Tuesday, January 31, 2023
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Saturday, January 28, 2023
I kinda feel like I posted this recipe previously but can't find it so here goes.
We are big fans of collards and have been forever, long before kale came on the scene. There was a time, I recall, along about the first grade, that I didn't like collards but when my mother told me that Vance Smith (a boy in my first-grade class that I must have had a crush on) loved collards, I gave them another chance and have eaten them happily ever since.
My family always cooked them in broth with some sort of meat--fatback or hog jowl. I add onion, garlic, a tiny bit of sugar, red pepper flakes and serve them with chopped raw onion and vinegar. Sometimes I stir fry them. Mighty good, either way.
Then I saw this recipe on the package of greens (yes, a shortcut--chopped greens) and found another thing to love about collards.
Mixed with cooked potatoes and a little milk, the greens are elevated to, well, maybe not quite fine cuisine, but seriously and surprisingly good. Maybe an American version of England's Bubble and Squeak? Whatever--it's delicious. Would be a nice base for a fried egg too.
Here's the recipe:
3 pounds white potatoes, cut in two- inch chunks
2 TB. Olive oil
16 0z. chopped collard greens
1/2 c. chopped red onion (or more) with more for garnish
1/2 to 3/4 c. milk
Cook potatoes in salted water to cover till tender. Drain in colander and set aside.
Add olive oil to drained pot, heat over medium heat, add greens and 1/2 tsp. salt. Stir till wilted.Add onions and cook another few minutes.
Add the drained potatoes to the greens and mash well. Stir in 1/2 c. milk. More milk and more salt if desired.
Friday, January 27, 2023
Thursday, January 26, 2023
Tuesday, January 24, 2023
Not since the rats of NIHM has there been such an endearing gang of rodents. A group of rats (plus one cat), suddenly have the power of speech as well as enhanced intelligence. In search of the good life and the means to fund it, they decide on the old pied piper dodge. The rats will infest a town and Maurice, with the help of a seemingly dimwitted youth who plays the penny whistle, will see that they are rewarded generously for 'getting rid' of the pests.
Of course. it being Terry Pratchett, there is word play aplenty and social commentary and philosophy interwoven in this hilarious take on an old fairy tale. Highly recommended.
Sir Terry wrote about 70 books. I have lots to look forward to.
Monday, January 23, 2023
Sunday, January 22, 2023
Saturday, January 21, 2023
Thursday, January 19, 2023
Wednesday, January 18, 2023
As I was fixing my breakfast, I was reminded of a (possibly apocryphal) story about Bill Monroe, Father of Bluegrass.
Some years ago, Monroe and his band The Bluegrass Boys were on tour up north. At their hotel, breakfast was laid out buffet-style. Bill went first and after a few puzzled moments, turned to warn the group, "Boys, don't touch those doughnuts. They're hard and they're cold and they ain't a bit sweet."
Tuesday, January 17, 2023
I also painted pictures to go with the notes I wrote.
Monday, January 16, 2023
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Saturday, January 14, 2023
Friday, January 13, 2023
The Secret Garden was one of my very favorites when I was growing up. So, when I was perusing books at the library on Wednesday, Moongarden, a sci-fi/kids version of the classic, caught my eye.
It's fun to see the parallels between the two novels. A secret garden on the moon--secret because since all plant life on Earth became toxic, forcing humanity to migrate to the other planets, seeds and growing things are forbidden.
Myra, the protagonist, is every bit as crabby as Mary in the original and the magic the garden works on her is as profound. There is a boy whose mother's loss is blamed on the garden and whose father hates the garden but doesn't destroy it because his wife loved it.
A very fun and quick read.
Here's the official synopsis: "Centuries ago, Earth’s plants turned deadly, and humanity took to space to cultivate new homes. Myra Hodger is in her first year at an elite school on the Moon, and she’s crumbling under the pressure. She doesn’t fit in and, worse, the tattoos that signal her Number Whisperer magic aren’t developing. In her heart, she knows she doesn’t have a Creer, and soon everyone else will, too.