Should I resurrect this thing? I wonder.
Norcal Katie has been posting some honest thoughts lately. It's making me wonder if I should not do the same.
Saturday, September 14, 2013
Thursday, August 1, 2013
|Two of the three sisters, beans and corn|
Although it's only the first of August, I can feel the autumn approaching. Now is the time of plenty in the garden: the garlic is harvested and curing, cucumbers are everywhere, blueberries coming ripe, tomatillos galore, tomatoes turning red on the vine, uncountable numbers of ground cherries, peppers red and hot, kale getting a second wind. The greenhouse is pretty organized for the first time EVER, too. I'm fast approaching that time of year that is my favorite: inside while storms rage beyond the walls, enjoying the saved bounty from the garden, and planning the next year's.
That corn, up there, is heirloom hopi blue corn. This is the first year that I'll actually have a crop, since the deer have destroyed three previous years' worth. This year, though, I got smart: I built a fence around the raised bed that the corn (and beans, and squash: the Three Sisters) is in. And the deer haven't made a dent. Anyway, this year I planted a full 4'x12' bed with the Three Sisters, and there is a LOT of corn out there now. What, you ask, am I going to do with the ~40 ears of corn that are maturing out there?
Why, I'm going to make corn flour. This involves a fun technique called "nixtamalization". Basically, it's as follows:
- Harvest the corn. This is going to be interesting in and of itself, since I need to let the kernels dry on the cobs.
- Cook the kernels in limewater. This loosens the outer hulls and makes the corn more digestible.
- Rub the hulls off. This results in hominy! Yes, hominy, from which we make grits.
- Grind the kernels. This results in masa, aka corn flour.
That's one of the great things I've found about gardening, in general: there is always something new to learn, something new to try, and without fail it's satisfying.
Tuesday, July 2, 2013
Tonight I had a bit of a laugh. I logged into linkedin.com, the "social" website for professionals looking to just maintain job connections and whatnot. It's now announcing "people you might know", just as I remember facebook used to. Who was the first person on the list? None other than the original female half of Kiss'n'Blog, back before she left (in 2006, maybe?). T, the male side, and A, the female side of that blog, were very kind to me back then, when I was in the turmoil of a difficult breakup. I used to frequent their blog all the time. Then she moved on, and he morphed it into his own vision, and we all kind of drifted into something new. It's little things like this that make me realize that it's time to move on again, from where I am. Becoming nostalgic is not a good thing.
Thursday, September 13, 2012
I get email: The cliffnotes version of my journey is that I have been attempting to stave off a complete mental breakdown for the last few years. During my good days I am functioning but all too often my grip is tenuous and I am lucky to 'mark time' hoping no one will notice how checked out I am. What an odd coincidence that you retreat from FB because of the facade it requires. Indulging in that bizarre fantasy world is exactly what I crave ~ Fake it 'til you make it. FB is therapy in a way. Well, that and mind-numbing sudoku puzzles. That from someone I love dearly, and have been remiss keeping up with. I am taking steps to open up lines of help for her. I'm not certain what I'm doing anymore. Things did seem more certain when that girl and I were laughing at the world 20 years ago. Work, sleep, eat, work sleep eat, work sleep eat, work sleep eat work sleep eat. In other news, I've been following you all, despite what you may think. I'm a lurker supreme.
Thursday, July 5, 2012
Monday, June 25, 2012
I moved away from my hometown at an interesting age. I was 41. I didn't realize how established relationships/friendships are by that time, so here I am, five years later, without a social circle, which I've only just realized (for a variety of mundane reasons). How does one go about rebuilding a circle of friends at the age of 46?