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Some amazing recipes July 31, 2007

Filed under: Anecdotal — ladyrebecca @ 1:48 pm

I’ve started a new preschool “program” with our daughter. It’s called “Letter of the Week Preparatory Curriculum” or something like that. The basic premise is this: I introduce a new letter every week and all of our activities are based on that letter. We add animal crackers. We make apple juice and read about apple pies. We study antelope and astronauts. It’s a lot of fun.

So last week was “I”. I had a hard time finding snacks that started with “I” so I made food from different countries. We had Italian on Monday, Israeli food on Tuesday, and on Wednesday, we had Indian food. Wednesday’s dinner may have been the best food I’ve ever made—certainly the best in a long time.

I made Chicken Curry, rice, and Naan, plain and garlic. It was so amazingly good. I don’t know if we were just craving Indian or what but it was nearly…well, let’s just say that we are glad we don’t share a wall with our neighbors or they may have been confused.

I don’t know if it’s eating bread with the meal or what but Indian food fills me up better than anything else. I had a single serving of the curry and rice and about one garlic naan and I was full. Almost over full, much to my taste buds’ disappointment. I can’t find any of the ingredients I need to expand my Indian cooking reproitre locally (except for curry powder and fennel seed) so I am going to have to make an order online. Probably going to have to spend about fifty dollars on spices and shipping. Black peppercorns and garlic are about the only conventional spices they use.

Well, I will post more as I experiement but in the meantime, here’s the recipes I used. They are amazing.

Chicken Curry

1 T olive oil

1 medium onion, chopped

1 boneless, skinless chicken breast, cut into 2-inch chunks

2 T butter

2 T curry powder

1 clove garlic, minced

1 C canned coconut milk

½ C golden raisins (if desired)

  1. Heat oil in a large frying pan over high heat. Add the chopped onions and chicken and cook for 5 minutes or until the chicken is browned on all sides.

  2. Place chicken and onions in a bowl. Wipe out leftover oil with a paper towel.

  3. Melt butter in the frying pan over low heat. Add the curry powder and garlic and cook for 3 minutes.

  4. Stir in the coconut milk and raisins (if desired). Return the chicken and onions to the pan, cover and simmer for 25 minutes. Serve over rice.

Serves: 4 curry lovers

If you like, add ½ C frozen peas just before it’s done simmering.

If you don’t have canned coconut milk, you can substitute chicken broth or milk, plain yogurt or applesauce.

Naan

4 C all-purpose flour

1 t baking powder

½ t baking soda

salt to taste

1 egg, beaten

6 T plain yogurt

3 T butter or ghee, melted (ghee is clarified butter. I used butter and it was a little runny and looked greasy. Tasted great but it didn’t look like the picture)

About 1 C milk

Garlic–if desired

1 T poppy seeds, parsley, chives, or some other “decorative” herb type thing

  1. Sift together flour, baking powder, baking soda, and salt into a medium mixing bowl.

  2. Stir in egg, yogurt, and 2 T melted butter. Gradually stir in enough milk to make a soft dough.

  3. Cover bowl with a damp cloth and put in a warm place 2 hours.

  4. Preheat oven to 400 degrees F. Knead dough on a lightly floured surface for 2 to 3 minutes until smooth, then divide dough into 8 pieces.

  5. If desired, knead a diced/minced clove of garlic into each piece. Roll each piece into a ball, then roll out to make ovals about 6 inches long, pulling ends to stretch dough into shape.

  6. Brush ovals with water and place wet side down on greased baking sheets.

  7. Brush dry side with melted butter and sprinkle with chosen decorative thingy. Bake 8 to 10 minutes, until puffy and golden brown.

    Alternatively: bake for 8 to 10 min
    utes and then brush with butter and sprinkle with pretties.

Makes: 8

 

My fight or A Bloodless Revolution in 6 easy steps July 28, 2007

Filed under: Anecdotal — ladyrebecca @ 4:47 pm

This was written by a good friend of mine, one I.W….

I spoke of the abuses of power of but a few corporations. I only know what I know, and I know only what I have searched out. I am sure that between every pile of gold and every great dragon is soft underbelly. How do you, a single person, respond to the machinations of an ubiquitous group of sociopathic, megalomaniacal plutocrats? They have everything. They keep the governments of the free world in their back pockets. They have the law, the layers, the guns and the papers. They own the TV networks and the magazines. Everything you need and everything you buy comes from them. The farmer can make no money unless ConAgra buys his grain. And you will have no baked goods if you don’t buy from ConAgra.

They want don’t sell products. They sell you to the people who sell advertising. I looked up who owns my local paper. The owner is called the McClatchy Co. They’re the 2nd largest media group in the world. Aside from their many TV stations, radio stations, and a partnership with Yahoo.com, they own hundreds of papers. On their website, under the name of my paper is a little bit of me and my neighbors. It tells the average income, racial demographics, local stores, and barometers of attitude and inclination. The stores, the restaurants, and businesses which the paper advertises; these are not the products that the McClatchy Co. sells. I am the product which they sell to the stores, restaurants, and businesses.

They want to stay invisible, because as long as they are invisible you believe the illusion of choice which they have created for you. (Example: You don’t have hundreds of choices for your coffee. You have three: Nestle, Kraft, and Sara Lee.) Many companies spend more on the illusion of their product than they spend on the product. Coke and Pepsi, for instance spend around 50% of their net revenue on advertising. TV is called programming for a reason. Every commercial you see tells you one simple thing: you need this. And you don’t. I don’t. We have 30 brands averaging 16 products per brand for shampoo alone. Thats 480 possible ways to wash your hair. Who the hell needs 480 ways to wash hair.

I can almost hear the half formed thoughts already escaping the lips. Thats the American way! What do you want? Some sort of planned economy? Do you want to live in a gulag? Market control never works. Blah, blah, blah! Ignorant bias! Angry words! Grrrrrrrr! Total lack of independent thinking! I don’t know any history! Mooooooo! Moooo? Moooo! MOOOO! Hang in there, the answer is forth coming.

The companies make money by exploiting individuals, one rube at time. Therein lies key to fighting them. Be the change you want to see. The companies exploit. Do you know the opposite of exploitation? Partnership. Do you know the opposite of centralization? Localization. All we have to do fight the bloated plutocracy is…

1. Remove yourself from mass media streams. (Stop watching your stupid TV.) This denies yourself to the greatest centralized manipulator out there.

2. Stop being exploited. (Quit your pointless job.)

3. Start your own businesses.

4. Stop exploiting. (Don’t be a greedy bastard.) Don’t hire employees to wage slave for you. Get partners.

5. Develop capital and loan only too startup proprietorships that partner instead of exploit. (Again, don’t be a greedy bastard.)

6. Use surplus money to be free (Do whatever the heck you enjoy.) and to help others be free (Support local self sustainability: self defense, homeschooling (self education), and other cooperative businesses, in that order.

If a mere 10% of the population does this, Wal-Mart will not be able to sell 480 shampoos, not because of some stupid law, but because no one will buy their useless crap. More people will ride bikes and less will contribute to the SUV menace. Less people will be on welfare. Less companies will be on welfare.

I know man has a sin nature. I know that no person or thing can make a utopia, but its closer! Does the fact that you can’t reach the stars from a summit mean you shouldn’t bother to climb the mountain? Of course not! MegaCorps are evil. The cowards may go hide in Montanan if they wish, but the fight can be won. Like all things worth having it comes at great personal cost. That the point. We are in the mess we are in because people are afraid of hard work either of the body or the mind. But “They” can be fought. It simply takes virtue, courage, dedication, duty, and compassion.

 

*sigh* July 18, 2007

Filed under: Anecdotal — ladyrebecca @ 8:51 am
So I feel like I should write something but in reality I need to make supper (at least get it marinating), make some pasta for lunch, go have lunch with this handsome Airman, run errands with said handsome Airman, all while maintaining the high level of cleanliness we are currently pursuing for our home.

So I really should be doing those things. But I’m not.

Yesterday a friend of my husband’s friend committed suicide very publicly. For some reason it’s really gotten to me. I just can’t imagine never feeling the sun’s warmth on my face again. Or never again hearing the waves crash on the beach. Or never feeling little arms hug my neck. The darkness and despair that must plague one before they take such action must be beyond description. I couldn’t sleep last night. I just kept playing it through my head over and over again, trying to imagine what must have gone through his mind as he went to work that morning. Did he plan to do it that day? Did he lock his apartment knowing he’d never go back? Did he park illegally, knowing he’d never have to pay the ticket? Did he arrange for someone to feed his fish? What will his mom say when they tell her? Will she ever recover?

*sigh*

Sorry this is such a downer. It’s just bothering me. I didn’t even know the guy. I don’t know the guy who knew him very well. My husband’s not very upset. For some reason, I can’t get it out of my head. It just swirls there, rolling over and over, forcing me to look at it from every angle.

*sigh*

Well, I guess I can think of one good thing from this. I am most definitely not suicidal. As I lay in bed last night, I thought of all the things I have that make life worth living and I realized that I have a great life. My family is healthy. I am healthy. I have a loving husband and we are partners in life. I have a beautiful daughter who is smart and mostly obedient. There is beauty in the earth and in the heavens and in the seas. There is beauty in literature and in film and in music. There is freedom. There is life…life so abundant I feel sometimes as though I will burst with it. So much life…
 

I’m a Real Commuter! July 13, 2007

Filed under: Anecdotal — ladyrebecca @ 7:10 am

Well, as of about 8:30 this morning, I am a real bicycle commuter. I biffed it big time.

I was riding along on the road, which was getting a bit busy, being a weekday morning. I threw my chain, pulled over, fixed it and headed back into the fray. I rode along happily, enjoying the coolness of the morning. I slowed a bit for a turning car and then stood on the pedals to regain my speed. Just as I was reaching a nice cruising speed my chain slips off again. Well, this wouldn’t have been a big deal except the chain threw just as I was putting my full weight onto my right foot, resulting in me throwing myself quite energetically from my bike. I landed on my right shoulder, elbow, and hip. Probably hit my head but that’s what helmets are for so I don’t really know. Luckily, the car behind me was able to stop without plowing into me. The female driver even had the grace to not looked pissed that I made her stop in the middle of the street. So I pushed my bike into the shade, straightened the handlebars and walked home.

By the time I got home, my arm was shaking and to be totally honest, hurt a lot. I hopped into the shower, rinsed the road grime off and took a picture to share with my loving family and friends. So, send me flowers and chocolate.

I feel I have joined the ranks of true bicyclists everywhere. (And if there are any real bicyclists out there please don’t tell me differently.

 

New goings on with the Family July 11, 2007

Filed under: Anecdotal — ladyrebecca @ 4:57 am

Last Thursday started out innocently enough. We woke up, I rode my bike to the gym…and then it began to turn sinister. On the way there, I blew a tire. Luckily, I was about 200 feet from the door so it wasn’t that big of a deal for the way there. However, we don’t have a local number. So a business which has no long distance capabilities (or at least doesn’t want to share them with me) makes it very difficult to call one’s husband for a ride home. Medium length story short, I borrow someone’s cell phone and call my husband and we buy a tube for the bike and it’s all good.

So we thought.

As most of you know, our blue Ford wagon was a P.O.S. (Read Our Journey to California (by the way, it’s really long) if you need reminding.) So last Thursday (this being Wednesday) our car took a nose dive. I was driving (naturally) and as I accelerated from a stop light, there was a bang, a disconcerting flopping nose, a lot of unpleasant squealing and loss of power steering. I pull over into a nice little housing community and turn the car off. My husband pops the hood and I see him swear under his breath. I look into the black chasm of horrible misshapenness which is our engine compartment and swear under my breath as well.

Our serpentine belt is half gone. As in, it’s supposed to be about 1 1/2 inches wide and now it’s only 3/4 an inch wide. That’s a problem, but not “the” problem. A piece of wiring harness has also joined the fray, and is wrapped around the belt tensioner pulley…and on fire. Well, it wasn’t so much on fire as it had been on fire and was now just smoldering. For those of you who don’t know and for those of you who don’t believe that one car can suck so much, the belt tensioner is not metal. It’s fiberglass reinforced plastic. When it catches on fire, it melts. And a belt that is on it will melt into it as well. So there is no salvaging the half a belt which is left. We have to pull the whole thing off. We are able to get the wires enough out of the way so as not to start any more fires. (The wires were for the Anti-Lock Brake Tester…not an essential part.)

So we now have no power steering, no air (a big deal in the South at 1:30 in the afternoon), and most importantly to the next part of the story, no water pump. We get it about half way to the parts store (conveniently on the way home) and the car begins to overheat. We pull into the parking lot of O’Reilly’s amid the scent of burning anti-freeze, one of the worst smells man ever created, and a cloud of steam and smoke. We go in and ask if they have a serp belt and an idler pulley. You may have noticed that before I said it was a tensioner and we asked for an idler…this becomes important shortly. They have both…another huge blessing. We were planning a day out so we pour our three bottles of water into the radiator but it doesn’t really make a dent in the emptiness. So my husband starts back in to buy some coolant. A generous woman in the vehicle next to us offers us the remainder of a jug she has in her car. It’s enough, so he starts to put the cap back on when she hollers, “It’ pouring out the bottom!” We look and sure enough, we are leaking anti-freeze from our radiator.

Now, I am no car expert. But the serp belt being damaged should not break your radiator. So we decide that the parking lot is not the best place to diagnose this bucket of bolts so we thank her profusely for her generosity and “hurry” home, again pulling to a stop amid stench and a cloud of smoke.

Oh, an important part of the story. This all begins about 1:30 pm and we are supposed to pick up a friend at 4:30 and then take her home at the end of the evening–probably late. We have been looking forward to getting together with her for the better part of a week and do not want to cancel. So speed and efficiency are the words of the day.

My husband begins tearing into the car while I start tearing into my bike. If we are going to be out a car, we really need both bikes functioning, especially the one which can pull the trailer. He gets the offending pulley off and compares it to the pulley we just bought. Naturally, it’s the wrong one. We needed a tensioner pulley, but we asked for and received an idler pulley. They are different enough to matter.

So I head off on my husband’s bike to the parts store (less than a mile away) to get the correct part. I hustle back home and surprise my husband with my speed and…well speed I guess. So now that I’m literally covered in sweat, he has me holding this wrench, which is smooth metal. This wouldn’t be that bad except that if I slip, he might lose a finger. No pressure.

It all goes back together without any real hiccups. The radiator definitely leaks for unknown reasons. The tensioner pulley assembly seems to be bent but we don’t know if that new or if it’s always been like that. The power steering pump still squeals and we don’t really know why. But it runs and we even have time to shower before picking up our friend.

So, skip forward a couple of days. We’ve been adding water and power steering fluid. The power steering fluid is not only leaking out, it’s also laced with oil and anti-freeze. Not good. It squeals continually now and is beginning to fail. The radiator still leaks and we don’t know why. My husband gets under the car and finds a strange piece of metal that apparently was flung up from the road into the general belt area. This metal piece not only caused the belt breakage (we assume) it seems to have also shredded the CV boot. (I think that’s what it was. Whatever boot protects the half shaft) The wrenching of the belt seems to have pulled the power steering pump away from the radiator, or something, breaking both. The tensioner is definitely crooked, as the belt is already beginning to fray. Of course, everything is coated in oil, coolant, and power steering fluid so it slips and squeals.

We are not happy. We have to have a vehicle so we can evacuate if ordered to do so. We really have to have a dependable vehicle. So we start pricing “new” cars (Certified Used). We find one car which has the features we want (meaning, no features at all.) Manual transmission, small, decent mileage (compared to everything but a Metro), manual locks, manual windows, manual mirrors, A/C (it’s the South), and less than forty thousand miles. They are asking $8000 and it blue books at $9600. A 2005 Chevy Aveo.

We call the bank and get approved for a loan. (Our bank rocks. Everything else about the Air Force might suck but the bank we are eligible to use is fricking amazing. We made a half hour phone call and two days later, got a check in the mail.) We call the dealership and make an appointment to come look at it (it’s 100 miles away so we have no intention of just looking). We leave right after work, eat one last meal in our crappy car and limp it to the dealer.

We get $250 off from an Internet “coupon” we printed and they gave us $250 for our car. We feel we got a good deal. At least they didn’t make us pay them to dispose of it for us. We were just glad we didn’t have to drive the blue hole of blackness any further.

So now we have a “new” car. It’s wonderful. It even has an after market CD player and very nice speakers. The best we’ve ever had in a car. So, we’ve increased our debt, big bummer, but we’ve increased our ability to build credit and we have a car with a warranty. WHEE! And it’s red…well, maroon but it’s still red. Oh, and we have full coverage insurance. It only increased our premium by $200 a year. I don’t know if that’s normal or if we just have the best insurance company i
n the world (also through our bank) but it’s great.

So that’s our story. No more Ford’s for this family. (Sorry, Aunt Nana, I know you are going to miss the blue beast.)

Oh, and we ran the numbers. We’ve spent, on average, about $2000 a year on our vehicles, not including gas and regular service. $2000 on purchase price and repair. So if this car last us five years we will have saved money. We’ve got another 65,000 miles on the power train warranty. And it gets double the gas mileage that the Ford got. I know “they”, whomever “they” are, say it’s cheaper to keep a used car running than to replace it with a new one, but I think they mean, a fairly nice used car vs. a brand new car of equal size/amenities. I don’t know. We will see.

Click here for more pictures of our little car…

 

Bikes July 1, 2007

Filed under: Anecdotal — ladyrebecca @ 6:54 pm

Well, I feel I’ve crossed a milestone in the bicycle commuter world. I have worn out a pedal and a seat. Now, you could say that I bought a Wal-Mart piece of crap. You could say that I am 60 pounds overweight so who’s surprised that my seat broke. You could say those things but I am choosing to say that I have ridden enough to wear these things out.

And I have. My daughter and I (I riding and she in a pull behind trailer-which sucks) go to the library once a week (2 miles round trip), the grocery store twice a week (6 miles round trip), and I ride to the gym three times a week (4 miles round trip). Daughter and I are also known to go to the other grocery store (4 miles), the other library (6 miles), and sometimes the whole family will go somewhere as well (although then I usually ride my husband’s bike so he can pull the trailer). I also ride around our block a number of times a week with my daughter riding her bike (somewhere between two and five times) which is about a half mile but sometimes we do two laps.

So I feel that I’ve legitimately worn out my pedal and seat. We bought new ones (also at Wal-mart but also very cheap). My husband mounted the seat for me but I put on the new pedal. I was pretty proud of myself. I know, it’s not a very impressive thing, but it was fun.

So that’s how goes the saga of the bike riding fat girl. Oh, and I have a great tan. I guess the South has at least one redeeming feature.