Eating: I like salads, most any kind, and summer is a great time to try new ones, with all the fresh veggies and herbs from the CSA and garden. I like to make the salad the meal so I tend to add meat to pasta salads, to give it a bit more substance. Here are some of my favorite summer salads.
In the spring/early summer, we get a lot of leafy greens in the CSA because that is what grows that time of year in Minnesota. Then it gets hot and the lettuces bolt, get bitter and are done, so we enjoy the green salads while we can. This year we got several different types: Romaine, red romaine, beet greens, kale, leaf lettuce. Plus we grew arugula and leaf lettuce. Since it is so fresh when we get it, the lettuces last way longer than the stuff from the store would. I always triple rinse the greens, sprinkling table salt in the water the first rinse to kill off any bugs or lettuce worms that may be hiding in there (I have only found one or 2 in the past 2 years, but I am not interested in THAT kind of protein in my salads), and spin it out thoroughly with my salad spinner. I then shred the whole thing and put it in a sealed bowl in the fridge, so it is ready to go for any lunch or dinner at anytime. This is the key, for me. If it is not ready to eat easily, I will not eat it. I am lazy, as I have said before. Composing the salads, then, is an individual process. Each of us makes his or her own salad (we often do this with guests, too), choosing from the other fresh chopped veggies available. Early in the season this means green onions, radishes, peas or pea pods, zucchini, broccoli, summer squash, cukes, carrots. Sometimes there is a little fresh dill, maybe an early bell pepper or some grape tomatoes. We will add a little corn (frozen corn, rinsed to thaw), croutons, slivered almonds, cheese, maybe some chopped chicken or deli ham, some crispy crumbled bacon (from the last time I used bacon in a recipe and then fried up the remaining and stuck it in the freezer) then top it with the dressing of our choice (I like mine with my own creation of salsa ranch - you can probably guess how I make it). I have been known to eat my lunch salad out of a serving bowl because it sometimes gets a little large. You get the idea. The key for us is to chop the veggies up ahead of time so we can just focus on building the salads when it is time to eat.
Pasta salads are great anytime, but especially after the greens are done for the first part of the summer. I like tuna macaroni salad. E does not. So I make it for myself. Tuna, well-drained, medium shell pasta (no, it doesn't have to be shells but they say "summer" to me more than other shapes), chopped celery if I have it, a little onion, frozen or fresh peas. This last time I even tossed in some chopped tomato, because I have a whole lot of tomatoes right now. Then the dressing, as my mom taught me - a "glob" of mayo (I use Miracle Whip because I like it better), little bitsies of milk until it is the right consistency to pour but not too runny, a sprinkle of sugar until you can't taste just the mayo, salt and pepper. That's it.
The easiest pasta salad is one that E likes. We mix the pasta with some chopped meat (leftover smoked sausage or kielbasa/Polish sausage, thick sliced deli ham (I ask for one slice 1/4" thick), rotisserie chicken, or whatever), frozen corn rinsed to thaw, chopped or julienned carrots, shredded cheese. Then we top it with enough ranch dressing to cover and sprinkle with slivered almonds for crunch. Naturally you could add whatever else you like - celery, onions, peas, chopped tomatoes, (drain them well or it will get soupy), peppers, etc.
Another one of E's favorite pasta salads is Satay Chicken Pasta Salad, though I recently found out that he doesn't actually like it cold as a salad and will heat it up when he takes it for lunch. Whatever. I like it as a salad. The recipe is from Pampered Chef, Season's Best Fall 2008. My adaptations are in parentheses.
Satay Chicken Pasta Salad
8 oz. farfalle (bow tie pasta), uncooked
1 C light Asian vinaigrette (I make my own Asian-style dressing, sometimes)
2 T Asian seasoning (from Pampered Chef, though I am sure there are other versions available)
2 T peanut butter (creamy blends best)
2 medium carrots, peeled
1 medium red bell pepper
1/2 C dry roasted peanuts
1 C lightly packed fresh basil
3 C diced cooked chicken
Cook and cool the pasta (unless you are making it for E, then don't cool it). Combine vinaigrette, Asian seasoning, and peanut butter. Mix well. Julienne the carrots, dice the peppers, chop the peanuts and basil. Add all to the pasta and mix well. You can reserve a bit of the peanuts and basil for garnish, if you like.
Reading: Last time I wrote, I promised to write about 3 books that I read earlier this summer (in June and early July). I have only read a handful since that time so should be able to catch up with those soon, as well.
The Namesake by Jhumpa Lahiri is a novel about an Indian family, the Gangulis, who has immigrated to the United States. Most of the story follows Gogol, the son who is born in America, from the time of his birth, until his early 30s, as he struggles with fitting in, being stuck between the culture of his parents and that of the country they are now living in, and with the curse of his name (after Russian author, a name which causes problems for him from the minute he is born). There were mixed reviews of this one in our book club, but I enjoyed the story, both Gogol's story (interesting to think about how our names define us and shape our lives), as well as his parents' stories. Parts of the story could be the story of any immigrant's experience, the struggle of the younger generation to fit in, often defying their parents' "old-fashioned" wishes and ways, but I was interested in learning about the culture and food of the eastern Indians, too. I would recommend this one.
I re-read Drowning Ruth by Christina Schwarz for Friday night book club, because it had been several years since I read it and all I remembered about it was that I liked it and it took place in Wisconsin. Those things were still true on the second reading of it. Only Mary and I met for this book club discussion, but we both enjoyed it. This novel is well-written and intriguing. On the surface, the story is that of Ruth and her aunt Amanda, living on the family farm after Ruth's mother has drowned. Ruth's father returns from fighting in World War II to his daughter whom he has never really met (she was a baby when he enlisted) and his wife's sister who doesn't appear to like him much. What we are led to believe, from the perceptions and actions of the main characters, may or may not be the truth. Why does Ruth say she remembers drowning when in reality it is her mother who drowned? Why doesn't anyone go out to the little house on the island anymore? Why is Amanda so protective of Ruth? Little by little we learn the story of these strong, well-drawn characters. And what we learn may challenge our belief that we can ever really know anyone.
Onto a completely different kind of book, No Angel: My Harrowing Undercover Journey to the Inner Circle of the Hells Angels by Jay Dobyns. This was different that most any other book we have read for book club. It wasn't well-written (though that is not what made it different from some of the books we have read), but it was definitely interesting. I don't know about you, but I was not that familiar with the Hells Angels, or indeed any OMG (Outlaw Motorcycle Gang). I didn't know how they operated (apparently with a surprising number of rules, a specific hierarchy, and with more drugs, violence and misogyny than necessary), or what it took to become a part of a gang. I also knew very little about undercover work. I learned a lot about both from this book, and it was intriguing. There is a lot more to the gangs than riding loud Harleys in large, intimidating groups, and a lot more to undercover work than wearing the clothes of the group you are infiltrating. I have added a similar book to my list of books to read someday: Under and Alone: The True Story of the Undercover Agent Who
Infiltrated America's Most Violent Outlaw Motorcycle Gang, by William Queen.
Weeding: The stump garden has progressed some - we have 5 shrubs and a beautiful hardy hibiscus planted so far. The entire area has been cleared, leveled/graded, weeded, mulched and edging installed. We have plotted out where the walkways are going, decided to put the water feature in where the fire pit was planned (moving the fire pit to a different location in the yard), and have been shopping for stepping stones.
The tomatoes are producing well, as are the carrots. Today I made a roasted tomato soup (recipe and pictures to be posted at a later date). The asters are starting to bloom, the sedum is turning a lovely shade of red, and the mums are somehow almost already done. The black-eyed Susans are still blooming their little heads off, though, so the yard is awash in yellow. The trees and sumac are just starting to change ever so slightly. Fall is coming, I keep reminding myself, though it is mid-80s again today.
Until we weed again,
Hallie
Monday, September 03, 2012
Monday, July 16, 2012
Camping in Colorado and My Midsummer Review
Reading: Since last posting 150 years ago (okay, it's only been just over a month but it seems like longer), I started and finished The Namesake by Jhumpa Lahiri, Drowning Ruth by Christina Schwarz, and No Angel: My Harrowing Undercover Journey to the Inner Circle of the Hells Angels by Jay Dobyns. 3 very different books and I enjoyed them all, though for different reasons. Right now I don't feel like blogging about books, though, so you will need to stay tuned for my future posts on those.
Eating: Summer is fully upon us. Here in the upper midwest, we are setting records for high temps and have been sweating with high humidity as well for what seems like months, though I suppose in reality it has only been about 3 weeks. Summertime in general and heat in particular make me think about eating differently. First, we have abundant fresh produce this time of the year (this is further enhanced at our house because of our weekly CSA (community-supported agriculture) share delivery, and also because of our vegetable garden. Second, we tend to avoid turning on the oven and do a lot more grilling. Third, the lure of soups, stews and casseroles (hotdishes for you Minnesotans!) is not as strong as the temptation of salads - both green and pasta. I will be posting some summer food recipes, thoughts and suggestions in the upcoming weeks - stay tuned for that as well.
Weeding: Wow. Weeds grow really, really well in this weather. Apparently thistles, crabgrass and clover are very drought resistant and heat tolerant. Cleaning up the flower and veggie beds - deadheading, weeding, cutting back - is even more work when it is 95 degrees with 95% humidity. We are also working on the stump garden because we now have a plan drawn up! A friend who is a long-time gardener and awesome planner drew up a layout for the "stump garden" using our input. There are plans for walkways in and out, a fire bowl and seating area, privacy from the street and incorporating the colors and plants we own or would like to own. We hope to also add some sort of water feature. There will be a lovely view from my office window and should be blooms and color for multiple seasons. Watch for pictures as this project progresses. Right now, the sweaty job of removing turf and excess soil is in progress.
Travel: Maybe I could call this section "retreating" or something. For now, it will be just "travel". Last month we took a driving trip to Colorado for a visit to Rocky Mountain National Park. After the first 2 days, I was ready to turn around and come home, but it improved significantly after that, so I was glad we continued. We drove the first night to my mom's in southwest MN (there was a delay of our departure that night because work, and other circumstances out of our control) then from there proceeded south through Iowa - completely benign and uneventful, as you would expect Iowa to be. We took a little off freeway detour to see the Blue Bunny ice cream factory in LeMars, IA, but did not get any ice cream. We stopped at a sleepy little town in Nebraska for lunch - Lyons (I pronounced it Lee-own' the way it is in French - probably not how they say it in NE though), and continued on our way. That afternoon is when the trouble began... 5 miles out of Clarks, NE, the tire pressure monitoring system started to tell E that the left rear tire was getting low. It should be at about 31 and it was at 28. By the time we stopped in Clarks at the gas station, it was down to 16 and when we checked again after getting gas, it was 2. So we unpacked the trunk (which was stuffed to the top with camping gear) and changed the tire to the "compact spare" aka donut. Someone stopped by then to tell us there was a service station where we could get it fixed, but alas! It was 4pm on Saturday and it was closed. We discovered our spare allows us to drive up to 65mph for up to 3000 miles so we continued on the interstate, nearly getting run over by every big truck on the road. After a failed attempt to find a tire repair place in Grand Island, the only city of good size in the middle of that blessed state, we drove on to Ogalalla where we had a room booked for that night. After a late dinner at Denny's, a fitful night's sleep, and waffles for breakfast, we drove on through the high plains to the suburb of Henderson, just outside Denver. This is where we were picking up the wee little camper we were purchasing, direct from the "factory". Marty, the man who built the trailer, was quite helpful - he determined our hitch was a good 5 inches too low for the trailer but set about building us a new one. He also directed us to where we could get our tire repaired. I won't go into more detail about the next 6 hours of our time outside Denver other than to say it took a long time but only a little money to repair the tire and get it on the car, Olive Garden tastes pretty darn good when you are hungry, 107 degrees doesn't feel so hot when it is a dry heat, and our hitch is now tall enough to haul the trailer. We pulled out just in time for it to start raining. Hard. But eventually it stopped. We got into Rocky Mountain National Park and to our campsite around 10pm but happily did not have to set up a tent in the dark like we usually do. With the help of a friendly neighbor camper, we got our trailer set up, blocked and chocked, the airbed inflated and were in bed not too long after. It was a long 2 first days of the trip but we were happy campers after that. We relaxed in the campground, drove up to 11,000 feet and got out of breath walking across the parking lot, saw beautiful mountains, alpine lakes, and a herd of elk, hiked several miles and saw more majestic mountains, pristine lakes, colorful flowers and funny little ground squirrels, cooked on a little campstove (no campfire due to the extremely dry conditions), and slept in our compact hard-sided tent on wheels. We came home by way of hot dry Wyoming, to the surprisingly beautiful Custer State Park in the Black Hills of South Dakota where we spent one night in a pine filled campground. We had a long day's drive across boring South Dakota (truthfully, other than the Badlands and Black Hills, SD is very boring. Sorry SoDak'ers.) then spent the evening at with my sister and brother-in-law at the campground where they have their (not-small) camper parked for the season. So much fun to see them! Hard to get used to the humidity and mosquitoes, though, after having been in hot, dry, wildfire land. Then we were home. I will post pictures sometime, in case you have not already seen them on Facebook. I especially need to post one of the little camper - we do so enjoy it! I named it Rudy. The style of camper is called the Roughneck, so Rudy the Roughneck it was. He seems to enjoy being hauled around by Sadie the Saturn. They look pretty good together too.
Well, I am off to make dinner now. As I said before, stay tuned for my reviews of those 3 books, for summer food thoughts and ideas, for pictures of progress on the stump garden and for pictures of the camper and Colorado trip.
Until we eat, read, weed or retreat again,
Hallie
Eating: Summer is fully upon us. Here in the upper midwest, we are setting records for high temps and have been sweating with high humidity as well for what seems like months, though I suppose in reality it has only been about 3 weeks. Summertime in general and heat in particular make me think about eating differently. First, we have abundant fresh produce this time of the year (this is further enhanced at our house because of our weekly CSA (community-supported agriculture) share delivery, and also because of our vegetable garden. Second, we tend to avoid turning on the oven and do a lot more grilling. Third, the lure of soups, stews and casseroles (hotdishes for you Minnesotans!) is not as strong as the temptation of salads - both green and pasta. I will be posting some summer food recipes, thoughts and suggestions in the upcoming weeks - stay tuned for that as well.
Weeding: Wow. Weeds grow really, really well in this weather. Apparently thistles, crabgrass and clover are very drought resistant and heat tolerant. Cleaning up the flower and veggie beds - deadheading, weeding, cutting back - is even more work when it is 95 degrees with 95% humidity. We are also working on the stump garden because we now have a plan drawn up! A friend who is a long-time gardener and awesome planner drew up a layout for the "stump garden" using our input. There are plans for walkways in and out, a fire bowl and seating area, privacy from the street and incorporating the colors and plants we own or would like to own. We hope to also add some sort of water feature. There will be a lovely view from my office window and should be blooms and color for multiple seasons. Watch for pictures as this project progresses. Right now, the sweaty job of removing turf and excess soil is in progress.
Travel: Maybe I could call this section "retreating" or something. For now, it will be just "travel". Last month we took a driving trip to Colorado for a visit to Rocky Mountain National Park. After the first 2 days, I was ready to turn around and come home, but it improved significantly after that, so I was glad we continued. We drove the first night to my mom's in southwest MN (there was a delay of our departure that night because work, and other circumstances out of our control) then from there proceeded south through Iowa - completely benign and uneventful, as you would expect Iowa to be. We took a little off freeway detour to see the Blue Bunny ice cream factory in LeMars, IA, but did not get any ice cream. We stopped at a sleepy little town in Nebraska for lunch - Lyons (I pronounced it Lee-own' the way it is in French - probably not how they say it in NE though), and continued on our way. That afternoon is when the trouble began... 5 miles out of Clarks, NE, the tire pressure monitoring system started to tell E that the left rear tire was getting low. It should be at about 31 and it was at 28. By the time we stopped in Clarks at the gas station, it was down to 16 and when we checked again after getting gas, it was 2. So we unpacked the trunk (which was stuffed to the top with camping gear) and changed the tire to the "compact spare" aka donut. Someone stopped by then to tell us there was a service station where we could get it fixed, but alas! It was 4pm on Saturday and it was closed. We discovered our spare allows us to drive up to 65mph for up to 3000 miles so we continued on the interstate, nearly getting run over by every big truck on the road. After a failed attempt to find a tire repair place in Grand Island, the only city of good size in the middle of that blessed state, we drove on to Ogalalla where we had a room booked for that night. After a late dinner at Denny's, a fitful night's sleep, and waffles for breakfast, we drove on through the high plains to the suburb of Henderson, just outside Denver. This is where we were picking up the wee little camper we were purchasing, direct from the "factory". Marty, the man who built the trailer, was quite helpful - he determined our hitch was a good 5 inches too low for the trailer but set about building us a new one. He also directed us to where we could get our tire repaired. I won't go into more detail about the next 6 hours of our time outside Denver other than to say it took a long time but only a little money to repair the tire and get it on the car, Olive Garden tastes pretty darn good when you are hungry, 107 degrees doesn't feel so hot when it is a dry heat, and our hitch is now tall enough to haul the trailer. We pulled out just in time for it to start raining. Hard. But eventually it stopped. We got into Rocky Mountain National Park and to our campsite around 10pm but happily did not have to set up a tent in the dark like we usually do. With the help of a friendly neighbor camper, we got our trailer set up, blocked and chocked, the airbed inflated and were in bed not too long after. It was a long 2 first days of the trip but we were happy campers after that. We relaxed in the campground, drove up to 11,000 feet and got out of breath walking across the parking lot, saw beautiful mountains, alpine lakes, and a herd of elk, hiked several miles and saw more majestic mountains, pristine lakes, colorful flowers and funny little ground squirrels, cooked on a little campstove (no campfire due to the extremely dry conditions), and slept in our compact hard-sided tent on wheels. We came home by way of hot dry Wyoming, to the surprisingly beautiful Custer State Park in the Black Hills of South Dakota where we spent one night in a pine filled campground. We had a long day's drive across boring South Dakota (truthfully, other than the Badlands and Black Hills, SD is very boring. Sorry SoDak'ers.) then spent the evening at with my sister and brother-in-law at the campground where they have their (not-small) camper parked for the season. So much fun to see them! Hard to get used to the humidity and mosquitoes, though, after having been in hot, dry, wildfire land. Then we were home. I will post pictures sometime, in case you have not already seen them on Facebook. I especially need to post one of the little camper - we do so enjoy it! I named it Rudy. The style of camper is called the Roughneck, so Rudy the Roughneck it was. He seems to enjoy being hauled around by Sadie the Saturn. They look pretty good together too.
Well, I am off to make dinner now. As I said before, stay tuned for my reviews of those 3 books, for summer food thoughts and ideas, for pictures of progress on the stump garden and for pictures of the camper and Colorado trip.
Until we eat, read, weed or retreat again,
Hallie
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