Of cars in various states of dis-repair mostly.
The thought occured to me yesterday that when I'm on the bike the smells don't trigger panic. In the car I'm always worried it is my car making the smell. Really no matter what car i'm in. Even new one. Brake, Belt, Oil, exhaust.
The smell of a cold gasoline car's exhaust. Volvos smell different than most cold, but randomly some others smell funny too. The VE-Pump style Diesels... Not to mention the whole random people with fireplaces/wood heat. Some really wonderful smelling BBQ flavored smoke, some acrid yucky smoke.
Lots of polite considerate drivers last night. Handful of waves, a few smiles. Not too many notably threatening drivers. And the eggs i picked up on the way home for making breakfast this morning survived my backpack.
Wasn't fun but wasn't terrible. No riding today, making breakfast. Maybe tomorrow.
Fired up the woodstove for the sleep over. Loaded it up at 11 or so with two large rounds of honey locust, still enough heat to keep the thermostatic blower going this morning and enough coals to fire right back up.
This room here is like a little cabin. wood stove, pine board panneling, big table. And food. And coffee. Going to need to extract more wood under the snow covered tarp. Maybe cut up some of the dry driftwood.
I wonder what that smoke will smell like when it is burning.
heddwch
G
Saturday, February 28, 2015
Friday, February 27, 2015
Tempting to retweet but... can't... wee elaboration
Wish I could.
I checked earlier today, so many instances where I might reply. Make a comment. But I didn't. Wanted to tweet about something but didn't, realized how dumb it was waiting.
Feeling like me, I was going to say 2nd-12th grade but then realized college applies and gradschool and real job and here and now... in that hey - i'm just a burden tolerated or humiliated for sport and fun because it is easy to pick on the guy who cares about shit and isn't afraid to say his mind. Big old bullseye on my back. Somethings never change i guess. Tati goes off line and the internet freaks out... me? not so much. Silence not noticed. the tall creapy guy in the corner too shy/afraid to interact, but if you do, you unleash a suffocating wave of attention you have no desire for... Yeah, some interent dude who exists only on the internet to most if not all, vanishes and poof the world is fucking ending. me, silence? THANKS BE TO WHOEVER THAT PAIN IN THE ASS SHUT UP. Truth? no. Emotional response? yes.
I'll figure it out (probably not)
anyway...
What did I want to retweet? Last two tweets from Nimoy.
My grandmother turned 102 a couple days ago.
Life/death... always on my mind.
And his last two tweets. Hard to find once who ever got his phone/account started retweeting all sorts of shit.
here... screen shot. old fashioned retweet... or ne fashioned or who cares...
Love is a strange thing. What is it, what is "in love with" and then to love someone... very different.
Enough of that. too f'n serious...
heddwch
G
I checked earlier today, so many instances where I might reply. Make a comment. But I didn't. Wanted to tweet about something but didn't, realized how dumb it was waiting.
Feeling like me, I was going to say 2nd-12th grade but then realized college applies and gradschool and real job and here and now... in that hey - i'm just a burden tolerated or humiliated for sport and fun because it is easy to pick on the guy who cares about shit and isn't afraid to say his mind. Big old bullseye on my back. Somethings never change i guess. Tati goes off line and the internet freaks out... me? not so much. Silence not noticed. the tall creapy guy in the corner too shy/afraid to interact, but if you do, you unleash a suffocating wave of attention you have no desire for... Yeah, some interent dude who exists only on the internet to most if not all, vanishes and poof the world is fucking ending. me, silence? THANKS BE TO WHOEVER THAT PAIN IN THE ASS SHUT UP. Truth? no. Emotional response? yes.
I'll figure it out (probably not)
anyway...
What did I want to retweet? Last two tweets from Nimoy.
My grandmother turned 102 a couple days ago.
Life/death... always on my mind.
And his last two tweets. Hard to find once who ever got his phone/account started retweeting all sorts of shit.
Love is a strange thing. What is it, what is "in love with" and then to love someone... very different.
Enough of that. too f'n serious...
heddwch
G
somewhere between
Asked if my ride home was fun. no. not fun.
But nothing is black and white even if I make it sound that way. Seems I have a way of saying things that leave others thinking there isn't any other option.
The commute kind of sucks. It is chewing up the bike, the miles are total junk miles. Do nothing. Can't go easy enough to make it a really easy day with the tires and the route. Can't get any rhythm or consistent effort going that resemble intervals to make a hard day functional training.
But it is better than driving and trying to find a place to park. And then there's my car.
THAT is janky. It works. But cold starts in the teens and below are anxiety attacks for me. Every time. And driving in that means two of them a day. Not to mention there's no fucking parking anywhere. Streets that had parking on both sides of the road barely have parking on one, some have none. I'd estimate the already difficult to park area has less than half the number of spots with the same number of people trying to park.
Besides if I stop riding in the cold I'll have to shave the beard.
Today's 11°F start was fine. The headwind sucked but it was whatever.
That and I think I need to drop social out of all media at this point. Twitter is done for now, going to add faceplace to the list too. Probably will still post stuff to the Nanoscape page but that's about it for a while.
Hoping the coffee makers hurries up. gonna take a fair bit of the extra strong pot i made to get through the day...
But nothing is black and white even if I make it sound that way. Seems I have a way of saying things that leave others thinking there isn't any other option.
The commute kind of sucks. It is chewing up the bike, the miles are total junk miles. Do nothing. Can't go easy enough to make it a really easy day with the tires and the route. Can't get any rhythm or consistent effort going that resemble intervals to make a hard day functional training.
But it is better than driving and trying to find a place to park. And then there's my car.
THAT is janky. It works. But cold starts in the teens and below are anxiety attacks for me. Every time. And driving in that means two of them a day. Not to mention there's no fucking parking anywhere. Streets that had parking on both sides of the road barely have parking on one, some have none. I'd estimate the already difficult to park area has less than half the number of spots with the same number of people trying to park.
Besides if I stop riding in the cold I'll have to shave the beard.
Today's 11°F start was fine. The headwind sucked but it was whatever.
That and I think I need to drop social out of all media at this point. Twitter is done for now, going to add faceplace to the list too. Probably will still post stuff to the Nanoscape page but that's about it for a while.
Hoping the coffee makers hurries up. gonna take a fair bit of the extra strong pot i made to get through the day...
Thursday, February 26, 2015
OCD snow removal confession
when it snows, and I'm not at home, and people get home before me.
i worry.
they will stomp footprints into the sidewalk that won't easily be removed. they may not put the snow in the right place if they move it at all.
but the worst is the walking on it before shoveling.
Yes. I'm far too exceedingly fastidious about shoveling snow.
Probably for the best that our house is in the middle of the street and not on a corner.
i worry.
they will stomp footprints into the sidewalk that won't easily be removed. they may not put the snow in the right place if they move it at all.
but the worst is the walking on it before shoveling.
Yes. I'm far too exceedingly fastidious about shoveling snow.
Probably for the best that our house is in the middle of the street and not on a corner.
post thaw morning ice rink bike ride
The ride home last night was wet. Water everywhere. Salt mixed in, but there was enough melting of the 4" of fresh snow to pretty much wash the salt away and leave plenty of space for the melting water to actually freeze.
Wednesday, February 25, 2015
the dynamics of social media on the internet
That title works well for a well thought out in depth long form New Yorker length web log post.
But you know, I'm not sure this is going to be much more than a few words triggered by an urge to document a thought or two.
But you know, I'm not sure this is going to be much more than a few words triggered by an urge to document a thought or two.
Saturday, February 21, 2015
It isn't good. this snow. Esp in BOS...
I read this and then felt compelled to write this:
Most people really don't get how bad it is in Boston. Down here in Providence, we're lucky. Half as much snow, no reliable public transport other than busses to get screwed up (not that any bus stop has been shoveled or plowed) but still no where really to put the snow or money to do more than occasionally run a blade on the road and throw some salt.
Down here in my hood of East PVD land maybe every other snow storm, stuff gets plowed. Not after every storm.
It is bad.
If you've never spent time in Boston/Providence/New England, you can't really appreciate how close everything is, how tight it all is, there's really pretty much no room for anything in the summer. Add snow and it is a legit disaster. Snow is one thing. But it usually snows, then melts, maybe snows again, melts.
Not this year.
So if you think you're feeling all smug and stuff and better than someone else who's bitching. Give that NYTimes article a read.
And yes. It is bad. And most of the complaints are from people who have a house. Those who don't are much worse off, no question. But the bigger tragedy is for those who were just making it work, two jobs, no car, doing everything in their power to put food on the table for their kids and they haven't been able to this last month.
If you pay bills, remove your safety net, then cut your income in half and try to imagine what most of the people in the region are going through.
I'm lucky. For now. But it breaks my heart to see people genuinely struggling made fun of. Laughed at. Or told "it could be so much worse." Maybe it is a character flaw.
It is what it is though.
Life.
And we move on... life...
is a struggle
heddwch
G
Most people really don't get how bad it is in Boston. Down here in Providence, we're lucky. Half as much snow, no reliable public transport other than busses to get screwed up (not that any bus stop has been shoveled or plowed) but still no where really to put the snow or money to do more than occasionally run a blade on the road and throw some salt.
Down here in my hood of East PVD land maybe every other snow storm, stuff gets plowed. Not after every storm.
It is bad.
If you've never spent time in Boston/Providence/New England, you can't really appreciate how close everything is, how tight it all is, there's really pretty much no room for anything in the summer. Add snow and it is a legit disaster. Snow is one thing. But it usually snows, then melts, maybe snows again, melts.
Not this year.
So if you think you're feeling all smug and stuff and better than someone else who's bitching. Give that NYTimes article a read.
And yes. It is bad. And most of the complaints are from people who have a house. Those who don't are much worse off, no question. But the bigger tragedy is for those who were just making it work, two jobs, no car, doing everything in their power to put food on the table for their kids and they haven't been able to this last month.
If you pay bills, remove your safety net, then cut your income in half and try to imagine what most of the people in the region are going through.
I'm lucky. For now. But it breaks my heart to see people genuinely struggling made fun of. Laughed at. Or told "it could be so much worse." Maybe it is a character flaw.
It is what it is though.
Life.
And we move on... life...
is a struggle
heddwch
G
Friday, February 20, 2015
Making dinner tonight
Last night I got to thinking, well before I watched any movies.
I was thinking about cooking. How many meals have I prepared... How many years have I been working at the craft of cooking with a focus that goes beyond just eating and making something fit a cookie cutter pattern meal aka steamed potatoes, green beans and chicken breast. Something that takes tweaking, seasoning. Skill or iterations.
Gotta be well over 10k esp if you only count meals not mouths fed.
I'm not a Ben Lloyd of Salted Slate. But I've certainly not been working at meal preparation with any less focus or dedication. Most definately a narrower ingredient list. One thing that struck me as Yannis asked why i'm always just cooking veggies... (my reply was who wants to see a picture of a burger), is that I don't really cook fancy cuts of meats. The meat isn't ever the centerpeice of the meal with a few exceptions. It is everything else.
In the last few years I've added Indian spice/curry to the mental resources and spices on hand.
I started simply with Mexican and Italian. working those two over and over, add some chili some other stuff. I can see the journey very clearly for the most part.
A progression. But like everything else I do better being given a set of constraints than a blank slate. I've moved to simple ingredients, to the point of only buying dried beans instead of canned ones. Planning is easy, spending money isn't. How to feed a family of four on as little as possible is kind of the mantra lately. What's on sale, how to make that work in the meal plan, how to work it in to something everyone will eat.
Over think everything. Yes. Esp food. But food has this magical quality of making people happy, nourishing them, and for growing children providing both a dynamic palette but the building blocks for a healthy body.
Tonight, tonight's dinner is a result of a pork tenderloin being on sale. Not the most flavorful bit of stuff, but it is pretty flexible and fits into my potential aresnal w/o much trouble. Easy to screw it up but I think I'll get it to be palatable.
So what do I serve with the pork? What do I have in the fridge? Carrots, Sweet Potatoes, Onions and mushrooms? Add a bit of a luxury item of fresh rosemary and I think I can make this work.
Peel and chop the carrots and sweet potatoes. Quarter (ish) the onions and mushrooms. Toss them all with a few splashes of red wine, some balsalmic vinegar, shoyu sauce, fresh black pepper, finely chopped rosemary, salt, bacon fat and olive oil.
Plunk them in a convection oven at 325 (cook through then carmelize, too hot and they'll be raw and burnt).
They are 10-15 min away from being ready to crank the heat up to carmelize and get a nice depth of flavor.
So while it is cooking i started writing.
The pork tenderloin went into a bit of marinate earlier today. Red wine, balsalmic vinegar, fresh ginger, shoyu sauce, splash of water, rosemary... cayenne pepper and some garlic powder (yes, using up some garlic powder as a flavor enhancer instead of fresh - in my book acceptable use of the powder).
Next up I'll get a pan nice and hot. Add some butter and olive oil (extra virgin, always and only), and sear the tenderloin before putting it in for the final 15-20 minutes in the oven at 400-450F.
Once the loin goes in the oven I'll cut the heat in the searing pan and add some collards and kale, shoyu sauce and balsalmic vinegar and sautee the greens (we call it hot salad around here). The hot salad is a special request from my 10 year old fwiw. I've still got enough Kale left over to do the tahini salad again for lunch tomorrow.
In the end my daughters and I should have a pretty fabulous plate of food to enjoy. With luck a bit of left overs for lunch tomorrow. And it was simple and easy, and fit into doing everything else today.
Life is this crazy thing. Make time for food. There is always time to cook food at home and get everything else done. If there isn't, make a change. It will be worth it.
I was thinking about cooking. How many meals have I prepared... How many years have I been working at the craft of cooking with a focus that goes beyond just eating and making something fit a cookie cutter pattern meal aka steamed potatoes, green beans and chicken breast. Something that takes tweaking, seasoning. Skill or iterations.
Gotta be well over 10k esp if you only count meals not mouths fed.
I'm not a Ben Lloyd of Salted Slate. But I've certainly not been working at meal preparation with any less focus or dedication. Most definately a narrower ingredient list. One thing that struck me as Yannis asked why i'm always just cooking veggies... (my reply was who wants to see a picture of a burger), is that I don't really cook fancy cuts of meats. The meat isn't ever the centerpeice of the meal with a few exceptions. It is everything else.
In the last few years I've added Indian spice/curry to the mental resources and spices on hand.
I started simply with Mexican and Italian. working those two over and over, add some chili some other stuff. I can see the journey very clearly for the most part.
A progression. But like everything else I do better being given a set of constraints than a blank slate. I've moved to simple ingredients, to the point of only buying dried beans instead of canned ones. Planning is easy, spending money isn't. How to feed a family of four on as little as possible is kind of the mantra lately. What's on sale, how to make that work in the meal plan, how to work it in to something everyone will eat.
Over think everything. Yes. Esp food. But food has this magical quality of making people happy, nourishing them, and for growing children providing both a dynamic palette but the building blocks for a healthy body.
Tonight, tonight's dinner is a result of a pork tenderloin being on sale. Not the most flavorful bit of stuff, but it is pretty flexible and fits into my potential aresnal w/o much trouble. Easy to screw it up but I think I'll get it to be palatable.
So what do I serve with the pork? What do I have in the fridge? Carrots, Sweet Potatoes, Onions and mushrooms? Add a bit of a luxury item of fresh rosemary and I think I can make this work.
Peel and chop the carrots and sweet potatoes. Quarter (ish) the onions and mushrooms. Toss them all with a few splashes of red wine, some balsalmic vinegar, shoyu sauce, fresh black pepper, finely chopped rosemary, salt, bacon fat and olive oil.
Plunk them in a convection oven at 325 (cook through then carmelize, too hot and they'll be raw and burnt).
They are 10-15 min away from being ready to crank the heat up to carmelize and get a nice depth of flavor.
So while it is cooking i started writing.
The pork tenderloin went into a bit of marinate earlier today. Red wine, balsalmic vinegar, fresh ginger, shoyu sauce, splash of water, rosemary... cayenne pepper and some garlic powder (yes, using up some garlic powder as a flavor enhancer instead of fresh - in my book acceptable use of the powder).
Next up I'll get a pan nice and hot. Add some butter and olive oil (extra virgin, always and only), and sear the tenderloin before putting it in for the final 15-20 minutes in the oven at 400-450F.
Once the loin goes in the oven I'll cut the heat in the searing pan and add some collards and kale, shoyu sauce and balsalmic vinegar and sautee the greens (we call it hot salad around here). The hot salad is a special request from my 10 year old fwiw. I've still got enough Kale left over to do the tahini salad again for lunch tomorrow.
In the end my daughters and I should have a pretty fabulous plate of food to enjoy. With luck a bit of left overs for lunch tomorrow. And it was simple and easy, and fit into doing everything else today.
Life is this crazy thing. Make time for food. There is always time to cook food at home and get everything else done. If there isn't, make a change. It will be worth it.
heddwch
G
Sugar Man
Sometimes something shakes you completely.
sometimes you get turned upside down but have no idea how to pick up the pieces, and can't really tell if they are any worse than before but you know you've been tossed around by the tears down your cheeks and the overwhelming feeling of being close to genius?
Searching For Sugar Man....
thanks to Hola (canada) i was able to finally watch this documentary http://youtu.be/oWCoGhaS4Es
What can I say... not much... The film was deserving of all praise.
Somewhat depressing that it took this long to see it.
But so grateful for the confluence of circumstances that lead to it.
Like this quote:
He approached the work from a different place than most people do took it very very seriously, sort of like a sacrament. .... He had this kind of magical quality, that all genuine poets and artists have, to elevate things to get above the mundane, the prosaic all the bullshit all the mediocrity that is everywhere the artist, the artist is the pioneer ...
spoken by a guy that looks way too much like Gary David
But rings truer than anything.
There's something, something worthy of a million words. A long story. My story.
Some confluence of emotional resonance.
Till i figure it out more it is what it is. Life. You live as an exploiter, and exploitee or one who fights the former with whatever tools you have been given. Or you find a grey area where you slip through the cracks by luck, chance or lack of either.
Two movies tonight. Avatar (holy shit what a boring over worked, shitty plot, bad writing movie, youngest was telling me what was going to happen next with scary accuracy) yes some people love it Oooo love story... meh stupid. Then...
Then...
I start watching Searching for Sugar Man after putting the girls to bed.
should have switched it up, watched sugar man with the girls and me fall asleep watching overworked CG film.
But no, i watched Sugar Man....
and middle of one of the coldest nights i'm wide awake.
but... I'm listening to Rodriguez on youtube
and thinking...
desperately wishing for a way to convey, how i see things, to more than four or five people... but watching the poison spewed by those who reach millions... and look at why I have to think maybe not is a better measure of a life lived properly.
The detroit/michigan connection hit hard tonight. the snow everywhere in the film... the snow everywhere here...
Michigan left an indelible imprint on my soul. I showed up and couldn't wait to leave. A few years later, i'd found some of the most amazing MTB trails, found some of the best friends ever... and well left with two of the most amazing daughters in the world.
And the guilt from never going back is palpable.
Michigan. The Mitten, right in the middle of the fucking mitten. And then we've got this tapping into my brain after 28 of the snowiest days in RI maybe. It has snowed 20 of the last 28 days here. No melting. And almost no plowing.
Maybe we get some rain on Sunday. Temps though have been decreasing on a daily pace. I figure by Saturday, the forecast will be for 8-10" of snow instead of the rain posted now.
But side track.
This film.
Searching for Sugar Man. Thank you UCI/CX for teaching me about Hola and watching live stuff, and discovering that I could watch this from Canada, seeing as we're close to the -20C temp range it seems appropriate that I watched it from the neighbors up north.
I think I may have gotten to the point of saying, hey - it is late enough, what's the point of going to sleep.
But words, aren't flowing like they should, brain delving into deeper introspection, out of practice just opening up and letting it flow. For better or worse. Maybe we'll unleash a bit more, unbridle, remove a bar or two from the window and see what happens. For now, maybe we'll force some big stupid head dumbass to go to sleep by hitting publish.
leaving it with: watch Searching for Sugar Man. by whatever means is in your digital/fiscal arsenal
heddwch
G
sometimes you get turned upside down but have no idea how to pick up the pieces, and can't really tell if they are any worse than before but you know you've been tossed around by the tears down your cheeks and the overwhelming feeling of being close to genius?
Searching For Sugar Man....
thanks to Hola (canada) i was able to finally watch this documentary http://youtu.be/oWCoGhaS4Es
What can I say... not much... The film was deserving of all praise.
Somewhat depressing that it took this long to see it.
But so grateful for the confluence of circumstances that lead to it.
Like this quote:
He approached the work from a different place than most people do took it very very seriously, sort of like a sacrament. .... He had this kind of magical quality, that all genuine poets and artists have, to elevate things to get above the mundane, the prosaic all the bullshit all the mediocrity that is everywhere the artist, the artist is the pioneer ...
spoken by a guy that looks way too much like Gary David
But rings truer than anything.
There's something, something worthy of a million words. A long story. My story.
Some confluence of emotional resonance.
Till i figure it out more it is what it is. Life. You live as an exploiter, and exploitee or one who fights the former with whatever tools you have been given. Or you find a grey area where you slip through the cracks by luck, chance or lack of either.
Two movies tonight. Avatar (holy shit what a boring over worked, shitty plot, bad writing movie, youngest was telling me what was going to happen next with scary accuracy) yes some people love it Oooo love story... meh stupid. Then...
Then...
I start watching Searching for Sugar Man after putting the girls to bed.
should have switched it up, watched sugar man with the girls and me fall asleep watching overworked CG film.
But no, i watched Sugar Man....
and middle of one of the coldest nights i'm wide awake.
but... I'm listening to Rodriguez on youtube
and thinking...
desperately wishing for a way to convey, how i see things, to more than four or five people... but watching the poison spewed by those who reach millions... and look at why I have to think maybe not is a better measure of a life lived properly.
The detroit/michigan connection hit hard tonight. the snow everywhere in the film... the snow everywhere here...
Michigan left an indelible imprint on my soul. I showed up and couldn't wait to leave. A few years later, i'd found some of the most amazing MTB trails, found some of the best friends ever... and well left with two of the most amazing daughters in the world.
And the guilt from never going back is palpable.
Michigan. The Mitten, right in the middle of the fucking mitten. And then we've got this tapping into my brain after 28 of the snowiest days in RI maybe. It has snowed 20 of the last 28 days here. No melting. And almost no plowing.
Maybe we get some rain on Sunday. Temps though have been decreasing on a daily pace. I figure by Saturday, the forecast will be for 8-10" of snow instead of the rain posted now.
But side track.
This film.
Searching for Sugar Man. Thank you UCI/CX for teaching me about Hola and watching live stuff, and discovering that I could watch this from Canada, seeing as we're close to the -20C temp range it seems appropriate that I watched it from the neighbors up north.
I think I may have gotten to the point of saying, hey - it is late enough, what's the point of going to sleep.
But words, aren't flowing like they should, brain delving into deeper introspection, out of practice just opening up and letting it flow. For better or worse. Maybe we'll unleash a bit more, unbridle, remove a bar or two from the window and see what happens. For now, maybe we'll force some big stupid head dumbass to go to sleep by hitting publish.
leaving it with: watch Searching for Sugar Man. by whatever means is in your digital/fiscal arsenal
heddwch
G
Monday, February 02, 2015
Tahini Dressing for Kale, Carrot, and Golden Beet Salad
Snow day number 3 in less than a week. I probably could have made it in on the bike, but it was sleeting and freezing rain by the time I had finished shoveling and there wasn't anything that couldn't be rescheduled and sitting on a pile of vacation days to use, well. I didn't suit up and try to ride to work dodging plow trucks and dealing with a nice coating of ice.
So I took a nap instead (okay more or less shoveled and then got horizontal in bed while the coffee kept me from fully dozing off).Got up and well, for some reason I thought a tahini dressing over a Kale salad sounded perfect for lunch on a house bound snow day.
I don't usually (haven't ever) made a Tahini dressing but a million years ago the Antique Sandiwch Company in Tacoma was a place we spend lots of time. Step-father was either teaching classes in the rooms upstairs, or they were performing on stage. Or we were in between this place or that and would stop there for lunch. Everytime, same thing: Hot ham and cheese on wheat bread. A mountain on thinly sliced ham covered in rich melty tillamook cheddar cheese. The sandwiches all came with a side salad and an amazing thick and flavorfull tahini dressing.
That is one of my happiest emotional meals of my childhood. One of the most memorable.
I made some hot salad to go with dinner last night. Half green kale, half swiss chard, sauteed in olive oil, with some shoyu sauce and balsalmic vinegar. That's it. Incredibly simple, perfect balance and everyone devoured it.
I still had a large bunch of Kale, and the girls love getting the Seven Stars Bakery Kale salad, and so maybe I will make my own take. Rather than use my normal dressing I kind of multi-thread brainstormed and wound up thinking a Tahini Dressing would be pretty amazing paired with Kale.
And with the massaged (with a bit of salt to break it down a bit) Kale I decided to use the poor man's mandolin (veggie peeler) and create ribbons of carrots and golden beets to add color, texture and flavor to the salad. My 10 year old was very excited about this meal just hearing what I was putting in it.
Topped with some sliced almonds and sunflower seeds, the salad was both delicious and filling.
Okay, the Dressing. Everyone knows I like to make stuff from scratch. Canned pasta sauces are an offense in my book, inexcusable. And yes I know, lots of people use them and don't care. Salad dressings too. Who makes their own? Not enough people do honestly. It is so simple.
Get a jar with a lid. put the vinegar/water/herbs/spices/salt in first, lid and shake to mix. Then add the oil based (or just oil) (doubling or just a bit more than 2x as much of vinegar mix), put the lid back on and shake. With a simple mustard vinegrette if you get the powdered mustard in there it will stay emulsified perfectly. Literally a very few minutes to make from ingredients most everyone has laying around (or could after the next shopping trip).
Tahini dressing.
Start with jar and lid
3 cloves garlic (we all like fresh garlic so i tend to use a bit more than some people are used to)
2 cm long small knuckle of ginger root, peeled and diced very finely
1-2 tablespoons of Shoyu Sauce
1-2 tabelspoons Organic Seasoned Rice Vinegar
1 tablespoon Apple Cider Vinegar
Some diced Cilantro
cayenne pepper
turmeric
Close lid and shake until all is well suspended and mixed.
Then, add
about 1/4-1/3 cup of Tahini
1-2 tablespoons sesame oil
Olive oil to bring oil volume up to more than double the first half volume
close lid and shake.
Finished.
Disclaimer. I did NOT measure anything. But I feel pretty confident that the ratios are close.
eat well and cook for yourself and your loved ones.
heddwch
G
Subscribe to:
Comments (Atom)
