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March 3, 2009

Borscht

Filed under: food — osteoderm @ 9:50 am

Every eastern European cultural group has their own way of making this soup. Even within the Doukhobor half of my family, there’s a few different versions. My Baba’s borscht, for instance, is lighter on beets, heavier on cabbage, and somewhat lighter overall. My father’s borscht has usually been darker and heavier on the greens, making use of whatever leaves are at hand. Ideally, borscht is a simple simple soup, relying on just a few good ingredients and minimal seasonings; not unlike a great potato-leek soup in this respect. This is my version:

    1 pound butter
    6-8 lg beets, with greens
    2 bunches Swiss chard
    1 small head white cabbage
    2 quarts veggie or chicken stock
    2 quarts water
    1 lg bunch fresh dill

Trim, peel, and medium dice the beets. Wash and cut the beet stems into a similar size. Wash and thinly slice the beet greens. Ditto for the chard. Core and thinly slice the cabbage. Finely chop the dill, stems and all, removing any woody bits.
Melt the whole block of butter in a large pot. Add beets and dill with a pinch of salt. Once they get going over medium heat, add the cabbage. Get things bubbling again, then in with the beet and chard stems. Once everything is wonderful and red, add the stock. Return to temperature, the in with the beet and chard greens. Add water to cover all the solids with a couple inches of liquid. Cover, reduce heat, and simmer without boiling for at least an hour.
I cook it until the beets themselves begin to lose colour, but are still firm.
Like most soups, this almost always seems best the next day, but eat it up straight away if need be; shallow bowl, dollop of sour cream, and a healthy chunk of crusty rye. Yum!
This soup is very leafy and stewy… for fun, take the next day’s refrigerated leftovers and have at ’em with a food processor or sturdy hand blender; the resulting creamed soup is almost a whole different recipe.
Yes, yes, the butter at the top of the bowl in the fridge the next morning is a little scary, but forget the diet and play the hardy peasant for a day; you won’t regret it.

February 20, 2009

lunchcake

Filed under: food — osteoderm @ 6:37 pm

Made a cake last night to take to Friday Lunch. It was a pretty big hit, especially considering as I had no idea what I was doing, and had no recipe to follow.
As I recall, here’s about how it came together:

    1 can-sized can of pumpkin glorp.
    Cinnamon
    Nutmeg
    Cloves
    1/2 cup or so sugar
    1/4 cup or so maple syrup
    A couple hard shakes of salt
    Not quite a teaspoon of baking soda. Or powder.

And: Some flour. Really no idea here… I just added flour to the wet mix bit by bit until I got a cake-battery consistency.

Baked in a buttered/floured pan, probably too large (made for a thin cake) for 375 degrees until done.

Cool, then slice in half and fill with a cup or so of tapioca custard. I doctored the custard with a 1/2 cup or so of cream cheese, softened and stirred into the hot custard.

It was yummy.

February 19, 2009

Perhaps fatness is best after all

Filed under: rants — osteoderm @ 4:49 pm

So today was to be the big day, the first day of my all-new super-motivated post-vacation fitness regime.
After work, I rode down to the gym at the Marriot, a gym known for being largely unknown and non-intimidating, perfect for newbie me.
The first sign of wrongness was the giant banner in the hotel foyer: “Welcome Atlantic 10 Conference!” Now, as a western Canadian non-jock, I should have no idea what this means, except that it sounds somehow eastern American jockish.
And yep, instead of the usual nearly-abandoned gym and pool complex, I found myself swarmed by lycra-clad name-branded college athletes and their coaches. Running drills in the parking lot, stretching en masse in the foyer, packing gym… Getting changed, I was sure a spontaneous frat-boy towel-fight was was bound to break out in the locker room.
I tried my best to block it out, and staked out a space in the quietest corner of the gym. At this point I really have no idea what I’m ding, just trying to recall old workouts from long ago; upper back and shoulders, rotator cuff; high reps, low weight, literally squeezing my eyes shut to try and block out the horde of elite gym-monkeys around me.
Three sets in, and I was asked to leave; “inappropriate footwear”, but I’m fairly certain the staff was simply embarrassed to have a clearly un-fit person in their midst.
I want to be fitter, and work towards it, I really do. I just don’t know if my motivation is strong enough to get through this ridiculous shit.

February 18, 2009

highschool forever

Filed under: learning,philosophy — osteoderm @ 6:40 pm

Around 8 years of age, I made a sort of vow to myself, a commitment to never forget what it was like to be a kid. To this day, I feel like I’ve been pretty successful at keeping that commitment, although the end result of such has both changed me and been changed by me over the years.
Maybe it all lies in the subtle difference between “always remembering” and “never forgetting”.
Either way, I’ve been a little kid for a very long time. Sometimes that holds my adult self back. On the other hand, sometimes -oftentimes- a pervasive childlike wonder and emotional/creative openness has made for much beautiful and interesting life experience.
Part of the inception of this commitment has always been the feeling that the “grown ups” had all really lost touch with their child-selves, and parallel to my own adult experience has been the feeling that all too many of my contemporaries have done just that.
But, whoa, let me fast-forward to the now.
So many of the interpersonal conflicts I’ve witnessed in my life and in the lives of my peers over these last few “grown-up” years suddenly seem -to me, anyways- to come straight out of highschool. With that, the realization that the grown-ups, me included, haven’t really been growing up that much after all; that we’re each mainly still the kids we were, 15-20 years old, with all our adult fears and foibles rooted in highschool, forever.
Only in this last year or so have I -surprisingly- caught myself stepping away or aside from some of my self-imposed commitment. Maybe it’s been the ol’ “Adventure At Sea” syndrome, or just enough perspective on my past. Either way, I’m surprising myself with how I deal with those parts of my life that would previously had my highschool self on the ropes or out the door. Maybe.
Right now, it’s time to go clean my room. 😉

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