Thursday, April 30, 2009
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Monday, April 27, 2009
The Great Pacific Garbage Patch stretches between California and Japan. It is estimated to be twice the size of Texas. It is made up mostly of plastic, plastic that could have been recycled or better yet, never manufactured in the first place. In some places the floating garbage island is 90 feet deep. Man is the scourge of the Earth, disrupting ecosystems to perpetuate his insatiable appetite for convenience.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Monday, April 20, 2009
- Place all ingredients in standing mixer bowl. I use a kitchen aid with a dough hook.
- Mix on low for 5 minutes or until dough is smooth.
- Cover, not airtight and leave on counter top for a time until dough rises and flattens on its own.
- Place in refrigerator for an hour.
- Pull off a 1 pound chunk and shape it into a ball.
- Place on cornmeal coated peel and let rest for 40 minutes or so.
- Make a few slits in dough to allow for expansion and to make it pretty.
- Bake in preheated 450 degree F oven on stone or baking sheet for 35 minutes.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Friday, April 17, 2009
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
I had much to mail and was unsure of the weight of the envelopes so I decided a trip to the post office was in order. There was a small line of patrons and I patiently waited for my turn. I glanced out the window at the rain and silly people trying to avoid it. A man was sitting in a blue pick up truck directly in front of the post office in the handicapped space. The line moved slowly and I continued to watch the rain splash in the puddles. The man in the blue pick up rolled down his window and spit into the very puddle that had kept my attention. Disgustingly, the spit floated on top and looked like melting ice cream. Sigh.
I had to stop at a local garden center to inquire about plants I plan to purchase for a new shade garden. I rode over the gravel parking lot slowly and admired the pansies and primrose whose colors seemed more vibrant than usual against such a rainy, gray day. There were large piles of mulch that can be purchased by the scoop in various shades from red to black. A man in a yellow pick up truck with rust along the wheel wells was parked near the mulch piles. His window was rolled down and he was smoking a cigarette. As I made my way toward the building entrance he spit into the giant pile of red mulch. I stopped short and noticed it was stationary. The glob begin to ooze downward and as the rain became heavier it was washed away altogether. Sigh.
I continue to ponder the correlation between public spitting, waiting in parking spaces and pick up trucks.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Place almonds in a bowl and cover with three inches of cold water. Soak for 24 hours. In a food processor add all ingredients but 1/4 c olive oil and herbs. Puree for 6 minutes, stopping every minute to scrape down sides of bowl. Place in strainer with three layers of cheesecloth. Allow to strain over night in the refrigerator. Squeeze out excess moisture and remove cheesecloth. Line a baking sheet with parchment paper and preheat oven to 200 F. Place cheese on baking sheet and form a six inch round nearly an inch think. Bake for 40 minutes. Cool then chill.
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Monday, April 6, 2009
Years ago I came across a Shopper's Guide to Pesticides published by an organization that like most organizations concerned with the health of humans and the rest of the planet is considered to be liberal or bleeding heart or whatever the buzz word du jour happens to be. In this guide, which you can read here http://www.foodnews.org/EWG-shoppers-guide-download-final.pdf is some nifty information about the fruits and vegetables containing the highest amounts of residual pesticides. Something in the logic part of my brain tells me, no matter how much anyone tries to convince me otherwise, pesticides are not something I want to eat. Ever.
I like to buy food grown as close to home as possible...and when that is not always possible say in the case of bananas or mangoes, I like to buy organic. When I buy food close to home I can sometimes come into direct contact with the farmer who grew it. Some argue this is the trendy shopping habit of the elitist, but I must disagree. A producer's reassurance his food was grown in a sustainable manner is usually enough to convince me it is a safer, healthier alternative to food produced in a factory setting with no regard to the aftermath that is conventional farming. When purchasing the certified organic food that has traveled a distance, I do feel a bit guilty about the required resources needed to bring the food to my table.
Saturday, April 4, 2009
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
I recall my paternal grandmother telling me about one of the first traffic lights installed in the US. It was in Cleveland at Euclid Ave. and 105th. St. She said it made little buzzing noises so you could hear it as well as see it. I wonder where that light is now.
I learned to read before I went to school. I was alarmed when I got there to find out I had to learn it all over again. The school I attended had an odd teaching tool called ITA. I had already mastered, I use that term loosely, the 26 letters that have come to represent the 40 or more sounds, the phonemes of English. Sir James Pitman had devised a teaching tool called the Initial Teaching Alphabet (ITA) that supposedly made it easier for children to read the traditional alphabet once they had mastered ITA. The Initial Teaching Alphabet has 44 symbols instead of the conventional 26; each of the 44 symbols represented one and only one sound. The alphabet is basically phonemic rather than strictly phonetic. Twenty-four of the 44 symbols are the traditional ones; 14 of the augmentations look very much like two familiar letters joined together. The other special symbols represent the remaining phonemes.
Suffice is to say, ITA did not ruin my life or prevent me from reading. I don't believe, however, it did me any good.