Sunday, August 24, 2008

Homeland and Other Stories

I finished this about two weeks ago and haven't taken it back to the library yet. Oops! But I wanted to have it on hand to blog about.
I've been a fan of Barbara Kingsolver since I got Animal, Vegetable, Miracle and was happy to hear that she had done some short stories. I really enjoyed this collection, though I'm worried I can't come up with anything more insightful than what's on the back of the book! Stories included in this collection are:
  • Homeland
  • Blueprints
  • Covered Bridges
  • Quality Time
  • Stone Dreams
  • Survival Zones
  • Islands on the Moon
  • Bereaved Apartments
  • Extinctions
  • Jump-up Day
  • Rose-Johnny
  • Why I Am a Danger to the Public

I like short stories in general because I love when an author can successfully establish characters, settings and tone in such an efficient format. None of the stories were plot-heavy; there isn't a lot happening, but they are well-written and compelling. I liked all of the stories because they include realistic, well-rounded, relatable characters. The girls and women in her stories don't have perfect lives, and in many cases, they are making hard life choices and enduring hardships in a way that has you quietly rooting for them as you read.

The stories I liked best were Homeland, which can't be described better than on the back of the book ("a child accepts the impossible responsibility of remembering her Cherokee great-grandmother's dying culture); Quality Time, a captured moment in time with a single mother and her precocious, mature young daughter, and Stone Dreams, where a discontent wife and mother, killing time with a lover, working up the will to define and pursue the live she really wants to live.

One of the next things I want to read is Kingsolver's book of essays... but first, I have to drop this off at the library!

Monday, August 18, 2008

Anyone Need Tomatoes?

I'm finally starting to see the fruits of my labors, literally! In my one tiny patch of yard next to my shed, the one little tiny spot that gets a bit of sun, I've managed to grow tomatoes. Lots of tomatoes!


Possibly a few too many tomatoes.

I'm planning on making gazpacho, homemade salsa, tomato pie, and probably lots of tomato sandwiches. Matt told me I sounded like Bubba Gump duing dinner tonight, with all my talk of the things I could do with our mini-crop. This is exactly the kind of success I needed, and now I'm terribly excited about trying again next year, for the next couple of years, and my next home, my next yard, my big sunny spot for a real garden one day.

Little Dan!

I must admit, I'm terribly jealous of Matt's brother and his girlfriend. They are both chefs, and both actively participating in the persuit of their passion, in a way I could only dream of being brave enough to do. They met in Colorado, considered California, moved to New York, and now have journeyed to Spain for a little less than a year. (I don't know how they'd feel about my giving too many of their personal details, so I'll refrain.)

They were in town for the past two weeks, so we did some family dinners: one at Matt's grandmother's/mother's
one at Aunt Gloria's, and last Friday Matt and I took Dan and Kim to Pazo for dinner. I was very pleased that they seemed to like Pazo... I really like it there and would've been heartbroken if they didn't like it! And Saturday, Matt picked them up, took them to the airport, and off they went on a great adventure in a different country. Did I meantion that I'm jealous? Well, I'm also terribly happy for them and wish them both lots of luck and love and I look forward to seeing them soon!
Hopefully, in Spain.

Thursday, July 31, 2008

That Bob

Every time Bob texted me this week, I'd return a variation of Sorry Busy Work Can't Later Stressed Working Late Still No Sorry. I don't remember whether I sent him anything like that today, but while I was sorry-stressed-busy-working, a little vase of roses lowered onto my desk in front of me, then a smoothie from Panera... and there was That Bob. He was worried about me and had the day off, so he came to visit in the early afternoon and was my calm presence while I finished and sent a proposal, and my dining partner at ESPN Zone, and then my company while I worked on a report at home.

Apparently one of those texts he sent me promised he's make me feel better. And he's right, he did.

Wednesday, July 30, 2008

This Morning, I Saw a Gray Stray Tabby...

...the little kitty was creeping around the Educate building and I wanted to park my car and dash after him, clean him and feed him and take him home. But I know I can't do that unless I plan to keep him forever, so I just watched his lean little body from my car and hoped that there is some soft heart in the city who leaves food out for him every night.

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Matt's out of town again this week, in St. Louis. Somehow, this week has been easier than last, even though I went out with Carlos on Tuesday and had a party at work Thursday night. Carlos and I saw "The Dark Knight" which was more along the lines of the types of superhero movies I can appreciate: mysterious and bleak with imperfect characters and a realistic ending. I'll likely go see it again with Matt this weekend.

The Planit party was tolerable. The food wasn't very good, and I probably only had one glass of wine all night. I stayed until the majority of my clients had left, disentangled myself from the admirer from the office next door, and went home around 9pm. Matt got home later that night; it was probably the first night last week that I slept well.

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Last Saturday, we visited Walt's produce stand, then went to a cookout at Jeff & Lacey's. It had been a while since we've seen them, and some other old co-workers I hadn't seen in a while. Carlos, of course, was there too. Long time no see! Seeing Carlos always makes me happy. :)

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On Monday morning, I dropped Matt off at the airport and got to work about an hour early. I went home and made caponata for dinner and watched Volver and went to bed later than I should have. Last night, I went to Michael's on my way home and bought size eight circular needles for a shirt I want to knit, then started a swatch while watching Auntie Mame, finishing a dozen rows of 30 stitches each... and some pomegranate ice cream. Lovely!

Monday, July 21, 2008

Just Too Tired

It was one of those nights where it wasn't just that I had trouble falling or staying asleep, but I couldn't fall asleep. I just laid in bed with my mind swirling for hours, then read a bit, then did some puzzles, then went to the bathroom, then got a snack, then laid back in bed for a few more hours. As is often the case when this happens, I fell asleep in between the time Matt's alarm went off and my alarm followed. Thus, I didn't get to take him to the airport, and I wasn't asleep enough to hit the "snooze" button as often as I normally do, so I got up and threw on some jeans and went to work early.

The funny thing is, by the time I finished my blueberry bagel, it was time for lunch with my old boss, J. She seems to be doing well, and I'm a bit envious of her career and family and, well, activity. But that may be because I'm just too tired to fathom that in my own life right now.

I had planned to go to Whole Foods after work, but was still just too tired. I did, however, go to the library (I got some decorating books and Homeland by Barbara Kingsolver) then home, where I pattered a bit listlessly in the garden, then heated leftovers for dinner, then rearranged tables in the living room. I need some end tables. I don't think I'd like anything too structured, but I need something that can store a ton of magazines, a few books, a notebook, a pen, and have room for a glass of water on top. I'm thinking of some nesting tables from Crate & Barrel or mini trunks or drums. I like the idea of something small and round. Or not. Maybe something unexpected. Or just a better magazine rack than the basket I'm using, with a ledge for a drink. I'm starting to understand people who get sets of furniture from The Room Store, though that's never been my thing. I probably see an antiquing day in Matt's future. I don't know. I'm just too tired to think about it.

I think I'll go to bed!

Sunday, July 20, 2008

In Defense of Food

As mentioned in my previous post, I just finished reading In Defense of Food by Michael Pollan. The premise, oversimplified, is right on the cover of the book: Eat food. Not too much. Mostly plants. It sounds simple, but when Pollan challenges you to consider how many "edible food-like substances" have made their way into grocery stores, you get an idea of how a Western diet gets in the way of your ability to "Eat food."

The first section of the book delves into the process by which our food has lost much of its integrity, how constantly shifting opinions of scientists have unintentionally divorced us from more simple traditional, healthy cooking and eating habits; food manufacturers jumped at opportunities to engineer cheaper, more artificial and addictive foods; and food marketers have thrown unimaginable amounts of money into pulling shoppers towards the middle of American grocery stores, towards brightly colored packages touting the health benefits of all of the additives inserted into foods that had been stripped of them from constant engineering. American food culture has been changing: more than once per generation, and not for the better.

At some point and for whatever reason, we stopped looking at whole foods and trusting in their innate complexities, and we started focusing on nutrients. Pollan cites the 1977 case where the Senate Select Committee on Nutrition and Human Needs issued guidelines meant to address the rise in diet-related chronic diseases. Their recommendation to reduce consumption of meat and dairy was met with so much criticism from red meat and dairy industries, that the Senator heading the committee quickly replaced their original recommendation to "choose meats, poultry and fish that will reduce saturated fat intake." Never mind that the recommendation about dairy was dropped; note that they suddenly single out a nutrient, proclaim it bad, and do not single out a food group. And the Senator was later voted out of office. Do you think any government official will stick his neck out for that subject again? (Skinny Bitch had a chapter recommending the eater "trust no one." Sounds familiar.)

So now we talk about food parts: fiber and vitamins and fats (good and bad). And science constantly shifts the winds of favor for one versus the other. Remember when margarine was supposed to be better for you than butter? Or baby formula just as good as breast milk? Just wait until science discovers another nutrient that formula has gone without for so many years. In the meantime, they are busy genetically engineering peaches to produce more and be more disease resistant, likely at the cost of taste and nutrition. Coca-Cola will probably end up with an organic, vitamin-added soda. THIS DOES NOT MAKE IT HEALTH FOOD!!

The second section is about the specific ills of the Western diet as compared to traditional diets in other parts of the world. The problem? Other parts of the world are adopting a more Western diet, and Western diseases are following. I wish there were a brake I can pull to stop it. Just a week or so ago, the New York Times had an article about the rise of the hamburger in Paris. NO!! How are we going to turn this around if other countries are following our bad lead?

Frankly, some of the above-mentioned reading is laborious (and considering my recent predilection for food-related books, repetitive), so while I do recommend this book, I will say that the third part is the must-read: getting over "Nutritionism" and escape from the Western diet. In the interest in not rewriting the book, I'll paraphrase the author's suggested rules of thumb:
  • Don't eat anything your great-grandmother wouldn't recognize as food. Take Twinkies... they are a cake that is incapable of rotting. EW!
  • Avoid products that contain ingredients that are unfamiliar, unpronounceable, more that five in number, or are high-fructose corn syrup.
  • Avoid products that make health claims. Potato chips that claim to be heart-healthy probably aren't as healthy as the carrots in the corner, which are sitting around without packaging.
  • Shop out the grocery stores when you can, and in the perimeter as much as possible. Yes, my local produce guy uses Miracle Grow. But I'm eating food that was produced less than a mile from my house, and I KNOW that it's in season.
  • Eat mostly plants, especially leaves.
  • You are what "what you eat" eats, too. That is why I buy less meat, but invest in that which is "formerly happy."
  • If you have the space, buy a freezer. Buy good stuff in bulk and freeze it.
  • Eat like an omnivore. Diversity on your plate is a good thing.
  • Eat well-grown food from healthy soil.
  • Eat wild food when you can.
  • Eat more like the French/Italians/Japanese/Indians/Greeks... not just what they eat, but how they eat it.
  • Regard nontraditional foods with skepticism.
  • Don't look for the magical bullet in the traditional diet. Think of cumulative goodness.
  • Have a glass of wine with dinner. You don't have to tell me twice. Bring on the red!
  • Pay more, eat less. Go for quality, eat slower, stop eating when you are full, not when your plate is empty.
  • Eat meals. Three of them, and not in your car. It's a great way to civilize your kids.
  • Do all of your eating at a table.
  • Don't get your fuel from the same place your car does.
  • Try not to eat alone.
  • Cook and, if you can, plant a garden.
I love that the Amazon.com listing of what others bought include The Art of Simple Food (which I am slowly savoring) and that he thanked Alice Waters in his acknowledgements. I'm seeing a lot of her name in my reading, as well as Barbara Kingsolver's (I loved Animal, Vegetable, Miracle).

So there you have it, long and short. Eat food. Not too much. Mostly plants.