A Woman’s Car

Was it Erma Bombeck? I think she was the one who proclaimed that a woman’s car is an extension of her purse. I was driving La Petite’s car for a few days, and it was definitely Her Car, not mine.

Sunglasses in the Saturn!

Sunglasses in the Saturn!

It seems a photographer in her twenties must have available at all times a suitable selection of sunglasses. So – will it work for me?

One!

One!

Two!

Two!

Three!

Three!

And one more —

Last pair, maybe

Last pair, maybe

I asked if she needed any of these. Her response was classic. “No, it’s okay, I have spares.”

Saturn sunglasses mine

Ah, yes. My very own sunglasses are still the best for me.

But I do kind of like the bobblehead bunny in the back.

Bunny!

Bunny!

Maybe my minivan needs a bunny. What do you think?

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Gratitude – or – A Port in the Post-Storm Mayhem

In the wee hours of Wednesday morning, lightning flashed and thunder boomed and winds blew and blew and blew – for about twenty minutes.

Twenty minutes. Mother Nature is a powerful force when she so chooses.

With electricity out and trees and wires down all over, we coped. We did what Wisconsinites do when bad weather hits. We don’t go it alone, either.

During this power outage I am grateful for:

  • Neighbors.
  • Friends.
  • Family.
  • A charcoal grill & a husband who is a Master Chef.
  • Garden lettuce & spinach for a makeshift salad
  • A borrowed generator.
  • Cell phone charger in the minivan.
  • A mini reading light.
  • A farmers’ market that went on as scheduled.
  • A breeze.
  • Ice in big bags
  • Running water.
  • Hot running water.

As power returned to some areas in our fair city, there were examples of generosity.

The corner gas station gave away free coffee all day.

The Red Cross set up shelters in schools, and set up their own building (near my neighborhood) as a way station with sandwiches, bags of ice, bottles of water, cell phone chargers, and moral support.

What have I forgotten? Please add to the list. What do you value most in a crisis?

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We’re Back On Grid!

Were you worried about me, readers? That’s sweet of you. I planned to be back online Sunday or Monday, but life took over. Here’s a quick summary.

  • Weekend – we were out of town with Amigo
  • Monday – recovering, hardly any time to go online.
  • Tuesday – drove to and from Lake Geneva to deliver bunnies to La Petite
  • Wednesday – no power. Major storm overnight knocked out much of the city and more. Bad craziness. Expect pictures and posts later. 
  • Thursday – no power until 2 PM
  • Friday (that’s tomorrow) – picking up Amigo from camp in Janesville, will be on the road all day. 
I think I’ve accumulated enough pictures and stories for at least a week of posts!
We have power now. I hope it lasts.

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Carrying Capacity

Yesterday, I introduced you to this bag.

Made from recycled plastic water bottles

Made from recycled plastic water bottles

I use it for berries and other potentially messy purchases. When it’s time to harvest from my own backyard, I need containers, too.

Lettuce! For people and rabbits!

Lettuce! For people and rabbits!

I bought the basket from a rummage sale for $1. My intention is to use it for a planter, but until I do, it’s the perfect size for harvesting the latest in lettuces. That’s a lot of lettuce; I see chef’s salads in our future. And BLTs. And maybe taco salad. And – happy bunnies.

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To Market, to Market, with all the right bags

The smaller midweek market has been growing as of late. In this display, you can see two kinds of beans (purple and yellow), two berries (blue and rasp), and lots of cucumbers waiting to be pickled. There’s more, but those are the highlights.

Food stuffs, midweek market style

Food stuffs, midweek market style

Despite the view from the deck railing, I do use cloth bags and reuse plastic. My favorite vendors recognize me and know I’ll hand them a bag for reuse.

Reuse. I reuse a lot of bags.

Reuse. I reuse a lot of bags.

At the Saturday market, the one that takes up most of our town’s main avenue, we bring cloth bags and the bag on wheels. The shiny bag in front is made from recycled plastic water bottles. I like it for berries and other messy purchases because it’s easy to clean.

It was only $0.99, too.

It only cost me $0.99, too.

Ah, the marketplace. I go through withdrawal when the major farm markets are done in October. Then I start reaching into the shelves and serving the foods we’ve put up, and all is well in the O.K. Chorale kitchen.

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Vote with Intelligence

Readers; do you remember Grandma Daisy? She contributed to the blog as part of the Voter’s Voice series. Grandma Daisy’s voice gave Compost Happens a different perspective: the perspective of looking back in time, viewing events with the advantage of 20/20 hindsight. Well, folks, take yourselves back to the future and look at the creativity of Wisconsin citizens and the reaction from the top.

Oh, grandkiddos, you might remember that in the recall election of 2012, Governor Walker’s supporters weren’t exactly showing their best sides. Campaign signs spelled governor with an -er, as if the voters either didn’t know the difference or didn’t care. 

You might also remember the Overpass Light Brigade and the Solidarity Singers. Walker had money on his side, so his opponents invested in creativity and time. Both the OLB and the Singers continued their activity after the election. They publicized issues in non-violent methods designed to get attention rather than cause trouble. 

The Governor and his security detail didn’t see it that way. The Solidarity Singers sang protest songs in the Capitol rotunda every weekday at noon. The Capitol Police, acting on a hastily-made policy requiring permits for any public gathering, began making arrests and issuing tickets. For singing, you say? I hear you, children. Singing in the rotunda was now a crime. 

The tactic backfired, of course. Instead of discouraging protesters, the aggressive action encouraged more people to show up and make noise, er, music. The Solidarity Singers stood up for their first amendment rights to free speech and the peaceably assemble. They knew that the greater number of arrests simply meant more PR for their actions and their issues. 

As you might expect, young ‘uns, there were naysayers. There were folks who showed up just to watch the handcuffs go on and to poke fun at the so-called musical mayhem. You might not be surprised, I dare say, that some of the naysayers were in the same category as those who displayed error-filled yard signs.

Who?

Who?

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Pantry Raids! Creative use of leftovers

We’re fairly efficient in the O.K. Chorale kitchen. We make planned-overs and we use leftovers well. After watching an episode of “Chopped” with a theme ingredient of none other than leftovers, I’m inspired to share a recent pantry raid. Leftover grilled bratwurst: no buns, no problem. Pull up a few of the huge walking onions and chop up the bulbs.

Leftover brats + onion bulbs

Leftover brats + onion bulbs

Next, slice leftover corn off the cob. Mix in the corn along with leftover green beans and asparagus.

Stir Fry a la Leftovers

Stir Fry a la Leftovers

A side dish comes from the freezer and the last jar of applesauce. Cherry mush leftover from a cherry compote drink (tart cherries, a local crop) mixed with my own applesauce yielded a tasty local fruit sauce.

Apple Cherry Sauce

Apple Cherry Sauce

How productive was this meal? How creative?

  • used up two leftover vegetable dishes
  • opened the last jar of applesauce just in time to get excited about the new batch
  • used up two grilled brats
  • validated my instinct to save the cherry mush!

Not bad – not bad at all. By the way, that pot behind the cherry apple sauce? It’s a shrimp stock in progress: shrimp tails & shells with the naked corn cob (see above for the kernels) boiled with some extra green onion. My soup stocks are never the same twice, but they’re always tasty.

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Can do, Cans in Blue

'Tis the season!

‘Tis the season!

‘Tis the season for the canning and jars to catch up with each other. See the middle shelf: the foods in the middle are all that remains from last summer’s canning. In fact, since I took this picture, we’ve brought up the last applesauce and one jar of dill pickles.

Eventually, as time goes on, as the basement cleaning and drying and refinishing goes on, Chuck will move his model train gear into the far room and I will have more space for my canning equipment. I like the shelves pictured for food storage; the glass fronts are handy. For now, though, the full jars are competing for space with those that are empty.

Speaking of jars, have you seen the new retro blue jars? (New retro – that must be an oxymoron. Neo-blue jars?) Petunia brought over a pack, and I tried them out.

Blue jars, smiling at me

Blue jars, smiling at me

  • Top row: blue jar, empty
  • Middle row, left to right: sweet bread & butter pickles, regular jar, blue jar
  • Front row, left to right: 1/2 pint jars, regular glass, pickles and rhubarb BBQ sauce

For my next trick, I’ll choose just the right foods to can in the blue jars. There must be a song in this, somewhere. Am I blue…am I blue…

 

 

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Being a Princess – what does it mean?

When a three year old girl announces she wants to be a princess when she grows up, what is the family to think?

Princesses wear pretty dresses and shoes. Maybe she could be an actress or musician with an endless wardrobe.

A princess might become fashion icons. Wherever she goes, the world watches to see what she wears. Then the tabloid journalism world decides whether the real people in the world should like what the princess is wearing. At that point, the marketers step in. Could this little girl become a fashion designer or marketer some day?

A princess’ life has very little privacy. While Kate, Duchess of Cambridge, labored to give birth to her first child (the royal heir, no less), media gathered outside the hospital to report the progress. At three, a young princess wannabe certainly won’t be thinking of her own progeny – we hope.

Princesses in fairy tales have servants, human or animal, to clean up and cook and sew their clothing. Princesses in real life? Let’s just say this preschool princess should learn to take care of herself, just in case.

In some stories, the princess saves the world by using her courage and intellect. Her Royal Highness has a High IQ and High Creative Talents rather than just a royal family tree.

Upon close examination, the popular Disney Princesses turn out to be more than fictional characters…. more and also less. Technically, Disney Princess is a marketing term, a media ploy on the part of a corporate consumer products department head. Since each Disney Princess was a star or costar of a Disney movie, the franchise calls them heroines, but let’s be honest. Some are strong women worthy of the heroine label, and some are more victims waiting for a dramatic (and hunky) rescuer.

So now we’re back at the top of the page: what’s a princess? What does she do? Wear? Say? Think? Where does a young woman go to college to earn a Royal Degree?

If you’re a three year old, what does the role of Princess entail?

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What to do On a Cool Saturday

On a cool Saturday, when the heat wave finally broke, Chuck had a weather headache. He toughed it out and accompanied me to the Farmers’ Market anyway. What did we buy, you ask? Readers, you’re way ahead of me. Of course I took a picture of the goods!

To Market, To Market

To Market, To Market

The most important pieces in the picture are the peas falling all over the center and the cucumbers on the right. It’s time to freeze more peas and make pickles!

Peas! Peas!

Peas! Peas!

As long as I was prepping peas and pickles, I pulled a few bulbs. Remember the magnificent walking onions? They produced some decent bulbs, too. I yanked these from the ground, cleaned them up, diced them, and added them to a batch of sweet bread & butter pickles.

These onions were made for walking

These onions were made for walking.

To summarize, I spent much of Saturday sitting on the deck doing food preparation. The breeze was wonderful, I felt productive, and the pickles were (and still are) delicious.

 

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