Book Thoughts: Clara’s Kitchen

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It’s been ages since I’ve posted anything, let alone anything about a book.  Honestly, things haven’t been very positive around here for awhile, and I make it a habit to not record those times, if I can help it.  Book reviews haven’t happened because I haven’t been reading.  I’m pleased that I can share my thoughts on Clara’s Kitchen by Clara Cannucciari with you now, breaking the long fast from finishing books.

I mentioned this wonderful woman about a year and a half ago when I can across her delightful videos on youtube.  It prompted me to ask my own grandmother about the hard times and I learned some fantastic information about her and her past as a result.  Since finding her videos, I have felt grateful that someone from the era of the Great Depression is around, sharing with us some memories and recipes from that time.  I wish there were more being shared by more people, but we’re running out of resources like Miss Clara.

Times are harder and only getting harder and we, as a whole, have forgotten what it is like to go wanting.  We have credit cards to live outside our means, ads and social pressures telling us that we need the latest thing, companies producing items that simply don’t last, and so on.  But back then, Clara says, they didn’t know to want anything, because it just didn’t happen.  You knew from day one that you just couldn’t get everything you wanted and you were okay with that.  Birthdays weren’t celebrated, gifts weren’t really gifts but necessities, and so on.  The littlest things were wonderful when you got to have them, because you had to do without the rest of the time.  This is a lesson many of us need to learn and, perhaps soon, we will have to.  I’m just glad I got to read a little bit of her experiences. Gives you a good perspective on what you have now.  Read the book or watch some of her videos, like the one below:

Revisiting the Homestead

When I stepped out of the Ft. Lauderdale International baggage terminal, it was into a gently balmy early morning that moisturized skin and nostrils dried out by airplane atmosphere.  The concrete and asphalt tunnel designated for pick ups was awash with familiar orange-hued light and the loud cacophony of birds screamed morning gossip amongst the palms.

Within an hour, I witnessed the first Miami u-turn of my trip and b-lined for the Publix in pursuit of a long-lost favorite: the Publix sub.  It’s hard to explain what makes these sandwiches special.  It isn’t the contents, though those are very good, because those items can change depending on the diner.  I, for instance, prefer mine with mayo, Turkey, lettuce, onion, salt, pepper, oil and vinegar.  My family theorizes that it’s the bread, baked daily by Publix themselves, and I agree wholeheartedly   Something about their recipe melds perfectly with the ingredients put on them, no matter the combination.  I am here today to insist that it was no amplification of memory that created bliss for me that morning.  It was truly as delicious as I remembered seven years previous, and a whole lifetime ago.  Paired with my beloved Ironbeer soda and a guava cheese pastry, my inaugural meal was a perfect success.

I rediscovered Florida through the eyes of a tourist.  While there were so many familiar things around me, seven years away had peeled away my old opinions of the place.  I could appreciate beautiful scenic moments on the beach in the early hours, sun I had once thought my enemy, and warmth I was sensitive to but could not appreciate.  There were places to visit that I’d seen only as a kid, but I yearned to reassess as an adult such as The Venetian Pool, a coral rock quarry turned fresh water pool, where I learned how to swim as a child.  I longed to see Vizcaya, Robert is Here, and several friends I had the honor of knowing the year or two before I moved away.  I did not get to work all of these things out—though, one worked out better than hoped—but I love them no less and hope to see them on another trip.  Hopefully, not after such a long break.

What I did get to cross off my list was a number of food items I cannot get around my new home in the Pacific Northwest.  Publix subs, guava pastries, Publix tarragon chicken salad, cuban crackers, cuban bread, gator, conch, Yellowtail francese, empanizado bistec con maduros y arroz blanco, Checkers burger and banana shake, and so on.  The one item I hoped to get, but could not, was birch beer.  Similar to rootbeer, it’s derived from birch sap and bears a reddish tint.  It’s more of a southern drink and I was sad to find the places that used to carry it when I lived here no longer do.  Luckily, birch beer syrup is available online and not entirely out of reach of home sweet home.

I had unexpected joy when the arrangement to only see two of my old beloved friends turned into four without planning.  It was short, but oh so very sweet to the taste, to see these men I hold so dearly in my heart.  Generous, kind, funny, and absolutely wonderful, I am grateful for the few small moments I got to spend with them.

I was blessed to visit my family and receive their generosity the day and a half we spent together.  We ate good food, had lots of laughs, swapped stories, and toured places we used to call home.  I even got a chance to see new locations that did not exist when I lived in little old Homestead.

I was delighted to spend an entire morning talking about nothing but writing with two fellow talented writers.  It gave me a hint of the sort of inspiration a group of writers could give to each other and I’m excited to be included in the plans for a small, concise online community to perpetuate the sort of support we gave each other that morning.  I was invigorated.

I expected Florida to be very different from the one I left, and it was.  It’s a better place; a hybrid of memories and improvement that I hope I can revisit more often than I’ve had the chance to.  I miss what I miss and the the sheer joy I experienced rediscovering them is worth the pricey plane ticket.  So farewell, Florida, hope to see you again soon.

Book Thoughts: Guts

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If you’ve ever watched 3rd Rock From the Sun, then you know Kristen Johnston as the alien-trapped-as-a-woman Sally. Guts is a quick book confessing how her addiction to drugs and alcohol led to her insides splitting open and almost killing her, and how it affects the life she has lived ever since.

It’s not a new story, in and of itself, but it is told in her voice and that voice has a flair for comedy, sarcasm, and self-deprecation. Most of all, she is blunt about the experience, and that frankness is what is most important. You may read a hundred books about an actress who fell prey to addiction, but it is fascinating to a person like me, who has never had any desire to be addicted to drugs or alcohol, to see what it did to her. She does point out that everyone has an addiction. It doesn’t have to be narcotic to have detrimental effects on our lives, either. In my case, for instance, it’s food and the struggle I have with the feeling of hunger. That addiction to food, or sugar, has led to some unhappy aspects of my life that I am battling to this day. For someone else it might be golf, or video games, or sex, and so on.

Anyway, there isn’t much to say about this book, because it’s just so straight forward. If you like Kristen Johnston, I urge you to give it a try. It’s a very easy read to blow through. If you are a functioning addict, I urge you to read this book. Obviously, if you’re in denial like most addicts are, you may not recognize that you should see this story, but if you even have the smallest inkling, please do it. It may do nothing for you, but it may be exactly what you need.

Reaping Eggs

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Friday, I came home from work to find the first egg from the new hens! Two weeks ahead of schedule! As you can see above (the smaller one), the egg was surprisingly large for a first egg (somewhere between medium and large), perfectly shaped, and a beautiful taupe hue. Two days later, the larger one was laid for me to find. I’m not sure if the second is their normal-sized or a double yolker (which are usually extra large to accommodate), but they sure are a great example of the variation in egg sizes that come about in a home environment. Without the regulation of sizes into boxes of the same, sometimes you get small and sometimes you get huge. I like this, as the small eggs are usually a perfect size for making ‘Egg in a Basket’ without over-spilling and the larger ones are great for most everything else. And now that one is laying, the other two should catch up rather soon as their cycles sync up.

Anyway, just wanted to share this happy news! There never seems to be a time when keeping chickens does not make me happy, especially days like these.

Book Thoughts: Radical Homemakers

20120809-185327.jpg This book completely took me by surprise and I think it may just be a volume that changes the course of my life. If I had found Radical Homemakers by Shannon Hayes on my own, with its strange title and plain cover, I would have moved on. As luck would have it, however, it was the next read on the same pseudo book club that turned me onto ‘The Dirty Life’, which I reviewed recently. While the last book was interesting, this one spoke to me in a way that I will try my best to explain.

First, I think it important to explain that ‘Radical Homemakers’ refers to men and women around the world—focusing on the U.S. in this book, though—who have shifted their priorities from the rat race of consumerism in its current state, to a life- and home-centric conduct where more of what they need is provided by their own direct labor rather than working at a job to afford to buy it indirectly. If that’s confusing, maybe reading on will clarify better.

The first portion of the book outlines the concept of Radical Homemaking, while the remaining shows you the philosophy in practice using quotes from twenty families already in the midst of the lifestyle. There are so many dissimilarities between these households that they perfectly point out that it’s all about starting where you are and doing all you can to be a producing ‘unit’ instead of a consuming one. The concept section functions by being frank about the economic situation as it pertains to excessive consumerism and the corporate desire to make you buy as much as possible. Instead of living a dogged life trying to make more and more money to buy more and more things you either don’t need or could do for yourself if you had the time. Time taken up by working for dollar amounts. Instead, these people are taking back the looked-down-upon roles of homemaking (though, it really is just homesteading by any other name) to live off of less money, higher quality, and closer community instead of being unfulfilled by meaningless (subjective) jobs to pay for sub-par food quality and less connection with their loved-ones. Hayes recognizes that most people will inherently see nothing wrong with such a lifestyle and has no problems with those who choose to continue to function that way. She also points out that there are still many important jobs outside the home, such as health and social justice roles, and does not demean or decry them. She means only to explore the origin of what homemaking means, why so many people are being drawn back to the proverbial hearth, and share the experiences of just a few of these families. More still can be found on the website radicalhomemakers.com.

Next, I should explain that I have been talking about some of the things in this book for some time in bits and pieces. I don’t think this book has come to me at a better time. It echoes the sentiments in my heart, organizes them, gives history to flesh out the path travelled, and provides experiences that inform me better of the longings I couldn’t put a name to previously.

This is how it makes me feel (and makes concise ideas I’ve already grown or been growing). That even if most of the world thinks living under a multi-generation roof, taking care of your family indirectly, making things from scratch, and producing as many of your own needs while spending the least money is backward, then let them think it. Corporations are not out to help you to be happy, they’re out to help you to buy more of their products—especially if you don’t need them. Community is the single most important skill and asset a person can cultivate. The point is not to do everything alone, but to cultivate relationships with others and share the wealth. There is no way to like everyone, but there is a way to get along with them anyway. Knowledge is important, but you don’t usually have to spend huge amounts of money for the information and hands-on experience. If there is a better way, then what are you waiting for?

There are probably more that fell along the wayside, but that fairly accurately gets much of it across. I’ve been rethinking some things more seriously and will shortly be making efforts to achieve a less stressful lifestyle. I don’t care if anyone thinks it’s a bad idea.

Book Thoughts: The Red Necklace

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The Red Necklace by Sally Gardner was not what I expected, but that’s what I get for listening to a book for no other reason than the narrator. Had I looked up anything about the book itself, I’d have been less surprised by the content of the story. After some time, I began to wonder when the other shoe was going to drop, until I looked up a little info and realized the book is meant for 12-16 year olds. Suddenly, it all became clear. Nothing truly terrible was going to happen to these characters and the likelihood of there being a ‘happy’ ending was very high. I was glad for this knowledge, because the advances of the villain on the very young (read: approximately twelve years old) female character was beginning to worry me a great deal.

As you may know from previous reviews, I am not the sort who usually shies away from large age gaps, but the subject was too young to fathom. That, and the man was truly despicable. That was the point, of course, for him to be soulless and depraved. The fact that he was old enough to be her father, easily, would not normally have worried me so much. Hence, my relief in knowing this was for youngsters after all and there would be no taking advantage of her.

The book is not, as the cover suggests, about the French Revolution itself, it is simply the story of two young people experiencing their tumultuous adventure in the midst of the rise of the Revolution. Were it not for the fact that the villain has a hand in making the uprising occur, the relevance to the Revolution would be just about nil. Yes, the pressure is cranked up when the girl is imprisoned and put on trial for her nobility, but even the Red Necklace itself has nothing to do with the guillotine. The villain simply places it on victims he has killed. To what end is unclear.

The book’s ending was not a definitive happy ending, more a telling that the story has come to an end, but that the main characters were going to be happy and together eventually. This surprised me, but I found it an interesting choice. I still prefer it to some terrible ending, that’s for certain.

For me, the book had the same feel as The Alchemist by Paolo Coelho. An allegorical fairytale happening to a young person, or so it seemed to me. It was a good book, and the author did very well with prose here and there. However, the best recommendation I can give to this book is the reader of the audio version: Tom Hiddleston. His narration was riveting, his tone evocative. He did so gloriously at the opening, that my eyes flooded with tears simply at the perfection with which he read a very important line. He uses a variety of accents and speech patterns to help distinguish characters for the listener, proving his proficient skill in these areas as well as allowing oneself to lose track of the book and feel like each person has come alive to play their role. Hiddleston was an excellent choice, as well, for his background in French language, which made for proper pronunciations of various names and locations throughout.

Would I recommend this? I think that if you like younger books, simple and creative tales, or have a young person that you would like to share it with: yes, I would recommend it. However, I’m biased, and would recommend you try to find the UK version of the audiobook for Hiddleston’s stellar performance.

Book Thoughts: The Dirty Life

I’m not sure what I expected to get from ‘The Dirty Life’ by Kristin Kimball. I have a few books about the experiences of people, or a family, who went back to the land or tried their hand at farming. I know that many of them are depressing, but I felt like this one would be upbeat. That said, I was glad to find that Kimball put in the bad experiences as well as the good, giving a very balanced picture of what the whole thing has been like for her over the last seven years. The bulk of the book details experiences from the first year, but she does give snippets of information about the years that follow, specifically information pertaining to things you, as a reader, learned about year one.

The things I liked best about the book are a visceral tug of ‘lust and admiration’ for her cooking husband right at the beginning, the information about their using draft horses for farm work, her learned understanding that things die merely because that is how nature works (or the nature of agriculture, your choice). I love that there are people who want to help at every turn, I love the insights into how smaller communities work and how saying nothing at all can still count as ‘visiting’ someone. I like that someone can be terrified to commit to someone else and be happy together six years later. I like that even though it’s clearly difficult to begin a farm like theirs, that it gets in her soul and won’t let her give it up completely even if she tries to walk away.

The most important part of their story, I feel, is what they’re trying to do with their farm. The idea of a ‘take as much as you need’ CSA that provides all aspects of one’s diet is novel, intriguing, and sounds wonderful. Seven years into it and they are going strong, but will this style catch on? It’s certainly hard to provide everything people eat (or most everything, they admit they cannot provide citrus where they are in Pennsylvania), so I find it fascinating that they are doing it and doing it well. One has to recognize that they found a good set of bones, i.e., a farm that already had certain things established, such as a ‘sugar bush’ which is a grove of sugar maples. This allowed them to immediately offer a source of sugar that would take someone planting from scratch some 25 years to achieve. However, they went in full boar, and they’re still going. For all the hardship and failures, they’ve done what they set out to do and it’s certainly an enviable endeavor.

There are a lot of things I could say about the book, but I really think that the content will affect everyone differently. Tears come to my eyes as stories are recounted of draft horses partnering with man in the most unlikely times and ways, but it may be uninteresting to someone else.

I think it’s a book anyone who wants to go back to the land should read. Farming is not sunshine and daisies (though they can be present), but it’s not bound to fail either. The more one knows, the better prepared they’ll be. So if you’re thinking about it? Read this too.

Goal Digging

I mentioned in my last entry that I compiled a list of goals to be accomplished over the next few years and thought I’d elaborate a little bit on what I’ve done and how I got there.

I should begin by saying that I’m the sort of person who really likes lists, but has a hard time remembering to look at the list later. I also like the GTD (Getting Things Done) concept of putting everything you want done on paper because it’s easier to remember to look at the list if you’re not trying to remember the other 100+ things you need to get done. This has worked, on an off, since my discovery of it. You should also know that I am a Google whore, I research the bejeesus out of everything that crosses my mind, no matter how remote or ridiculous. I will sometimes find myself staring at the Google search page just trying to think of something to look up

So I knew when I Googled how to accomplish tasks, that it was one of my ridiculous days. I’ve searched how to GTD a million times, even how to get rid of my stuff. I’ve read some amazingly helpful articles, but typically it’s never on the level ‘how to’ I wish it could be. Because, let’s be honest, how can someone writing for a broad population know the detailed list of tasks I need to follow to get my sad life in order?

Surprisingly, the search brought up site called 101 Goals in 1001 Days and I thought that was intriguing enough to click on. The concept is as simple as the title: You think up 101 goals and try to accomplish them in 1001 days (which is shy of 3 years, in case you didn’t want to do the math). Of course, my first thought was: how the hell am I supposed to think up that many freaking goals? Well, they thought of everything. They take you through a few steps and help you think of goals on your own (with a very helpful print-out sheet too), then advise you to look at goal lists of others to help you think of more, and then instruct you to write out every step needed for each one of your goals. This may seem tedious, but the idea is that you will never have to think too hard about what the next step is from here on out. For instance, I want to finish my book manuscript by the end of the year and get it sent out, so I outlined the steps: finish draft of manuscript, send manuscript to _____ to review for grammatical edits, send revised manuscript to _____, _____, and _____ for content feedback, finish final revision and grammatical check, send manuscript to publisher. I also have a section for the writing progression by word count set at every 5,000 or 10,000 words so that the progress is as important as the final accomplished goal. This is a big deal because each goal and each step has a date slot off to the side to fill in when you’ve accomplished it. In essence, not only do you not have to think much about each step in the process, but each step becomes an accomplished goal in and of itself. And because it’s all printed out, it’s easy to go back over the list and see all the things you have accomplished so far.

I like that the time to accomplish it is reasonable and I like the so-called thoughtlessness of the whole thing. Now, I went about it the way I wanted to, admittedly. Each goal did not get its own page, instead I had goal sections, such as Financial, Relationships, Travel, etc. I also do not have an active ‘to do next’ list where all ‘next steps’ are visible at one time so that you can choose whichever one catches your fancy. However, despite not trying to come up with 101 goals, I had a blast typing out all the steps and researching things I would need to do (such as the steps to obtaining a passport). This took two afternoons to accomplish and it was fun—for a freak like me. When all was said and done, I counted out the goals and found out I had managed 108 goals. That is far more than I expected to devise, but devise them I did. I have not actively attempted to accomplish a step every day, but I have filled in five of the hundreds on the list and the thought makes me smile.

I do not expect to accomplish all of the goals, especially those involving going to other countries. I have no doubt it’s possible to visit one or two in three years, but all 8? Certainly not. I still like that they are on the list, reminding me of where I’d like to go when I get the chance. No doubt, those that are left unvisited will make their way onto a new detailed list one day in the future. I wonder, when that day comes, how many of the goals I have now will have been filled in?

French Bread Unlocked

While accomplishing a hand-crafted loaf of French bread may be child’s play to some of my friends, I have had a hard time with making just about any bread without the aid of a bread machine.  I recently made out a detailed list of goals I want to achieve over the next few years, and successfully making French bread was on that list.  I’m proud to say that after a 10 hour process, I did it!

Enjoy the photo montage!

One day I hope to own a proper baking stone, but considering I used a sheet pan, they came out fantastic.

To use the same recipe and proccess, please follow this link to the video on youtube: Susan’s French Bread.  Links to her website are available in the description.  Happy baking!

Baby Fruit

Not a whole lot of progress going on right now, but I thought it would be nice to share a few photos of my young fruiting plants.  The trees were put in last year and I’m delighted to see them trying to fruit this year!  The blueberries are still in their nursery pots but should be in their permanent home soon.

There is intense pride seeing food growing because of you.  Although, there is also trepidation this early on when there are only a few fruit that can be easily lost!

The following images are of my few baby Frost peaches, gala apples, and the very beginnings of some Pink Lemonade blueberries.  If you have any tips, or know whatever is going on with the peach leaves, please feel free to comment!

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