29 Oct

The East Coast is a dangerous place

Looking through my journal from the second summer of guiding, for information to back up a paper I’m writing, I ran across this particularly anecdotal day.

14 July, 2005

No guests at all today, after breakfast. Cleaned the stove and scrubbed and waxed the kitchen floor. A man and his two sons came to buy fishing licenses from Nelda. She introduced me as a local girl who just finished college back east.

“I went to the East Coast once,” the man said. “I got arrested.”

He told the story:

“I was just a kid and I drove across the country with an older man, our neighbor in California. He was a trucker. We got there and he was beat, so he was sleeping, and I went to go do our laundry; we’d been on the road for a while.

“This little black kid come in, and asked me to buy him a beer. I said, ‘I can’t buy beer, I’m sixteen.’ The kid said, ‘yeah, but you look eighteen.’ So I went over and I bought him a beer and one for me.’

“We’re doing our laundry and drinking our beer. I never drank before, I thought, ‘this is pretty good.’ I went back and I bought some whiskey, and I woke up in jail.”

He shook his head. “I wouldn’t go east of the Continental Divide now, that’s where people change.”

One his sons asked “What state was that in?”

“Buffalo, New York.”

I caught another fish and watched an ugly brown cloud of smoke roll across from Homer. The sun turned orange.

This time I brought home most the whole fish, less the tail intestines and the bloodline. Froze the fillets and boiled the backbone and head, picked the meat off, and threw the bones out, added onions and rice for soup.

Looking in the Cooking Alaskan cookbook, it said the Aleuts would mix salmon liver with berries and seal oil. I tried it with blueberries [without seal oil], but I don’t think I will again. The liver tasted okay (boiled intil white and mashed) and the blueberries tasted fine, but they weren’t a great mix. But you never know unless you try!

25 Oct

Russian cooking Friday: golubtsi

Another Russian cooking Friday!

I made borshch a while back, and today I made golubtsi, which are kind of like Russian burritos. Except, of course, they don’t have tortillas in Russia, so none of that wheat stuff. You gotta use something that Russian cooking is full of — cabbage! That’s right, golubtsi are traditionally a rice and meat filling wrapped in a cabbage leaf, with tomato sauce. I didn’t take any pictures this time around, but there are some good ones here.

Here’s my recipe. They were surprisingly quick and easy.

Core a head of cabbage and boil it in lightly salted salted water for 10-15 minutes. Carefully peel off 8-10 leaves, taking care not to rip them. Set aside.

For the filling: Saute one small onion, diced, with 1-2 seeded and diced tomatoes. In a bowl, mix together 1 cup cooked rice, 2 cups ground meat or veggie equivalent (veggie ground, textured vegetable protein, diced mushrooms, etc), onion and tomato, large spoonful tomato paste from a 6 oz/170 g can, and salt and pepper to taste.

Place a large dollop of filling on the inside of each cabbage leaf and fold together “like an envelope”. Stick a toothpick through the folded ends to hold it together. Repeat until filling is used up.

Put assembled golubtsi to fry in a pan with melted butter, turning once. (Use a fork and the toothpick to hold on to them as you flip them.) Meanwhile, put the rest of the tomato paste in a sauce pan mixed with water or broth, and a spoonful of sugar. Add one or two bay leaves and bring to boil, allow to thicken to tomato soup consistency.

Put fried golubtsi in a casserole dish. Remove the toothpicks and pour tomato sauce over them. Place in a 350 F oven for 30-45 minutes. If you have a meat filling, you want to make sure it is cooked through. If a veggie filling, you are just wanting the cabbage leaves to be soft.

Serve with tomato sauce spooned over them, and a dollop of sour cream.

23 Oct

Lost, stolen or strayed: my bike :(

Someone took my bike today.

I went to class. I went to seminar. I had some lunch. I went to get my bike.

It wasn’t there.

Did I put it on a different bike rack? Did I move it between class and seminar?

Where did it go?

Did I do something boneheaded and lock it up to itself, and not actually to the bike rack? No sign of the lock. No sign of the bike.

The campus police gave me this (paraphrased) advice: Ride an uglier bike, or get a more expensive lock.

I don’t know the serial number. I have one picture that includes part of the back wheel, behind my photogenic cat.

I have my old bike, but not only is it lacking pedals, but the rim is a tiny bit warped on the front wheel and I’m not comfortable riding it say, down steep hills (the warping makes it jerk when you brake, which is kind of freaky).

Too bad I live on top of a big hill.

Too bad my other bike was stolen.

If they’re selling it for parts, I hope they’re not worth half what they think. I wish the bike had some sort of odd quirk that would cause serious pain and bodily damage if you weren’t aware of it. Like the seat would electrify you when it was wet.

Vittun paskapää. Mene helvettiin ja kuole. Sulla oo kaks persea ja ei oo yks pää.

14 Oct

Haiku Every Day

On a whim, I’m starting a new project. I’m going to write a haiku every day, just like I try to take a multivitamin every day.

It’s a way to be creative, but also contained. I always want to write longer things, and say more, and be pithier, but I’m going to practice being concise. I’m also leaving the door open for possibly illustrating them in various ways, but no promises.

Oh, and I’m going to write some in Russian, just to stretch those brain fibers as well.

04 Oct

Russian cooking: borscht

This afternoon, being finished with the week’s classes (though, of course, not the week’s schoolwork), I rocked out to blues guitar and made borshch. At least, my version of borshch. I have been sort of hoping that my boyfriend’s mom, an authentic Russian mother, will come and visit and show me whatever the “family recipe” is. However, she wasn’t around and I wanted my soup – it’s rainy and soup is definitely in order, so I forged ahead on my own.

First, there was chopping of cabbage.

About half of a cabbage, sliced thinly, and then the resulting shreds cut up a bit, so that over all there were many little pieces. It looks like a lot in the bowl, but it will get cooked a little before it goes into the soup, and will decrease in size.

To the cabbage, I added one shredded carrot. I was going to do more carrot, but once it was shredded it seemed like a lot. Next I diced up half a large onion, and broke up a big handful of green beans. All these went in the bowl, as storage before they went in a big frying pan.

Mmmm… veggies!


Once I had the veggies squared away, I also diced up four medium potatoes – two Yukon gold, and two red. You can see how differently colored they are, inside and out! I’m not sure that my palate is sophisticated to describe the differences in their tastes, though.

Before I started chopping anything, I had three beets cooking in almost boiling water. They take a while to cook, so it is good to get them started early. By the time I had the veggies frying, they were soft enough to stick a fork in, so I moved them to the cutting board to cool off. I saved the water they cooked in to add to the broth.

While the veggies were frying up…

I was peeling beets…

…and grating them…


…and getting very pink.

It washes off pretty well, but you might want to wear gloves. And don’t expect it to come easily out of a wooden cutting board. This is a powerful color. If you’ve never eaten beets before, the color does go all the way through you. My mother is not a lover of beets, so I never ate them as a child. At some point in college I cooked some for myself, and in true collegiate fashion, ate little else for a day or two. Then my pee was pink, and I thought it was blood and I was dying of some horrible disease. But no, it was just from the beets. No worries!

By the time the beets were all shredded, the veggies, were pretty well cooked, so I put them back in the bowl to cohabit with the beets, and put the potatoes in to fry.

I had some trouble with the potatoes, which probably had to do with not using a non-stick frying pan — they stuck like crazy. Every time I would leave them alone for two minutes, they would affix to the bottom. By the time they were cooked up, there was a layer of potato on the bottom of the pan that I had to leave to soak off later.

Finally, we’re ready to actually put everything together as soup! First, we have the water that the beets were in. It is super ruby red, and very pretty. I added the potatoes first, since they maybe needed some cooking still. Then, my secret ingredients!

That’s right — veggie broth. Organic and on sale at the store recently. Some tomato paste because last winter when I made borshch I didn’t realize it was supposed to include tomato anything, and my boyfriend explained that I did it all wrong. And some black-eyed peas, because I vaguely recall some beans in the borshch that his mother made, except I think they may have been cannelloni, which I didn’t find at the store.

Secret ingredient #4 is the squish inside bits of a squash I baked the other day. I took out most of the seeds and fried them, and I was going to put the stringy bits in the compost, but then I wondered why I’ve never eaten that part of the squash — I don’t think there’s anything wrong with it… so I saved it, and now it’s soup. I did cut it up some, because it was originally one big fibrous mass.

So here’s everything in the pot!

I let it simmer for a while, mixed everything in pretty well. There was salt in the vegetable broth, and the borshch tasted pretty good as it was, so I didn’t add any spices. Just a little salt once I got it in my bowl.

And here’s the final product! Red red red Soviet soup! Yum!

This reminds me of something I learned in high school — a somewhat non- sensical reasoning for why fire engines are red.

1. Fire engines have ladders.

2. A ladder has 12 rungs.

3. There are 12 inches on a ruler.

4. Queen Mary was a ruler.

5. Queen Mary is also a ship.

6. Ships sail on the ocean.

7. Fish live in the ocean.

8. Fish have fins.

9. The Finns fought the Russians.

10. The Russians were Communists.

11. Communists wear red.

Ergo…