourmetgold.com.au

Fruit Smoothies

Smoothies make for a good snack or a full meal. I love them because they are sweet and take care of any cravings I might have. They are also packed with fiber (depending on the fruits you use) so they fill you up. They just feel so clean and fresh. I had one for breakfast today.

1/2 cup sliced fresh strawberries

1 medium banana, sliced

1/2 cup almond milk

Blend it all up. Easy.

Summer Dinners

Last night's dinner was perfect. Light, filling, and fresh. Here's the details:

This picture is a little misleading...I acutally made Orange-Raspberry muffins. For my first try at this recipe I followed the book to a "t". Next time I make them I will swap out the white flour for whole wheat or another whole grain flour. They turned out super yummy!

For this recipe you need the zest and juice from one whole orange!

Mmmm. "Fay, are these oranges hand-squeezed?". Yup.
Buttermilk. Definitely not vegan. Next time around I'll try my almond milk.
Fresh raspberries.

Our pretty table. Look at all the color!
Eating raspberries always takes me immediately to my Grandma's backyard...Grandpa picks the raspberries fresh from the bush for us to taste. So, so good. I hope the raspberries are ready when I visit home next month!
All food (except the orange) from the farmer's market. This corn was amazing, truly. No need for butter, salt, or pepper. Just good.

Lazy

I haven't had the cooking fire inside for the past few days. All I want is PB&J on whole wheat bread. Don't worry. My PB is the Adams kind...peanuts are the ONLY ingredient. And the jelly is that kind that comes with the red&white checkered lid...only a handful of ingredients, all of them I recognize as food. So my PB&J is as healthy as they can get. Today I go to the farmer's market and will load up on fresh veggies and fruits. I think tonight I will end my lazy streak.

Sunday Dessert

Yesterday I made some delicious Cinnamon Squares...the yummy recipe came from this book. I love all the good chocolate it calls for. It wasn't too sweet either. Just perfect.

Sorry for the lack of pictures of the food I make. Sometimes I am just too tired after cooking all day and washing the dishes three times over. I'll try to be better.

Homemade Pesto

This stuff is oh so yummy! AND cheap! I got the basil from the farmer's market for only $1.00 for a huge bunch. That's right $1.00. That same bunch of basil could have cost me $15.00 at the grocery store. Farmer's Market: 1 point. So I guess it doesn't cost a fortune to eat like a peasant. I stand corrected. Happily.

2 c. packed fresh basil
1/2 c. pine nuts or pistachios
1/4 c. olive oil
1/8 tsp. salt
Mix it all up in a food processor...and PRESTO! You've got yourself some Pesto!

Snack: Part 2

Another current favorite snack is a mini-latte-bowl filled with Orange-Honey-Almonds while reading through magazines. Mmmm. I think I'll go get some now.

Snacks

My mom is always asking me what I snack on. Often it is tea...especially when it's hot out. I like it iced. (At the moment I'm at Hina's Tea having a sip). This week I've been snacking on these incredibly sweet peaches. I'm not a summer girl, but the fresh fruit makes it possible to get through 106 degree weather.

Sometime Soon

Sometime in the near future I would like to go raw for a period of time. Now, before any of you start asking your skeptical questions READ UP ON IT. It makes sense. A lot of it. I, however, am not interested in it for weight loss, though some people are. I just like the cleanness of it all. I would do it this second if I could afford to buy a dehydrator, Vitamix, and all the expensive ingredients.

For now I just eat raw whenever possible. But I still like cakes for a Sunday indulgence. One of these days I'll fork out the cash to make a raw dessert...there are many that look just as good as any "real" dessert.

Hayden Lake

By far my favorite thing we ate at the Lake this weekend was the grilled pineapple! We had a lot of good fruit and vegetables during out trip. Eating out on the deck was absolutely wonderful.

Happy 4th of July!

Hopefully there are pies in your plans for the holiday...I sort of doubt there'll be any where I'll be. Boo. Maybe I can change that...

If I Could, I Would

I would make these mini cheesecakes for the 4th of July if I wasn't going to be on a lake for the rest of the week.

When we return I will be more faithful in my actual cooking efforts, rather than just reading about what I could be cooking.