"She refused to be bored, chiefly because she wasn't boring." Zelda Fitzgerald

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

A Hair Raising Tale: My Long Hair Goal

Me, with braid waves, 2007


The only really good hair shot I have of 2008

A light blow-dry job...mostly straightened...2009

Very early 2010....natural waves.
Sometimes its the simple things that make my day. Sunday I asked A to trim my hair. I'd been trying to grow it out with my goal being lush, even and hip length. Well, after a long period of accidentally skipping having it trimmed: lots of busy craziness, wild schedules, pregnancy and then birth, house shopping, lots of travel, moving....etc. There was just not a lot of hair trimming going on. I kept the boys trimmed and just kept putting mine up and planning to do it later.

Then I noticed that my hair, albeit a bit neglectfully, had reached my goal length and was indeed down to my hips. I still had in mind to trim it up nicely so that it looked more full and healthy, then I was all unsure. So, I waffled for a couple of months about whether to leave it and hope it grew in thicker and nicer looking eventually or trim it off where it was healthy and lush.
EEK!!! My at my most unhealthy (and yet longest) look in years...a couple of months ago.
I waited and I tried to love it just because it was longer, but I couldn't do it. And so, A finally weilded the scissors for me and gave it the old snip snip. And now...I can't stop touching it! It feels so silky and healthy and full.



I will still be working on growing it out, but this time I'll try to not ignore those maintence trims I need to keep it even and healthy looking. I love ultra-long, but I have to have it look healthy or I start to feel really shabby and won't wear my hair down. As soon as I'm wearing my hair up everyday, I know its time to give it a little more attention.

If you're interested in caring for your hair more carefully or maybe even growing it out yourself, you should check out one of my favorite sites on the subject: The Long Hair Loom, chock full of long haired ladies who are loaded with tips for healthy hair care. Have you ever oiled your hair? Slept on a satin pillowcase? Pitched your bobbypins? Braided your hair at night? They can tell you all about those healthy hair tidbits and more. I've learned a lot and hope to power on and eventually get to my thick, full even hip length goal.
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Monday, November 8, 2010

Virtual Cooking Lessons: Potato Soup

Virtual cooking lessons? You bet!

A month or two ago, a friend contacted me long-distance and said that she was thinking fondly about how I'd been cooking mentor to a young pal, but sighing over our geographic separation.  So, she thought she'd broach a crazy idea with me...what about doing basic cooking lessons long distance together?

I thought it it was genius. So, there she and I are on our second month together and A said, "Why not take this live and let others join in?" And here we are. In email form I'll be covering two recipes a month, things I feel should be part of any cook's canon. I've decided to share only one recipe a month here as I don't want to end up with an unwieldy post that leaves you scrolling down for years.

Feel free to observe, cook along, report on your cooking experience, pipe up with your own tips on the topic or just enjoy the photos and salivate. Dig in!

Its soup season so, we're going to make a good creamy potato version part of our canon! This is my own hurried jotting down of my mom's standard potato soup. Its fairly quick to make, has no strong flavors and so suits all palates and its wonderfully thrifty to make! I hope you like it as well as I do. I have a very soft spot for it in my soul.

When I was a naughty little tyke and said I didn't like soup...I meant that I didn't like any other soups...just this one. We always ate it with a sleeve of Saltine crackers for dipping into our bowls. I still serve it that way to my own boys but for grownups a few dinner rolls, biscuits or a nice loaf of bread with butter would be a warm accompaniment.




Classic Potato Soup

5 medium potatoes, peeled and diced
1 carrot, diced
1 onion, peeled and diced
1/3 c. of heavy cream
1 T of butter or bacon fat
2 1/2 t. salt
4 c. water
1 t. dried parsley

First, melt the butter or bacon fat in a saucepan over medium heat. When it is nice and melted but not smoking or snapping yet, add the onion and the carrot, no need to peel the carrot...just chop it up and throw it in. Stir to make sure that the mixture doesn't stick to the bottom of the pan and wait to move on until the onion is translucent.

Next you add the 4 cups of water...which will cool the whole mixture down a bit so I sometimes turn up the heat to medium high...although you have to watch to make sure that it doesn't boil raucously. Once you have the water in the pot...add the diced potatoes. You can cut up your potatoes in generous, hearty hunks to fill your spoon robustly or you can cut them into dainty little cubes just because you like to see them marching in diminutive evenness down the cutting board. Whatever you like. It really is about how you like it best.

Once the potatoes are in, give it a good stir and then cover the pot and let the mixture heat up. Once you can tell its starting to simmer and steam nicely, uncover it and begin to stir occasionally and watch for the potatoes to be done. You're ready for the next stop when the potatoes are tender. You can use a fork to poke them, a knife to spear them or you can scoop a cube out of the pot and burn your tongue testing its mettle with your own teeth.

After your potatoes feel tender, take a potato masher (like you use to make mashed potatoes) and squish the soup, right in the pot. Again, there's no real rule for how much squishing would be enough, its about how smooth versus how lumpy you like potato soup. Some people like a velvet broth, and some (like me!) want a portion of chewable little bits in there for interest. Do whatever you like. Make sure to stir after mashing so that you can see how the texture of the soup is feeling as a whole, and mix the water with the potatoes and thus avoid any burning. This is a good time to make sure that the burner is back on medium...no more.

Once you have the texture you like then I often stir it over the heat and let it cook for another 2-3 minutes to be sure its nice and thick. After the consistency is where you want it, add the heavy cream, the salt and stir to mix. Taste it to be sure that the flavor is right...you may want more salt. Then add the dried parsley...mix it in and serve it up. We always have ours with a pat of butter melting on top of every bowlful.



If potato soup is old hat or you just feel like something different I sometimes add:

  • grated cheese (Gruyere, sharp cheddar or smoked cheeses are lovely)
  • some cooked salmon chunks and dill
  • freshly chopped chives
  • chicken
  • sausage
  • ham 
  • bacon

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Just popping back on to add that I've now received a few other brilliant suggestions for additions:
  • sweet corn
  • fresh green beans
  • crab
  • lobster
  • clams
  • kielbasa
  • and my grandmother and mama both did a budget variation with hot dog slices (which sounds totally horrible and my husband A recoils over, but it was totally deluxe to me as a kid)
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    Friday, November 5, 2010

    Poetry Friday: A Laundry Poem

    Today, a laundry poem that I chuckled while writing, because I am working on my own mountain between attacking the last of the last of the moving boxes. And we all need a little touch of comic relief + heroism now and then, don't we? Sometimes it is just the thing.




    Joan of D’ark and Dirty

    Laundry is the great monster
    Mommy wrestles; her eternal foe.
    Every day, long tentacles flailing from the
    Hamper, dripping ooze in the form of
    Socks and spotted onesies, by the pound.
    She hacks at it, vigorously sorting its many limbs
    Into piles: whites, darks, reds.
    She rises periodically from the latest fray,
    Ceremoniously mounting the stairs,
    A badge of crisp pillowcase on her arm.
    She strategizes the endless new advance,
    Not faltering in the face of the grim smells
    Of covert hand grenades the enemy leaves
    Moldering in the depths of the diaper bag.
    We are polished, lest the monster take our very skins
    And admonished sternly of his wily ways
    She sprays over us her protective elixirs:  
    Tide (jumbo, extra concentrated)
    And Shout, in little rhythmic squirts.
    Laundry sometimes roars and beats Its chest
    Rattling the floorboards with the throaty,
    Conquering cry of a monster that has
    Boldly taken our last dish towel to his bowels.  
    But, Mommy rallies with a Monday morning war cry.
    There is a great clanging of machine lids and
    The sound of lusty Patsy Cline yodeling from the basement
    And before we know it, Laundry is only a simpering
    Trio of washcloths and a single pair of underwear
    Slinking there behind the dryer hose.  


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