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CAMC Week 1: red russian kale, turnip chips, Zevia mojitos

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After 3 consecutive years of waiting too long before trying to sign up with a CSA and then finding all the shares sold out, this year I took no chances. There was still snow on the ground here in late March when I signed on with Rock Spring Farm for a full summer vegetable share. Victory is mine!

And now our CSA share deliveries have begun. Here’s a recap of the high (and low) points of my first week’s attempt at meeting the Cooking Away My CSA challenge.

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Red Russian Kale and Red Onion Savory Breakfast Squares

For breakfast-brunch-eggbake-strata-frittata aficionados — definitely includes me — who also happen to get red russian kale in their weekly CSA share, here’s a great way to use it, from the wonderful Kalyn Denny of Salt Lake City and her even more wonderful food blog Kalyn’s Kitchen :

Red Russian Kale and Red Onion Savory Breakfast Squares

(Makes 6 servings, Recipe adapted from Regina Schrambling’s Collard Squares.)

1 bunch Red Russian Kale, chopped, or use any other variety of kale
1/2 red onion, chopped
2 cloves garlic, minced (1/2 tsp. teaspoon minced garlic)
1/2 tsp. olive oil
1 tsp. Tamari or other soy sauce
1 C grated cheese (I used a blend of low-fat cheese called Pizza Cheese which has mozarella, provolone, romano, and parmesan)
1/4 cup 100% whole wheat bread crumbs (optional; I’ve made this successfully without the bread crumbs)
6 eggs, beaten well
1/2 tsp. Spike Seasoning

Preheat oven to 350F. Cut off kale stems and discard, then wash kale leaves and dry well. (I used a salad spinner.) Pile kale leaves up on top of each other and cut into strips about 3/4 inch wide, then turn cutting board the other way and cut again so you have squares just under an inch square. Chop onion into pieces about 1/2 inch.

Heat olive oil in large heavy frying pan, then add onions and saute 3 minutes. Add garlic and saute about 2 more minutes, then add kale, turning over as it wilts and sauteeing about 5 minutes, or until kale is significantly wilted and softened.

Put sauteed vegetables into large bowl and add Tamari, cheese, bread crumbs, beaten eggs, and Spike seasoning. Stir gently until ingredients are well distributed. Spray pan with olive oil or nonstick spray and pour in egg mixture. (I was cooking it in my Oster Toaster Oven, and used a pan that’s 11.5 X 7.5 inches.) Bake 20-25 minutes until eggs are well set and the top is lightly browned. Serve hot. This is good with low-fat sour cream or salsa.

Oh man was this ever good. She’s right, this is great with salsa. Between me, the spouse, and the two young adult offspring, the entire pan was gone within twenty minutes. Definitely making this one again (and again).

Link: Red Russian Kale and Red Onion Savory Breakfast Squares

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Next: the secret heartbreak of turnip anxiety!

Turnip Chips


These are kabu. They’re Japanese. They’re gorgeous. They are these things and many more, I’m sure, but the most salient feature about them is that they are turnips. As in: something I have never in my entire life either purchased or knowingly eaten. What the hell am I gonna do with them?

Turns out I have lots of choices. Japanese turnips aka white turnips aka kabu seem to be most often turned into pickles, but they can also be roasted, baked, mashed, fried or put in soups.

Too many choices for me, really, so instead I went with this easy- and delicious-sounding recipe for turnip chips, from CAMC-er Patricia Eddy:

Turnip Chips

Slice them thinly, toss them in olive oil, and bake for 15 minutes at
400. I particularly like them tossed with some sort of spicy rub like
smoked paprika or something spicy like habanero sea salt.

Patricia DiGiacomo Eddy of Cook Local

Note that I did say easy- sounding. How could anybody mess up something that sounds so simple? Oh my dears, I’m afraid you haven’t gotten to know me very well yet.

I dunno, I may have used too much olive oil (altho is that even possible? I mean, olive oil is such a good thing, how could there ever be too much of it?) And maybe the slices weren’t thin enough … All I know is 15 minutes at 400 degrees wasn’t nearly enough time to turn these things into anything describable as “chips”. After 15 minutes, took them out of the oven and blotted excess oil with paper towels. Put them back in for another 8 minutes; checked ‘em — still not looking at all done. 8 minutes more: now they were nicely browned and sizzling so I took them out & sprinkled them with a little sea salt and ground chipotle.
I wasn’t thrilled about the texture or the slightly radishy taste (hate radishes). The hub on the other hand thought they were delicious and didn’t mind the non-crispiness at all. Ehh.
I’m sorry Patricia. Alas, this has been my first instance (so far) of CAMC FAIL: I took your delightful sounding recipe and those beautiful white turnips and turned them into limp soggy little beige wafers. Gah.

Anyway, if we get them again I’m trying this. Onward we plunge!

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Zevia Mojito*

Cuba Libres and mojitos have long been at the top of my list of favorite drinks, but now that age, and adipose (meaning I’m just too freakin’ fat) and a couple health issues have led me to take up the carb-counting habit, I’ve been wanting to find some low carb, sugar free, and preferably artificial-sweetener free versions that are also tolerably tasty. Can it be done? This week, spearmint in my CSA box — the perfect opportunity for some experimentation.

As zero-cal carbonated beverages go, I really like the taste of Zevia, a stevia-sweetened soda that I get at Lakewinds Coop, so this week I decided to try making mojitos using Zevia Twist to take the place of both the sweetener and the club soda. Oooh. These really turned out well. My word.

Zevia Mojito
Adapted (by Tild) from this recipe

1/2 of a lime, cut in slices or wedges
8 spearmint leaves
1 jigger (1 1/2 oz) Bacardi light rum
Zevia Twist soda

Preparation:
1. Put mint, lime and a splash of Zevia Twist soda into the bottom of a highball glass. “Muddle” by mashing ingredients together. You can go out and buy a “muddler”, which typically looks like a miniature wooden baseball bat (I bought a stainless steel one at Target not too long ago) Otherwise the handle of a wooden spoon or spatula works fine.

2. Fill the glass about ¾ of the way with ice. Add the rum and top with Zevia soda. Stir and enjoy.

*UPDATE: Wow — Try a recipe made with a product you really love, write about it, and you never know — one of the founders of the company that makes that product might just show up in your comments. How cool is that?!

And that’s it for this week, kids. Tune in again next weekend and find out what I ended up making with the fennel bulbs and the freakin giant wagonload of arugula. As my scary old Swedish battle ax Grandma Tild always used to say: Oy.

But that doesn’t mean attempts to taunt librul eleetes with arugula-related “humor” will be tolerated. I mean seriously: get a brain, morans.

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sign seen at farmers market

*grin* Seen here.

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Sweeney Tim

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(Credit to Centrisity for coining Governor BridgeFAIL’s latest sobriquet)

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UPDATE: Alright, alright, here’s a version with the word UNALLOTMENT instead of ALLOTMENT. OK? Happy now? !@#$%^* Critics! (You know who you are)

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Hmm.. Sweeney Tim and Freakazoid : separated at birth?

Mebbe not.

Cooking Away My CSA Challenge: Count me in!

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Thought I’d take a shot at designing a logo for the fantastic group I just joined, the

Cooking Away My CSA Challenge

Greatest idea ever. And just in time! Friday afternoon I picked up our first weekly CSA box of veggies, and now I have to figure out what I’m gonna do with it all. This week’s box contained:

Russian Red Kale

Red Oak Lettuce

Japanese turnips (our CSA farm calls them “spinruts” — that’s “turnips” spelled backwards. O the humanity.)

Asparagus

Purple radishes

Spearmint

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Crimeney, where’d I put my Moosewood Cookbook?

What am I gonna do with this stuff?? Stay tuned for all the gory leafy details.

UPDATE:

Here are three different sizes of the CAMC badge, including two smaller versions in case you didn’t want to use a 940px wide image. These are all png files, which really lend themselves well to re-sizing without losing crispness or detail, but if you want smaller files you can save them as jpegs. Click on each image to see it full size.

Not gonna happen, Timmy

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A key word to remember here, Timmy,  is  NEVER.   *

In honor of Dr. George Tiller: $100 to Planned Parenthood

Randall Terry:  Guilty

“He was an evil man – his hands were covered with blood.”

You don’t say.   Speak for yourself, Randall.

Bill O'Reilly:  Guilty

“No question Dr. Tiller has blood on his hands.”

And there’s certainly no question about what’s on your hands tonight,  is there Bill?

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Today,  in honor of  Dr. George Tiller and the decades of  courageous service and support he gave to women, I donated $100 to Planned Parenthood.

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Digby:     “If you think that women should have to endanger their lives in order to give birth to a fetus with no brain, then you probably think this man was a murderer. For the women who went to him, and for whom he put up with a horrifying amount of harrassment and violence before they finally managed to kill him, he was a Godsend.”

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Attaturk: “There’s no point in sugar coating it, Dr. George Tiller was assassinated. Tiller is the fourth physician to be murdered by self-identified “pro-lifers” since 1993. And nobody can say they were surprised.”

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A Tale of Two Newspaper Clippings

Judging by the echoing reverb of the crickets chirping in my visitor stats since my last post,  I think it’s safe to say that the only thing people want to see less than Rush Limbaugh’s face is Rush Limbaugh’s face framed with goatse hands.    Curious how nobody wants to look at the visage of the beloved leader of the Republican party…  Guess it’s not just self-loathing you’ve got going on,  Rushboatse Boy.  No, everyone else loathes you too.   Ah well.   In the interest of administering some much needed brain bleach, let’s move on to something completely different.

Longtime readers may recall that I’ve  written a post or two about my father over the years, including  a teaser that intimated more posts would be forthcoming about the rather, shall we say… unusual circumstances in which he was put up for adoption.    Since  it was my dad’s birthday just a few days ago (on the 23rd; he would have been 84)  here’s a little bit more about my own personal family history mystery and about some new details we’ve only recently  discovered.

I think I was in my early teens when Mom told me that Dad had been adopted shortly after he was born.    What?!  My father was not the biological child of Grandma Tild and Grandpa August??!  This was pretty interesting news all by itself, but there was a lot more involved  than just an “ordinary” adoption story:

When my father was two weeks old he was found in a hotel room in downtown Minneapolis, along with a note from his mother asking that a good home be found for him.

Zounds!  Imagine the effect such a story would have on a thirteen year old.  To me it was like something out of a silent movie melodrama — not exactly the baby left in a basket on a doorstep scenario, but close enough.    I was excited; instantly eager to find out everything I could about my dad’s birth family, but I soon learned that my Dad himself was not.    You never know what you might find out, he said.   You might end up learning something you wish you hadn’t.  I know who my parents are.  I know who my family is.   Let’s leave it at that.

And so we did.  He never changed his mind about it; he really just never cared to know. After he died in 1979 [at the age of 54; heart failure], my mom and sister and I would sometimes talk about  it; I think it was partly a way of trying to hold on to him somehow.   We’d speculate about what kind of people Dad’s birth family might have been,  and the possibility that we might have unknown aunts and uncles and other living relatives somewhere.  They could even be living somewhere here in Minnesota for all we knew.

All the information we had about  Dad’s birth family was gleaned from a news item that had been on the  front page of  one of the Minneapolis papers the day he was found, but none of us had ever actually seen the article.  The front page of which Minneapolis paper?  What was the exact date?   What did the article say, exactly?  In the early 80s I decided to try to find out.   At that time the main branch of the Minneapolis Public Library had microfilm on  the Mpls Tribune and the Mpls Journal going all the way back to their beginnings, so that’s where I began.

All of  the public records  – Social Security card, military service discharge papers, etc — had Dad’s  birthdate listed as May 23rd, 1925  (but I always wondered: how was that date determined? How did anybody know exactly what his birthdate was? Did they just make a guesstimate?) and the story went that he had been two weeks old when he was found,  so I started searching through the daily Minneapolis Journals beginning with the June 1st edition.    On the front page for Saturday June 6th, 1925, in the lower right hand corner, there it was:


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And this was the little article that contained the sum total of everything we  ever knew about my Dad’s birth family.    Or at least the total of everything we knew until March 2009.

Over this past  winter the spouse and I have started going to the History Center every so often, usually on  Saturdays; usually spending much of the time  in the microfilm library, which has microfilm of  newspapers from all over Minnesota.   I’d never even considered that a  St Paul paper might have something in it about the “deserted baby boy” found in the Minneapolis hotel room, but one day I decided to take a look anyway just for the heck of it.     Lo and behold –  on page 2 of the St Paul Dispatch for Saturday June 6th, 1925:

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What??  Chicago??!

“A young mother with blonde hair”??!

Baby “born May 23rd in Chicago, weighing 9 3/4 pounds”??!!

I know these are small details; small items of information in a small story of interest only to me and to a few other people, but I have to tell you:  these small bits of information, these  first new details we’ve only learned now,  concerning a story that began 84 years ago hit me like electric shocks coursing through my body.    We went home and later that night I called my sister, telling her:  please sit down before I  tell you this, OK?

Next:   More newspaper articles found,  now a total of  5.   One Minneapolis paper says the mother’s name is Matthews, not Mattson.

..Matthews?    Matthews?! If  it should turn out that I’m related to Tweety I’m really gonna be pissed off.

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Rushboatse

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Gabriel Wynant gets to the bottom of Rush Limbaugh’s psyche. Why do you think they call it psychoanalysis?

21 years ago today

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Apropos of nothing

Jeez it’s really been a while since I posted anything here.   A hearty  Sorry about that hereby goes out to anyone who has felt neglected or who gives a good goddamn about what happens or doesn’t happen at this blog.

Status report:   everything’s fine, or as close to fine as it ever gets.

The homestead (fabled remote fortified compound Tildebunkport) continues to crumble into decay in that charmingly quiet, unassuming Scandinavian manner.  Anybody know someone who would replace the brickwork on the front of my house?   For free?

Now that the warm weather’s here, the spouse bikes 20-40 miles/day whenever the weather permits.  With all that biking, he’s so conditioned that the last time he took a stress test (last summer) his heart rate never got up to the target rate even after pedaling for a full 30 minutes.  The techs finally just gave up and said Yeah, okay, we get the picture, you passed, now get outta here.  Showoff.

The offspring are finishing up finals, working long hours,  and consequently making some fairly big  $$  and feeling the need to blow off some  steam & relax — therefore spending as much $$ as possible on repeat viewings of Star Trek,  dinner dates @ fancy restaurants  & geekware shopping at Microcenter.

As always, my job keeps me v busy, altho these days I’m limiting my OT to no more than 10 hrs/week.   Life’s too short, my droogies, in case you hadn’t noticed.
I’m starting to get serious about getting another dog (it’ll be 3 years in August since the  passing of the Venerable Pup).

So.  Anyway.  You get the general idea.   For the sake of posting something — anything — today,  here’s a hodgepodge o’  stuff from yer adorable old kindly Auntie Tild.    Happy Thursday!

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Before I make this next statement, let me just point out that my health is good.  I’m doing well.   Healthier than ever, really. 
Having said that,  I realized the other day that even if healthcare reform were to happen tomorrow (which it won’t) if I were to get cancer or some other likely to be fatal disease, I would prefer to go without treatment, with all that that implies,  rather than risk my family being driven into bankruptcy by my medical bills. 
I mean, really:  pay hundreds of thousands of dollars, possibly even millions, to temporarily stave off a disease that’s gonna kill me anyway?  I think not.   Is there any way I could make this a legally binding directive?

I’m pretty sure it would be a bit beyond the purview of either Compassion and Choices or Death With Dignity, but I think this ought to be a choice a 56 year old person with grown children should be able to make and be assured that her wishes would be respected. Hmm?

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From the Pictures I Did And Then Forgot About file…

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Because that’s how the Rude One described him a few months back, and because you all know what a miserably literalist artistic vision your kindly old Auntie Tild has.

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Song Lyrics Interpreted and Improved Upon:  a free service from tildology.com!

Today’s improved song lyric:

I Need To Play Far Away*

(original title “Spinning”, by Zero 7, from the album Simple Things)

Was it loneliness that brought you here,
Broken and weak?
Was it tiredness that made you sleep?
Have you lost your will to speak?
Was the earth spinning round?
Were you falling through the ground?
As the world came tumbling down
You prayed to god: what have you done?

Free me from these chains
I need to change my way
Heal these broken wings
I need to play far away
Far away, far away

Was it emptiness that made you weep?
No more secrets to keep
Was it bitterness that gave you time
To forget your self?
Was the earth spinning round?
Were you falling through the ground?
As the world came tumbling down
You prayed to god: what have you done?

Free me from these chains
I need to change my way
Heal these broken wings
I need to play far away

Free me from these thoughts
Long forgotten down below
Take these anxious words
Give them life to carry on
Carry on, carry on
Free me from these chains…

*Well  that’s what it ought to be titled.  That’s what it sounds like to me, anyway

Spinning – zero 7

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Joe Cocker with subtitles

Ever wonder what Joe Cocker was really singing at Woodstock?  Well wonder no more.    Or maybe make that Wonder loaf no more…

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