>Honey Grilled Chicken with Garlic

>Original recipe from Cubmaster Joe, a Plurk buddy

Sauce/ marinade:
1/4 cup and 2 tablespoons butter or margarine
3 cloves garlic, chopped
1 cup honey
3 tablespoons lemon juice

12 skinless, boneless chicken breast halves

Preheat a grill for medium heat.

Melt butter in a skillet over medium heat. Add the garlic, and cook until fragrant, 1 to 2 minutes. Whisk in honey and lemon juice. Reserve half for basting, and brush the other half onto the chicken breasts.

Lightly oil the grill grate, and place chicken on the grill. Cook for 6 to 8 minutes per side, turning frequently. Baste often during the last 5 minutes. Chicken is done when the meat is firm, and juices run clear.

This was a hit. Thanks, Iron Chef Joe!

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>Onion Surprise

>Welcome to the jungle at the back of my yard! The wood piles belong to the neighbor behind us. The wildness in the foreground is ours.

We planted very little of this. Most was here fourteen years ago when we bought the house. The jungle growth is stubborn, too. We’ve cut back on the ferns – cut them out almost completely, and they still come back. In small quantities, they’re nice.

Some time in the distant past, someone put in an herb garden. The evidence remains: green onions. I call them walking onions (is that correct? help me out, readers!) because they sprout the tiny bulbs on top that eventually weigh down the stalk. Those bulbs find a home on the soil, send out roots, and start all over again in a new location – hence the “walking” moniker.

Sometimes they get rather large before I find them and harvest. They’re very determined plants – survivors in a rather unfriendly place. They’ll reach for the sun, even when surrounded by backyard jungle cover.

Once in a while I’ll realize I need a little onion for cooking and I’ll remember that I’ve neglected the “crop” back in the jungle. Then it’ll be time to dice these lovely greens and store them in jars in the freezer so I can have fresh(like) seasoning all winter long. Leave the expensive scallions in the grocery store’s produce department; we grow our own, albeit accidentally.

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>Eat in, Cook local

>My Daily Action Plan email from Going Green Today suggested, “Eat in, cook seasonal.” The focus was on preparing a dinner that highlights the flavors of local and seasonal ingredients. Requirements: local produce, a creative mind and some good seasonings.

I have ideas already: Strawberry Rhubarb bars, chicken-tomato-spinach stew, egg salad sandwiches, to name a few.

Local ingredients in Egg Salad Sandwiches:
Fresh eggs (organic, free range)
Garden lettuce
Homemade bread or local bakery buns/bread

Local ingredients in stew:
Tomatoes from Farmers’ Market (I’ll have my own later in the summer!)
Spinach from garden
Herbs from garden

Local ingredients in bars:
Strawberries from Farmers’ Market
Rhubarb from garden

Did you notice that I didn’t obsess with making every part of each dish local or organic? It would be great, but it’s not realistic in my crazy-busy life. These ideas meet the goal of eating local, put a little more nutrition into the family diet, they’re simple to make, and each one tastes good, too. The bonus was this: I made the egg salad and the bars during our rummage sale. Having something good to eat and easy to make kept us from wasting our time and money on fast food on those busy days.

If you’re interested in a personalized action plan, look to Going Green Today.

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>Sullivan’s Island: what a difference!

>When I knew I would be reading Return to Sullivan’s Island, I put in a request on paperbackswap for Sullivan’s Island, the first book in the series and Dorthea Benton Franks’ inaugural novel. I didn’t enjoy Return. With a little trepidation and more than a little curiousity, I picked up the other.

Sullivan’s Island is much, much better than its sequel.

As the title suggests, the setting is in itself a major character. The heat, the salty air, the tides, the beach — all are integral to the plot. Through the eyes of Susan, the second daughter in a large Catholic family, a rather sheltered group of siblings comes to grips with complex relationships between their kin and their neighbors. Their housekeeper is as much family as the uncle and aunt, in fact is more beloved by the children. Susan comes to grips with her conflicted past and calls on her strengths to face a murky and challenging future, one that presents surprises at every page turn.

By moving the timeline from 1999 to 1963 and back again, the author lets Susan’s story unfold with details not always possible in a pure chronological piece. These time switches are clean and clear. Each chapter is labeled, Susan’s thoughts in the present day lead logically to her memories and vice versa, and the first person perspective fills in her past to set up her reasoning in her present.

I can’t apologize for my negative review of Return to Sullivan’s Island. The book was awful. But Sullivan’s Island feels as though it were written by an entirely different author. What happened? I don’t really want an answer. I do want to recommend Sullivan’s Island as a great beach read, a story that will transport its readers from wherever they are to the hot and steamy islands of South Carolina.

No paperbacks were harmed in the making of this review. In fact, I didn’t get a complimentary copy, either. Go ahead: find it in a bookstore or on Paperbackswap. Just don’t bother with the sequel.

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>Chicken, Spinach, and Tomato Stew

>This is a repeat from last fall. I pulled it out again because we’re really busy right now (translation: not much time to cook) and the spinach is growing like crazy!

Chicken, Spinach, and Tomatoes Served with Spaghetti
2 chicken breasts (I thawed them over the dying coals after cooking on the grill)
2 tsp Dijon mustard
2 packages (8 ounces each) baby spinach, or 1 pound washed and dried fresh spinach leaves
2 cans diced tomatoes, drain liquid
small onion, thinly sliced
1/4 cup diced green pepper
herbs as desired (I used a little fresh basil and thyme)
a splash balsamic vinegar
1 lb spaghetti, or preferred pasta

Thoroughly wash spinach. Place diced chicken in the crockpot. Drop the mustard on top of the chicken. Next, add all the spinach on top of the chicken. Squash it down as needed to make it fit. The spinach will shrink in the cooking process.

Let cook for about 5-6 hours on low. About 20 minutes before serving, fill spaghetti pot with water and set to boil. Open up and drain the cans of diced tomatoes. Dump them into a skillet. Add the balsamic vinegar and onion. Saute until most of the excess liquid is gone (a few minutes). Scoop out the chicken and spinach from the crockpot and add to the tomatoes. Mix it all up and allow to simmer on low while the pasta cooks. Stir often. Add some freshly grated Parmigiano-Reggiano or Feta cheese on top.

My only question: could I do this with fewer pots and pans? One of the great advantages to using a crockpot is having fewer cooking pots to wash. I wonder if the other ingredients (onion, tomatoes, etc.) could simmer in the crockpot with the chicken and the spinach. What do you think, bloggie friends? The spinach will be ready for harvest again soon, so I’ll take your ideas and suggestions.

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>Commitments and committees

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It’s July, the time when a teacher’s thoughts turn to – committee assignments?
Last year the basic committees at my school, a high-maintenance class, and a few commitments outside of my own classroom walls filled the work well to overflowing. Day to day workload was so heavy that I could barely keep my head above water. And when a respected friend reminded me that “People who tread water eventually drown,” I knew had to rethink my priorities. How could I get my job done, manage my time well enough that I could successfully add to the success of each committee that had me on the roster, and not break down in tears at the piles of work my desk each day?
Decisions like these are both personal and professional. How much is my time worth? My boss had asked me to help write a grant, then unceremoniously dropped me from the grant writing group, then placed me back on the committee rolls. I acquiesced and participated until she merged our group with another that required major meeting time outside of the school year. I couldn’t follow through and make the summer dates, so I decided to drop off the committee rather than make a half-hearted contribution.
In public schools like mine, committee time is unpaid – uncompensated in cash or otherwise. Teachers spend generous amounts of time working beyond the contract every day and every week and every weekend. After I’ve planned my lessons, taught my students, assessed their learning and then restarted the cycle, how much additional volunteer time is really necessary? I’m still on two small and very specific project committees that actually value my talents and connections. I’m fully trained in conflict resolution and remain on the crisis response team. Frankly, that should be enough to make any principal happy.
But wait. The plot thickens. Teachers in a nearby charter school invited me to join their network as a board member. We share a philosophy of teaching by active learning and a mutual love for their exciting and specialized curriculum. Here’s an opportunity to use my skills and my knowledge to make a difference for kids – but kids outside my school and classroom.
That’s where the conflict comes in. By dropping off a school committee but joining a board for a different school, the boss may sense a conflict of interest. True or not, the perception may be that I care more for the charter than I do for my own highly-needy school community.
I respect and like my principal. In my building, however, cliques exist, bullies run rampant, and I’m at the bottom of the professional pecking order. My word doesn’t carry much weight, and neither does my work. Last year a coworker told me to “…just go with the flow.” I didn’t remind her that only dead fish go with the flow, and dead fish also stink.
On the charter board, I’m a respected outsider rather than a low-on-the-totem insider. At board meetings, I can swim upstream along with the other members rather than fight the current alone. Because of this status, I can make a real difference. My work outside the classroom will have a significant impact on students.
I think I just made my decision.

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>Garden mysteries

>On my to-do list:
Find a trellis or support for the rosebush. I tucked the little crate behind it temporarily, but it looks ridiculous and really doesn’t work. I tried a few things we already have at home and none worked, so I guess it’s time to head to Home Depot.

Now for the next mystery: what is this? I thought I planted morning glories in a nice row next to the trellis on the garage wall. Whatever this is, it’s growing in a clump and looks like beans.

I guess I’ll wait and see what happens. Beans or flowers, I’ll watch the vines grow and hope the rabbits don’t eat then before I find out what’s really growing.

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>To scare a murder of crows

>The first visitor was a rabbit. I chased it out, shored up the fence, and thought all was well. Well, that is, except for the black beans planted right next to the fence opening. They’d been nibbled to the ground.

Next, just as the black beans were showing their little leafy heads above ground again, I found a big guy nicknamed Chuck Wood napping in my garden. After he left, I shored up the chicken wire again and vowed never, never to leave the gate open overnight again. Never.

Later, in the evening of the same day that Chuck visited, I found four crows nibbling on something on or near the pepper plants. Crows! Big ones! They scolded from the next yard as I waved and shouted enough to chase them away.

All right, already!! I’ve had enough! I love wildlife as much as the next eco-warrior, but this is MY GARDEN!! It’s food for my family! It’s my contribution to the family fridge! It’s the fresh organic veggies that will keep all of us healthy as long as the produce it produces may last!

Solution? I’m trying these. Old CDs, Windows 3.11 (isn’t that concept scary in itself?), now hang in the wind. Their shiny and strange reflection may deter those wild ones who might otherwise be attracted by the green goodies growing here.

I used the inner support from an old campaign sign to place a few CDs close to the former rabbit entry.

Maybe now I can weed around the black bean plants — and they might actually come up. Haha. A gardener can dream, a gardener can always dream.

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>Critters. Darn critters.

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I was dragging the hose out toward the garden one warm and dry day when I saw movement behind the tomatoes and beans. Quick movement for an obviously large creature, it was followed by a “bang, bang” as the large furry thing crashed against the chicken wire that surrounds my vegetable plot. The wire fencing gave, then bounced back as the larger-than expected animal threw itself against the wall again and again.

Rabbit? Nope. It was one of these.

Yes, the common and destructive garden woodchuck. This one wasn’t chucking wood. I think I actually interrupted its naptime and caused a bit of panic; they’re usually more nocturnal critters that come out at dusk.

You’re dying to know how I reacted, right? I let out an OMG screech to the tune of “How did you get in there??!!” and then ran in the house to grab La Petite and a camera. By the time we got out there, it had scratched enough of a hole to slide under the fence and escape. I’m glad it got out, despite my lack of Candid Camera documentation. Those teeth were big!

My next challenge is this: shore up the fencing. I think it got in when I forgot to close the gate overnight. Now it’s time to make sure I close the gate (yeah, yeah, yeah) and make sure this enormous rodent (bigger than my bunny Buttercup!!) never finds an entrance again. Begone, Furball!!

The real ones are not this cute, believe me.

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>Garden mistakes and the courage to solve them

>The road to you-know–where is paved with good intentions. In the case of my garden’s Bunny Food section, my good intentions ended up with too little “pavement.” I reuse boards from an old fence and old deck to create stepping stone style walkways. In my quest to plant more in the existing space, I made the walkways too small. That’s the bad news.

The good news is also bad news. I planted two kinds of spinach, but only one came up. See the space between the parsley and the spinach? Weeds and two too-small boards, that’s all. the good news is that left me space to put down a wider walkway. I pulled out the boards that held back the raised beds and placed them over the weeds and dirt.

Now I have more room to walk, more room to kneel while harvesting or weeding, and I don’t have to weed or water the portion under the boards. The boards themselves will keep the bad seeds down. Next year I’ll know better. For now, change is good. Parsley on the left, spinach on the right, stepping “stones” in the middle: it works for me!

Next on the to-do list: harvest lettuce. Salads, tacos, bunny food, or all three?

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