Thursday, October 16, 2008

That's Aubergine to You, Mate

Eggplant Parmesan

In my vegetarian college days, I used to love eggplant. One of the reasons is that it is usually sold by the piece, rather than by the pound, so as a person on a budget, I always looked for the biggest, prettiest one for the money. And eggplant is cheap to begin with. Here's how to make Eggplant Parmesan (Parmigiano if you prefer):

1 large or several small eggplants, sliced 3/8" thick
salt
paper towels
bread crumbs or bread ends
dried oregano
dried basil
grated parmesan cheese
garlic salt
eggs
milk or milk-like substance
tomato sauce
mozzarella cheese

glass baking dish
parchment
food processor
cookie sheet

The reason this recipe is so vague is that if you are eating by yourself, you are going to buy a small eggplant (did you know that they are so named because the variety that existed in the new world that was "discovered" by the europeans was small, white and egg-shaped?), use one egg, one piece of toasted bread, etc., while if you are feeding a family, you may use two large eggplants and increase everything proportionately. You're going to have to wing it.

Slice eggplants, toss with a sprinkle of salt in a bowl, and lay out on paper towels. Flip after 20 minutes. This step is optional, but it allows the salt to draw out some of the moisture and bitterness, making for a firmer, less slimy end product. If slimy bothers you, you might want to do it.

While the eggplants are draining, toast your bread ends, stale baguette pieces, whatever, in the toaster, then chop roughly and crumbify in the food processor until very fine. (If you've been thriftily saving bread ends and already have your dry crumbs in the pantry, good for you.) Add a teaspoon or so of dried oregano and basil, a half-teaspoon of garlic salt, and about one part parmesan cheese to two parts of bread. Whirr in the processor until well combined.

Now you can do this one of two ways, and I've tried both. Beat some eggs with a dab of milk in a bowl. Pour your crumbs into a shallow pan or plate. From here, either line a cookie sheet with parchment and oil or spray with cooking spray, or pour some tomato sauce into the bottom of a glass pan. Depends on how you want to cook your eggplant, wet (firmer) or dry (moister).

What I like to do is bake off the eggplant first, THEN layer them in the tomato-sauce pan with sliced mozzarella and top with cheese. Alternately, you can toss ALL of the eggplant in the egg bowl, mix, and then toss all of it in the crumbs to coat, and pour the whole mess in the pan with the tomato sauce. This is the lazy way, and it doesn't cook evenly, but it still tastes good. (If you are a fried-green-tomato fan, this is the way to get out of dipping each dainty little slice and getting a thick gob of crumby goo on your fingers, too. Chop your tomatoes into 1 inch cubes instead of slices, coat with egg all at once, toss in crumbs and spread the whole mass out on a greased cookie sheet or fry in a big cast iron pan. Kentucky style. Thanks Diana Brown.)

First things first. Dip each slice in egg, then in crumbs, then place on the parchment. Bake at 350 until golden on one side, then flip and finish the other side. Prepare glass pan with a thin pool of tomato sauce, then layer the cooked eggplant slices with slices or dabs of mozzarella cheese, and finish with the remaining tomato sauce and a sprinkle of the remaining parm over everything. Bake again until the cheese is melted and the tops brown.

We had this yesterday with chicken that was coated in herbs, sliced thin and baked in the same hot oven, and some steamed broccoli. Tonight, the leftovers were tossed with green beans and penne pasta. My vegetarian days were important and nostalgic cooking days for me, learning how to keep a budget and keep myself fed and healthy. I still think about those times when I eat this dish. It's warm and smells like a pizza palace, the eggplant has a meat-like bite to it, and it's comforting and yummy in the tummy. And cheap.

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Election Etc.

Wednesday:
Today I had lunch with a friend and her parents. We were each talking about trying to make sure we were home to watch the debate tonight. Her mother started talking about her feelings about the two candidates. I didn't even have time to steel myself to what I expected to be a conservative take on things before she said, "Obama just sounds like a more intelligent, more thoughtful, man. More of the kind of man that we need right now." Amen, Mom.

***

In the 8th grade, a bunch of kids ran for student government. The speeches were pretty basic, probably the same speeches given by kids running for office every year in every school in the country. Nerdy, likeable, hard-working kids promised to do a good job. Popular kids' campaign promises of "vending machines in every room" or "longer recesses" or "no homework for a week" brought cheers and whistles from the crowd, and sometimes won them the election.

I remember thinking then, just as I'm thinking now when I hear some of the campaign promises being offered, "Do the people listening really believe that the candidates are going to be able to deliver on these promises?" It's easy to get caught up in the fact that someone seems to want for you exactly what you want-- be it free candy or lower taxes-- but can he or she really deliver, and does it make any sense to promise it at all?

***

After watching the Frontline profiles of the two candidates last night on PBS, I have a better understanding of their backgrounds. While I see McCain as a little more human now, I still think that Obama is a smarter man. McCain was 5th from the bottom of his class. Obama presided over the Harvard Law Review. McCain was the son and the grandson of Navy Admirals, and chose to get into politics after he married the daughter of a wealthy Arizona beer distributor. Obama, on the other hand, tried community organizing out of high school, and chose to go to law school after he realized that his efforts at the grassroots level weren't enough to make a big difference.

And the number one reason not to vote for McCain? His stand on choice, second only to his choice of vice president. The sound of President Palin sends shivers up my spine. If he becomes president (at age 70) I believe it will happen.

***

And finally, Fact Check.org is a great resource for seeing who lied, who fibbed, and who got confused during the debates.

Saturday, October 11, 2008

Yet Another Reason to Get Out There and Vote

I knew there was something fishy about her.

Hie thee to Salon.com's article about Mrs. P., and then pass it on.

I Wish I'd Said That

Hop over right now and click on the Say No to Sarah link over there on the top right under FABULOUS. Read what some very intelligent, articulate women from different political parties are saying about Sarah Palin and John McCain's roles and responsibilities with respect to the thoughtless and vicious comments made by their supporters.

Gma Update

Grandma is back out of the hospital and comfortably watching TV at home. The caregivers are back on their regular schedule. My father and his brother have had a chance to spend some time with her this weekend and have headed or are heading home.

I'm so amazed at the resiliency and the plasticity of her brain, and her amazing ability to right herself. Each time she has one of these strokes, she seems not only to bounce back but to regain function. Grandpa says that her language is coming back, almost to the level it was before Tuesday.

For a glimpse into how strokes work, and what one might feel like, check out My Stroke of Insight, by Jill Bolte Taylor. (The link is for the youtube video, here is the link to the book.)

Where is My Hybrid?

Subaru, Subaru, Subaru…where is my hybrid???

I am currently the owner of a Subaru Impreza WRX, and I love my car (28-30 mpg still beats out all hybrid SUVs). If I had my choice, I would only buy Subarus. But Subaru is seriously lagging in getting into the hybrid market, and it seems that all they can offer is excuses. Batteries are not ideal, but they seem to work fine for the Prius, and all the other hybrids. Toyota, Lexus, Ford and Honda aren’t claiming that they can’t get them, or that the technology isn’t there yet. The article is full of facts and figures, all sorts of smoke-and-mirrors “education” attempting to mask the fact that Subaru doesn’t have an answer for the hybrid market and didn’t really do its homework. What's the real story?

Subaru drivers pride themselves in being sporty, outdoorsy, environmentally-correct types. We are the perfect market for the sporty hybrid wagon (that sort of looks like a shoe) you’ve so elaborately described in your article on HEVs.

So WHERE IS IT??

Even though our cars are fuel-efficient, very soon we’re all going to feel just a little bit more guilty (as though we don't already) that we’re not driving something less harmful to the environment and more economical. One by one, Subaru drivers are going to switch to hybrids. Will you be there for us, or keep making excuses?

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Ruining a Perfectly Good Hairstyle Forever

Illustration by Victor Juhasz

Rolling Stone corrects the myths about Sarah Palin. Oh, lordy. The article is full of spit and venom, and somewhere in between really scary and very satisfying to read, but the truth behind her wink-wink, nudge-nudge campaign claims needs to be seen. Don't those voters who think she's cute as a button care that she's lying? Not little-white-lying, but big, fat, to-your-face- without-flinching lying. Read the whole article and see. (Isn't the illustration just awful? I want it as a t-shirt. Now.)

Remember that we are dealing with politicians on both sides here. Photo ops and media clips. Never trust anyone 100% if they are trying to sell you something. There is a whole lot of selling going on in the next four weeks. I totally disagree with politicians on both sides about their approach to healthcare. I think they are both equally full of it on the war, and their ability to fix what's wrong. But on the issues that I care about, only one party is saying what I want to hear.

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

Spoke Too Soon

Here is the email I sent to close family members yesterday, after visiting with Grandma and Grandpa on Sunday:
"Mike and I went up to help them out with winterizing yesterday. Gma is doing pretty well-- seems a little more anxious, but no trips to the emergency room this week, and that's a good thing. Next time, we hope to be able to spend more time. Gpa has lost more weight, but he looks good. Often it's hard to get a read on how he's feeling on the phone, as there is always somebody right next to him. Sometimes the girls even answer the phone. But both of them seemed well this weekend other than that...and we all made it down from the roof safely.

The girls that come and help them are all very nice and have been doing a really good job keeping the house clean. Nichole (one of the caregivers) actually dismantled and cleaned the whole dining room chandelier, and I washed the tablecloth, so it's looking pretty good in the dining room along with all the dusting that you did. The living room stuff is now confined to the side nearest the door, and it looks like it's getting smaller.

We all sat down at the kitchen table and had meat and cheese sandwiches, soup, potato chips and bread-and-butter pickles, just like old times. It was so nice to sit at the table again! One question: Grandpa and I were looking for Grandma's cookbook from the 40's that used to sit right behind the TV in the kitchen. We couldn't find it upstairs in either of the bookcases, or in any of the kitchen drawers with the rest of the recipes. Unless someone knows where it is, we'll start going through the boxes until we find it, but I didn't see it when I was moving the stuff around in the living room either. Does anyone remember seeing it?"
And this morning, Tuesday, sometime between 3 a.m. and 12 p.m., Grandmother suffered another stroke that left in its wake the physical signs you always hear about. She's not talking right now, and we don't know if she will again.

Wow.

I hadn't thought about what a big deal that is until I typed it. She can still understand, as far as we know. As of this morning, the caregiver said she was understanding and responding to directions, but couldn't speak. The CAT scan confirms that there has been major damage this time.

Tomorrow will be as tomorrow will be. Dad and his new wife are flying in from Tennessee and Missouri. My uncle is coming up from Fresno tonight. The doctor says now is the time to visit, but I wish they had all been there in September. Grandma was still having a good time then. I wish that they had all been there on Sunday, too, to talk to her and see that despite the setbacks, she was comfortable. Anxious but happy, participating in conversations and jokes. She had her sense of humor--and her trademark icy glare at Grandpa when he told her she was doing just fine eating by herself. Earlier in the week, she had said she wanted to make applesauce from the apples on the little tree in their backyard. When Grandpa could only reach one, she-of-few-words-lately popped off with a perfectly sarcastic, "Oh, the last of the big spenders-- thanks a lot!"

Sunday, she remembered the location of her jam recipes at the bottom of a kitchen drawer and made me take them home. She told me at least ten times to be careful, thank goodness Mike fixed the dishwasher, and have a safe trip home.

Grandma, I wish more than anything that you have a safe trip home, too.

Love, Tamarina

Monday, October 6, 2008

Don't Vote- and Don't Miss This

The Saturday Night Live parody of the Vice-Presidential debate takes a little bit of the sting out of the fact that people actually praised the alleged Governor of Alaska for not completely blowing it.

If you'd like to view the fascinating celebrity "Don't Vote" video, hop on over to my friend Briana's blog for the link.

Don't forget that you have just over a week to register to vote. This election will make a huge difference: the prevailing party will put the judges of their choosing on the Supreme Court, and the rights that our mothers and grandmothers fought for in the 70s are on the line. Every single vote counts. Every woman's voice, young and old, needs to be heard. We cannot go back. We will not go back.

Monday, September 29, 2008

Missed You!

Hello darlings!

I feel like I'm curling up on a cushion in a sunny bay window with a cup of tea and a friend (more likely, a glass of wine!). I missed you!

I know the first question on your mind is "How is Grandma?" She is doing well, consistently staying out of trouble (mostly) and the emergency room (fingers crossed). Mike and I and possibly one of the dogs are going up this Sunday for a visit and work day to get a few things done that need to be done before the winter weather really sets in.

Pixie had her "tanks pulled" as Mike puts it, on Tuesday a week ago. I felt sort of bad getting her spayed, just because it was elective surgery, but it had to be done. She was fine with the surgery, but had a pretty hard time afterwards, a bad reaction to the anesthesia that made the vet keep her overnight. He's a great vet: he spent all evening with her at the office, up until 10 p.m. when he determined she could finally keep some food down. Sometimes she is a royal pain in the ass (like tonight, fidgeting around, stealing Tugboat's toys and chewing up the coasters when we're not looking), but I was so worried about her that day that I cried for hours, no lie. She was supposed to have nothing more strenuous than leash walks for two weeks, but she's so restless tonight that I don't think either one of us can handle not running for that much longer. I'm not a running freak, but when my days are busy, my gym time shrinks, so sometimes that hour with the dogs is the only workout I get. And I have to remind myself that there are only a few months (3 to 9) of her doggie teenagerhood left. If I can just survive this, I'll have one really nice dog and one totally neurotic one.

A couple of notes: Sarah Palin. WTF?! I thought I was overreacting to her, and then I saw the interview with Katie Couric. She is a joke! I don't really care anymore what she stands for-- she's a total idiot. The only thing I can think is that after the cute factor wears off, the Republicans hope that McCain will indeed die during his term and they'll have another clueless puppet president in the back pocket of the oil interests.

Saw the debate. Thought Obama was much more together and definitely more presidential than that woodchuck McCain. I really tried to listen with an open mind, but it was difficult. Here are some of the phrases I'd like to plaster to my car, were I the bumper-sticker type:

SARAH PALIN IS A JOKE

I JUST WANT A PRESIDENT WHO ISN'T EMBARRASSING

CAN YOU AFFORD FOUR MORE YEARS OF THIS?

and

THERE IS FAR TOO MUCH AT STAKE TO VOTE REPUBLICAN

Oh yeah, and based on the fact that a large number of people said that they voted for Bush because he seemed like the kind of guy they'd like to have a beer with:

THIS TIME, BUY McCAIN A BEER AND ELECT A REAL PRESIDENT.

Ok, that's enough of that. In the past, I've been always been blase about politics. I hate to say it, but has always been more like celebrity news to me. It never affected my daily life. Something to talk about, as remote and untouchable as goings-on at the space station. I got excited about Clinton and he disappointed me, so I'm reluctant to stand up and cheer for anyone. HOWEVER, I would like to be proud of my country again, and I would like to have respect for the person elected president. I don't know if Obama can change the way the world now perceives us, but it is important to hear that he understands the concept. Marching Band McCain and his wooden rendition of God Save the Regime doesn't work for me.

In other news...the girls and I had a fun day at the preview of the new Academy of Sciences in Golden Gate Park two weeks ago. The Academy officially opened this weekend, and 250,000 people attended. When we were there, I had the feeling that it would eventually grow into its space, but hearing that number (500 admitted every half an hour from a line in which people waited two-and-a-half hours) I'll bet the space was filled out as it was.








We checked out the scene then had a picnic on the green, did some hill-rolling under the Francis Scott Key statue after lunch, and then checked out some more. There are a lot of really cool things to see. I enjoyed watching the skates and rays in the lagoon. I'll probably go back by myself during the week sometime to sit in front of the coral reef and watch the fish. The alligators (crocodiles?) gave us a surprise thrill from the downstairs vantage point. The centerpiece rainforest was still being...forested... when we were there. In fact, I wondered if they'd get it all finished in time, given the number of things being unpacked, assembled, painted and built while we were visiting.

The penguins were cool, if a little surreal. They are situated at the end of the restored "African Hall" which is a display of incredibly skillful and realistic taxidermy of African animals. Sealed completely into their habitat, they appeared as in a giant fish tank. They were friendly and definitely interacted with those of us on the other side of the thick glass, but it was a little confusing to the smaller children. More than one asked why the taxidermied animals weren't alive, and if they were real. Well yes... and no... Maggie repeated our explanation that they were real on the outside, but not on the inside anymore. It's hard to remember that you're not exactly in a zoo. For a first day, it was pretty darn cool. I wasn't sure how much Maggie liked it, until she said, "I wish every day could be like today!"

After flailing around King of Thai on Clement Street, we made our way sleepily home. Ahhh.

Still more to catch up on. Talk to you soon.

Friday, September 12, 2008

Melon Granita

We are overwhelmed by beautiful melons from the veggie box at the moment, and this seemed like the best way to use up one or two that we couldn't get to.
Melon Granita

1 1/2 small melons, canteloupe, orange honeydew, etc.
1/4 cup sugar
fresh lemon juice to taste if desired

Cut peeled melon into chunks, place in blender, add sugar and lemon juice (if desired). Blend briefly, just until you have a slightly chunky puree. Pour into a metal cake pan and freeze. Scrape with a fork to make snow-cone textured granita. Serve with a garnish of mint leaves or a thin dutch butter cookie. An orange granita alongside a green honeydew granita would be an elegant, tasty and inexpensive dessert for a warm summer night.

The basic recipe I consulted called for 1/4 cup sugar and 1 tsp lemon juice to 2 cups melon. I used at least twice that much melon with the same amount of sugar and no lemon juice, because the melon was very sweet and I wanted the true flavor to come through. You could make this any way you like it.

That's it. It tastes absolutely divine, especially since my mouth is burning from the sriracha* on the take-out pizza we had for dinner tonight. I promise to try to photograph this some time in the next few days, as I realize I have been slacking on good food photographs since I took the photo class back in July and August.

*If you haven't tried sriracha on pizza, and you are someone who flirts with danger when it comes to the chile flakes on your pie, this may be your new best friend. Indispensable when it comes to chilis, curries and chinese peanut sauce.

Thursday, September 11, 2008

And Now for Something Completely Different





Bunny with a Handgun

Sarah Palin is cute as a button. I admire a perky, smart, ambitious woman as much as the next person. I love that she's from a woodsy state like Alaska, wears big husky fur collars and was voted Miss Congeniality. How cute!

However (prepare yourself, o conservative reader) I believe that a woman's right to decide whether or not to carry and deliver a child is the most fundamental freedom. There is nothing more important. Without the right to decide for herself who lives inside her own body and when, a woman becomes no more than livestock. No man, no god, no party and no government has the right to make that decision. Cute though she may be, Sarah and her party are carrying hatchets meant to chop away my fundamental freedoms.

Nobody likes abortion. It's an ugly word that no one likes to say. I would love to live in a world where education, planning and prevention made abortion obsolete. So what if her "abstinence only" policy with her own children left her own young daughter high and dry?

According to the Washington Post, "The choice of Sarah Palin smacks of desperation..." She is being dangled before us, a cute hand-puppet, a spunky mom with troubles of her own, to distract us, to give the impression of change where there is none. Everybody loves moms, right? So what if it's an anti-gay mom?

It is almost unbelievable that Sarah Palin is being offered as an alternative to disenfranchised women who felt defeated when Hillary Clinton did not win the nomination. (Except that I'd believe just about anything at this point.) As long as the women in question don't really care what a woman in power believes, as long as she's a woman. As long as they don't give a hoot about the rights of their friends, their neighbors, or their daughters.

Lisa Schiffren, speechwriter for Dan Quayle (talk about the blind leading the blind!) says: "Talk about a role model for our daughters: Annie Oakley in the halls of power! With a newborn . . . and a son serving in Iraq. I am giddy!" Hmmm...except I think Annie Oakley might have been a lesbian, and therefore a non-person in Sarah's world, the newborn is her underage daughter's, and she thinks exploiting the Alaskan wilderness is the way to get us out of Iraq. Sorry, son!

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

How's Grandma?

That is the question of the day.

Grandma is great. In fact, I just called the house to thank Grandpa for referring me to Redwood Credit Union (they are so nice!) and she unexpectedly picked up the phone and chatted for a minute. Apparently, the caregiver got sick today and went home, so Grandpa made lunch.

Grandma is also 85. There are a lot of things that go along with being 85, most of which are a little too delicate for public airing. There are caregivers coming to the house to help out with basics each day. It's not an ideal situation, but it is the best thing for right now.

She seems pretty good, generally, except for the days when things go very badly. Those days sometimes wind up in the emergency room. But if you ask her, she'll tell you herself that she's doing better and better every day.

Monday, September 8, 2008

Who Are You, and What Have You Done with August?

Where were we?

Since I have no idea where we left off (ok, I read the posts, but before that) I'm going to start somewhere. Mike bought the audio book of Jack Kerouac's "On the Road" recently and has made it to disk 3, so I've been listening to it in the car on my way to and from work so that I can catch up with him.

It is blowing my mind to think that the people in the book are people of my grandparents' generation. The urgency of youth is both enviable and sweetly naive. The rhythm of the prose is like the works of a ticking wooden clock, moving at a staccato clip and glinting with curious and unexpected little jewels. It's funny to be driving through the Napa Valley in the cool mornings, smelling fermentation happening, following grape gondolas and teams of dark and serious workers, and simultaneously hearing Kerouac's romantic rendering of the October mists of Fresno and his holy communion with dirt while picking cotton in the Big Valley.

Apropos of nothing, here are ten things I like right now:

My Grandma and Grandpa (I'm not counting that, because that is a different level of love than the things below)

Whole Foods
Bumble and Bumble Curl Conscious Conditioner and Creme (but it's stupidly expensive for conditioner)
Dr. Hauschka Mascara
Pixie
Mark Helprin's Books (when is he going to write a new one?)
The New Best Recipe cookbook
Mother Jones Magazine (Wow- where has this been my adult life? The last I remember, this was a grow-your-own type of rag in the 70s. The cover this month with George Bush as the melting Witch of the West is damn funny.)
Dooce.com
Sea Wolf

Just a totally random list of things I could think of quickly. No links, look 'em up yourself.

Oh yeah, and caffeine. Dude! I haven't had any caffeine to speak of for years, and Sunday I had a very dainty regular espresso in my favorite fashion, which is to say with a tiny dab of sugar and half-and-half. (In Healdsburg, where we went to a new shop called 14 feet- faboo). It was incredibly delicious, and I had such a nice time. I came home and organized my entire office, including the closet. I knew it was dangerous when I craved another hit the first thing the next morning, so I will avoid it again for a while.

This is my week for doctor and dentist check-ups, and then next Tuesday I am SO EXCITED to be going to a member preview at the spanking new Academy of Sciences. I have been waiting for this ever since they closed the Steinhart at the park.

This is it for now...need to see what my little dog is doing snuffling under the bed....

It's good to be back!