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Hurricanes

It’s one thing when we’re in the path of a hurricane. The decision is to stay or leave. The experts told us to leave for Hurricane Rita and it took us over 24 hours to get to our destination, all on back roads because the highway was blocked.

There were guards with M-16’s at gas stations. Most gas stations had bags over the pump handles meaning there was no gas. There was no water or food or a place to stay for over 500 miles. That was Rita.

For Ike we were told by the Mayor to stay put. My husband and dog slept through it from 9 p.m. to 7 a.m. I blogged through it. There were 150 lofts where we lived and we were on the hurricane side and only one had no damage. Yes, it was ours.

I went through the no water or power or food or gas scenario. FEMA lameness, offering snack foods to people with no food, and telling folks in the communities they served that they could only drive up, not walk up, to get their two gallons of water. These folks didn’t own a car, and FEMA was concerned that they’d come by twice, after walking a mile back home, to steal from the federal government.

From the start of Sandy I know I have family and friends in danger, I started with my brother, who has nothing in place, and there’s no way to get a hurricane kit in place now because all the stores are closed. He even admitted to getting the last Starbucks coffee in the city.

Hurricane challenged? I’ll provide links. Dee

 

Cooking Experiment

I’ve got a pound of pork tenderloin that I’m going to season with salt and pepper, slather with grainy mustard and marinate with hard apple cider in a bag in the frig for a few hours before tying and grilling it and making a sauce.

Yes there is a lovely Gala apple and shallots that will be cooked down with chicken stock and more hard cider for the sauce. There are a few German egg noodles in the pantry, and I’ll find some veg in the frig. Wish me luck! Dee

Peameal Bacon

I’ve read that Canadians cut pork loins, trimmed off most of the fat and rolled them in split yellow peas then brined them. Since WWII these pork loins have been rolled in cornmeal and brined. As I’m half Canadian, I must check this out.

My great-uncle John was a wonderful cook. I have a couple of his cookbooks (Larousse Gastronomique) that I can’t even open due to smoke. My great-aunt was a smoker. She was also a keeper of Uncle John’s books and was a wonderful lady. For years she made me go to Canada to see her and take inventory of her goods for when she died.

I brought a notebook and gave the notes to her before I went to the airport and then she had another member of the family come in. She promised me one thing, the server in the dining room. It was not to be but that’s OK. I was blessed with the pearl necklace 20 years before, that Uncle John gave her as a wedding present in the 1940’s, and wore it at mine. Her wisdom, candor and love of life were more than enough, but having this reminder of them is precious.

So back to peameal bacon. It is brined not smoked, so it needs to be cooked. Uncle John cooked it in Canadian beer. I remember loving it as a child and remember him stirring it but don’t know the recipe.

Are there any Canadians out there who can help us? Eh? Dee

 

Opposites Attract

The Farm

 

 

My husband loves Fall. Having come from a temperate clime, he is entitled to his preference.

I, on the other hand, experienced harsh winters. Those first crocus bulbs that sprouted, then tulips, forsythia and lilacs were, and are, always a sign of hope.

Spring in Scotland

 

 

This is my kind of season. Now the leaves are so dry they’re everywhere, flying up in the air and laying wet on the ground.

As we all do, our cooking changes to more comforting foods during the winter months. I’m already starting on baked dishes (now that I finally have an oven that works) and a lot of roasted meats and vegetables.

Don’t worry, even in the snow I’ll be testing grill recipes as long as we can shovel a path there! Cheers! Dee

72 and Sunny?

On the Lake, end of October. Go figure. It’s probably the last warm day we’ll have for a few months.

I think I’ll make pot roast tonight. Usually Friday is my homemade pizza night but I may change that to Saturday. I’ll get some pappardelle (fat egg noodles) at the store today.

It’s been foggy lately and the other photo I took of this tower emerging from the fog is really creepy, suitable for Halloween, I guess. Stick with this for now and I’ll get back to you. Enjoy the day! Dee

Historic water tower

The Greek Community

Yesterday I had a craving for spanakopita, and bought some frozen at Whole Foods to heat up for lunch.

Years ago, for my dad’s 70th birthday we took a cruise that Odysseus did many centuries ago. We cheated and called the trip after the Roman god, “Chasing Ulysses” because it sounded better.

The food and people were fantastic. The seas were blue and beaches rocky but while we were asea I could look at the islands on the Ionian sea and picture my Greek mythology books, all while on my SONY portable CD player listening to Enya.

Nearly nine years ago we adopted an Aussie pup. After a couple of days I had researched and ended up with 20 top names. My husband and I narrowed that down to five as we assessed her personality. The result: Zoe, Greek for life. She has been, after decades of working with animals as a volunteer, the happiest critter I’ve ever met. And we had to take out her hips! Inexplicably, she still loves us and even her hip surgeon.

So now we’re in a community where there are dog names like Zeus and now the little Odysseus, a French bulldog. Zoe and I met a lady on the street the other day who says she wants to live here. Her dog’s name is Demetrius. I think they’ll fit in just fine.

We had an “Around the World” dinner outside on the terrace this summer and we each picked a country from a hat. We had to bring a dish and wine from that country. I picked Greece. Made spanakopita from scratch (bought the phyllo dough) and couldn’t find Greek wine so substituted Italian at the last minute. I also marinated some Kalamata olives in oil and herbs and spices. Delicious!

Greece is where I spent my 25th birthday; talked with a cigar store owner trying to buy my dad cigars and we understood each other through hand signals; got to be on a boat through the Strait of Corinth; and eat mezedes and learn to dance at a great birthday party. It will always be in my heart and I hope to show it to my husband someday. Kalinichta, Dee

Politics

I’ve had it. Enough with the negative ads, all of you politicians. Please give the people who have a right to vote credit for at least a few brain cells. We want to hire the person who knows what s/he wants to do, not what his/her jerk opponent did wrong.

We voters are actually looking at the future and not the past, and the futures of our children and grandchildren.

I participated in a debate today on a somewhat liberal forum where Romney-ites were criticizing potential Obama voters as on the dole, unable to spell or craft a sentence, plus the Romney-ites all seem to have a penchant for a White president. Much mud was slung about skin color, birth certificates, spelling and grammar, and Obama supporters all being welfare recipients.

For me, politics is about issues. I spent many years crafting issues and white papers and thought that was what it was all about. I was wrong and left politics for that reason.

It’s gotten worse over the past decades. Now it’s just slinging mud and seeing what sticks. You smoked pot when you were 19? Ha, gotcha. Daddy got you out of the draft?

STOP! I’m more for publicly funded elections than ever, at least for President. There should be a maximum to be spent and the candidate should not be allowed to go over that limit with personal contributions.

In a swing state, we are bombarded with so many ads we use Netflix and Amazon Prime at night just so we don’t have to see them. Watch your money be flushed down the drain, candidates.

Yes, I am registered, and after much research I do now know where my polling place is and where I can vote early. Stop the negative ads, people. Dee

Volunteering and Olive Oil and Halloween

No, they have nothing to do with each other. A couple of months ago I tried to volunteer for two organizations. Both dropped the ball. I’m a US Citizen in good standing and with much experience in volunteerism and leading and cheering on fellow volunteers.

Many organizations want free labor but they don’t plan to get it. First, they must have a worthwhile cause. They must plan for volunteers, have a handbook and training and know exactly what jobs are available, create hours that work for working people, homemakers and retirees then make it a worthwhile experience.

I failed at this early in my career when I was sent a rich college freshman to oversee for the summer after the legislative session had just ended in July. I had to finish up and write my section of the annual report and didn’t have time for this wet-behind-the-ears kiddo who had no experience in anything.

My boss put him to work as a photographer and he got kudos for his great work. I was in the dog house. But he just showed up one day. I didn’t know he was the son of a NYC mogul. No-one asked me to prepare to have an intern or have projects at hand. I was young and inexperienced and didn’t know how to use him.

I failed, as organizations are failing me now. In my fifties, I have great experience in politics and non-profits and no-one seems to want them. Recently, I emailed a woman after finding a volunteer job on the local site, and she excoriated me for having her name, knowing they had volunteer opportunities and demanded to know how did I find her as by my cell number I don’t seem “local.”

I responded that if she treats all volunteers that way it’s a wonder she has any.
I’m over fifty and can choose my volunteer assignments. Sundance told me I’d be standing out in snow and ice at 2:00 in the morning herding rich patrons to make them stand in line. No. I was offered a job in the press office denying credentials to fake reporters. Wouldn’t I have loved that job, but we moved out of state instead so I had to decline the offer.

Please, organizations, be good to your volunteers. They can be good for your business and you might make a lifelong volunteer or send someone to college who will remember a life-changing experience. Don’t tell them to go to the back room and sort files. Get them involved. It’ll change lives for the better.
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Olive oil is the nectar of the gods. I had a dry patch on my cheek and after tapping a little olive oil on it (100% cold-pressed Italian extra-virgin) for a few days it’s gone.

After years of living in a climate dryer than the Sahara desert, today I put it in my hair. I was going to rinse it out after 15 minutes but it’s drying in there and my hair has never been as curly! Hydration is a good thing.

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Halloween is coming up and I always wait until the last minute to remember that and try to get candy. The shelves are always empty and yes, I’m the little box of Sunkist raisins that your mother could have given you to be healthy.

We don’t expect any kids door-to-door but luckily another gent here is interested in balloons so my husband has given him a starter set, taught him a few basics so we’re lucky there will be a new Balloon Man on site.

Happy Halloween! Dee

Moving Along

What I find strange about Great Lakes communities is that many people were born here, lived here all their lives, and will die here. Often there doesn’t seem to be a sense of wanting to explore the outside world.

My family was all over the place as my dad’s career advanced and he ended up in nationally recognized roles. For someone who hated the first day of a school I’d been in for a few years (the new teacher always mispronounced my true first and last names), moving to a new school was torture. “Call me Dee.”

I learned coping mechanisms quickly. Lose the regional accent. I did it without even trying, just being around a few army brats for three weeks. Since I was twelve, no-one can discern where I’m from. I’m generic but throw in a y’all once in a while to show my time in the Lone Star State.

As a kid, don’t try to become head of the girls basketball team or guys, become football QB. Blend in. Be friendly to everyone, not just certain cliques. Join different after-school activities that interest you so you’re known for who you are. I was voted head of my gymnastics team in high school a few weeks after we moved into town. It wasn’t that I was a good gymnast, I was a good leader and motivated my team.

Let your parents and someone in authority know if you’re being bullied in any way. Don’t release any social media information until you have real friends. Skip the personal stuff there, too. Happy birthday is fine but topless photos will haunt you and your career forever.

For adults: As you find your way around the neighborhood and find groceries, restaurants, a place to get your car’s oil changed, and a drycleaner, be nice to these people. They’ll help you get around and give recommendations.

If you have a dog, please get to know the other dog owners on their walks. You may become friends.

Host a dinner for your new friends. Make it something participatory, like a Make Your Own Pizza party where you’ve made the dough, many toppings and have cheeses on hand. Ask someone to bring a salad or dessert.

Volunteer. Call your local Volunteer Center and ask if you can be of assistance. Join a gym, book club, knitting circle or church.

Make your home look like like a home as soon as you can. Dad always said every box had to be gone and our beds made the first evening. That’s the Teutonic upbringing. I failed this time because we had a temporary place for three months then brought all our stuff from storage and moved again. Next door, but again. I’ve business and personal papers from 20 years ago so don’t practice what I preach.

The most important thing to do while moving is save several boxes to go into the very back of the truck. Your beds, bedding and pillows. Set that up first so that when you run out of energy at the end of the night you can shower and crawl into your own safe place and be ready to face the next day. Cheers from an expert! Dee

When?

Given your experience and expertise in a given field, when would you like to have been born? My husband says a few decades earlier so he could have shaped the space program and NASA.

In my world, I help people solve problems and provide solutions so I could live anywhere, any time. I just ran into my neighbor, a retired architect, to tell him there was a full rainbow out there and he sent me photos of it.

I sent him a few of mine, with an eye toward architecture. When I was sixteen and caring for my much younger siblings in Florida on their vacation I met a man who’s daughter wanted to learn basic tumbling for gymnastics so I did that.

He said he thought about being a doctor or lawyer, but then he’d only work on problems. He became an architect because then he could deal with dreams.

I hold that thought in my heart many years later and if I had the talent to do so I’d have loved to invent French tracery windows or do a self-portrait as did Artemesia Gentilleschi. Yes, I saw the painting in the Queen’s Gallery at Buckingham Palace. I’ve asked them to put it on tour, as women congregated around it, even in the past decade, because this woman was a painter in a man’s world and dared to make a self-portrait.

Assuming I’m a woman, but had access to “male” careers I’d rather change the subject. As a woman I’ve the right to change my mind….

We have six places at our dinner table. Who shall be invited to dine? I’ll think of mine if you think of yours. There are rainbows in the air tonight, Dee