An Architectural Affront

That's what I thought about that house that I posted on Sunday and asked your opinions on.

I'm not given to really strong statements like that. Generally speaking, I'm pretty chill about doing what works for you. But that house? That house actually upset me.

Here's why.

It is a house that is aggressively out of place in its natural environment. It's a dark concrete house in a desert. There is no desert culture on Earth that has ever lived in a dark dwelling. And why is that? Because the house will absorb the excessive sunlight and be unlivable.

Unless, of course, a person plans to spend all of his or her time at home in air conditioning. Which I must assume the dweller of this house will, seeing as there are no windows to open on the front of the house. Those dark squares are actually garage doors.

There are a (very) few windows, but they're all around back. And it doesn't look as if they are able to be opened, anyway.

Do you see something else that's missing here on the front of the house?

There is no obvious door on the street side of the house. Plus there's an industrial-looking gate to block vehicle access from the street. All of which means that this is a house where visitors are not only not welcomed, but actively repelled.

So the builder of this house chose to build a house that thumbs its nose (so to speak) not only at the natural environment around it, but at the community in which it is located. And by so doing, has rejected the collective inherited knowledge and cooperation that has allowed humans to survive in all sorts of environments for centuries.

Am I reading too much into a house? Probably. Most likely whoever designed and commissioned this house didn't think about these things at all. (Which is its own problem, honestly.)

So now you know why I had such a strong reaction to this house. At least I know what I would never build myself given unlimited funds and the opportunity.

T.T.: Consider the Crepe

Like many families, we have a tradition of various pancakes or waffles topped with butter and maple syrup on Sundays. It's the after-church second breakfast/treat for our children. 

Over the years, we've done sourdough waffles, buckwheat pancakes or waffles, regular (all-purpose flour) waffles or pancakes, and a type of johnnycake with cornmeal made in pancake form that my children call Fudge Bunnies (long story).

But right now, the winner is crepes a la Daddy, and I consider this to be a really good option.  Here's why.

Standard all-purpose flour pancakes or waffles are really not very good nutritionally. Making those and then covering them in syrup is more or less like eating dessert in the morning. Not that I am opposed to that for children occassionally, but on a more regular basis, I prefer to give my kids something a bit more nutrient-dense as their maple syrup vehicle.

Buckwheat flour is a pretty good option, as it has a higher protein content than wheat flour and doesn't result in quite as much of a sugar spike and crash. We used buckwheat flour regularly when we lived in New York--where buckwheat flour is still grown and available locally--but ordering it here is much more expensive.

Crepes are something A. used to make sometimes, because he prefers them to regular pancakes himself. A crepe, if you didn't know, is a very, very thin type of pancake. The traditional French recipes--I think, although of course I'm not French--include more eggs and milk than flour, and no sugar. This is the type of crepe A. makes. The ratio of protein-heavy ingredients to flour makes for a much more filling breakfast, without so much of a carbohydrate hit. 

As a bonus, the crepes don't soak in the syrup like regular pancakes do, so you use a lot less of the syrup.

Maple syrup is obviously not French and is not a traditional topping for crepes, which are supposed to be rolled up around something like jam or sweetened fruits. However, my kids are accustomed to maple syrup and the crepes are our substitute for the more traditional pancakes, so I just serve them like pancakes.

So are you ready to make some crepes? Good! Here's the recipe straight from the horse's mouth. The horse in this case being A.

That didn't sound right.

Anyway. Here's what he does.

Crepes a la Daddy

Ingredients

8 eggs

2.5 cups milk, plus more if needed

2 cups flour

1/8 teaspoon salt

butter for the cooking

Method

Whisk all the ingredients together in a large bowl until well combined. The batter should be very thin, about the consistency of heavy cream. If it's not that thin, add more milk until it is. 

If possible, let the batter rest for awhile in the refrigerator, even overnight, but you can cook them immediately. 

Put a small piece of butter in a very large skillet--A. uses our 14-inch cast-iron skillet--and heat over medium-high heat until the butter is starting to brown a bit. The skillet should be non-stick. Either an actual non-stick skillet, or a very well-seasoned cast-iron skillet. 

Using a 1/4 cup measuring cup, pour batter into the hot pan and tilt the pan around to spread the batter out very thinly. Cook until the bottom of the crepe has brown spots all over, then flip with a spatula. Be careful when you flip--these are delicate and can tear pretty easily. 

A. tells me that when he makes the crepes with store-bought eggs, they are much more tender and harder to roll up without tearing. The eggs from our chickens make a crepe that holds together better, I guess.

Cook until brown on the other side, then transfer to a plate and keep in a warm oven as you cook the rest of the crepes.

There are hundreds of filling options for crepes. When I ate them, I preferred sour cream and jam. My children, of course, prefer butter and maple syrup. 

Because these have no sugar, they could also be used with savory fillings, though I've never tried that.

Let's close this out with some crepe beauty shots that I captured while the master was at work.

Pour . . .

Tilt . . .

Perfect.

Snapshots: Tomatoes!

We'll start right off with the big excitement: There are tomatoes in the ground. Outside.

Specifically, there are 25 tomato plants outside under milk cartons.

It's a bit shocking how quickly I can accumulate 25 milk cartons.

The milk cartons are essential, because we are definitely not past our last freeze date. Just ask the poor asparagus.

 

Bowed and defeated.

When I went out last week and saw the asparagus hanging like that, I have to admit I stood there staring at them for more than a minute, puzzling over what could have happened to them. After a couple of minutes, I had the very delayed lightbulb realization: "Oh yeah. It was 25 degrees last night. They froze."

Bummer. I'm sure the roots are okay. At least, I hope they are.

 

Switching topics . . . we're going to be in Tucson in June for my brother-in-law's memorial service. Since all six of us are going, we have to take the dogs with us. These are not dogs that will be okay in a kennel. They will not be okay if we are not here. So they have to come with us. 

I thought two adults, four children, and two feral dogs might be a bit much at my parents' house, where my brother and his family will be, as well as my sister and niece. It seemed wise for us to find our own lodgings. 

So to Airbnb I went, for the first time in my life. I found a very cool house to rent--a ranch house on 15 acres, no less--but completing the transaction required me to take a photo for the host to view. To make sure I'm a real person, I guess.

So then I had to have A. take my picture, which does not ever happen. So it's a photo of me definitely in my natural state. Although I did remove my dirty fleece and take my hair out of its very messy bun.

It doesn't matter what I look like, though, because I have the world's cutest accessory on my hip.

Who could resist renting a house to that face? (I refer to Poppy's face, of course, not mine.)

Speaking of Tucson, on one of our daily walks around my parents' neighborhood when I was there a couple of weeks ago, we saw this house being built. I had an immediate and visceral reaction to it, but I won't tell you what it was, because I'm interested to hear what your immediate reaction to it might be.

First thing you think when you see this: GO.

And there you have it! My life, snapshotted.

A Special Saturday Snapshots

I have so many photos this week, I decided to post some of them today. These are all from an adventure we went on when A.'s dad and his wife were staying with us last weekend.

There is a ghost town about 40 minutes from our house that has a maintained church and only a couple of long-abandoned houses left. It's technically located on a private ranch, but we have permission to go there.

So we did.

The town was there long before the ranch. It's one of the old Spanish settlements. I'm not sure exactly how long a town as been there, but certainly at least 150 years. It's in a pretty spectacular setting.

Not too crowded.

There were lots of interesting rocks in this particular spot.

The church, as I mentioned, is maintained by a group organized by Jack's teacher. Her aunt and uncle were the last people to live here. They left in the 1970s.

I always marvel at the devoutness of a people who lived a subsistence lifestyle, but managed decorations like this in their tiny churches. There are many, many examples of this around here.

There are some old cars left around. I can't imagine how rough a ride it must have been on the dirt track into this place in the 1950s.

There is also a stream nearby--which of course is why there was a settlement here--and we played there for awhile.

Poppy went across the rocks many times with the help of A.

The boys, meanwhile, built a dam with their grandfather, to make a pool for the cows that wander around here.

The trees in the stream had big tangles of grass and branches wrapped around them, evidence of flooding at some point. In one of these tangles, Cubby spied an antler wrapped around a tree.

This, of course, must be rescued. Eventually, it was freed from the mud and grass.

It was a big one: five points.

And then Cubby hauled it back to the van. Luckily, it was fairly dry, and therefore not too heavy.

We had a picnic snack while Cubby and Calvin* climbed up to the cliff, with Jasper as their watchdog.

And then we all piled in Adventure Van and headed home.

Adventure Van in its natural habitat.

And there you have it! My life, snapshotted.

* The middle son has finally learned of his blog name, and objected to it. So he will be Calvin from now on. Appropriate, given his affinity with the highly intelligent yet mischievous boy in Calvin and Hobbes.

Friday Food: Workin' Hard for the Money

Actually I was working so much this week not really for the money, but for the other teacher's aide, who had knee surgery last week. So I worked Monday through Thursday. That's why there are a lot of leftovers and ground-beef-based meals coming up.

Friday 

Short version: Carnitas tacos, chocolate-dipped peanut butter balls

Long version: I re-discovered one of the big pork roasts given to me by the school cook at Thanksgiving that had gotten into the bottom of meat freezer. Those are much leaner than a pork butt or something, which is what I would typically make carnitas with, but I made it work by frying the shredded pork in a LOT of rendered tallow. Because the roast doesn't make enough fat for frying.

Not as good as pork butt carnitas, but there were homemade tortillas to compensate.

A.'s dad and his wife were staying with us this weekend, which is why we had a dessert on a day that was not Sunday. These peanut butter balls are a reliable hit.

I mean, unless your guests are allergic to peanut butter. That would not be good.

Incidentally, I use this recipe, but I definitely don't need the whole amount of chocolate chips. I made a recipe and a half this time, but used the original quantity of chocolate chips, and it was just enough with a little scraping of melted chocolate left over. Maybe because I melt the chips and dip the balls into a small canning jar rather than a shallower bowl? Dunno. But just a little tip for you there to save you some leftover melted chocolate if you make these.

Saturday

Short version: Spaghetti and meatballs, roasted peppers and onions, green salad with ranch dressing

Long version: Our guests brought me the peppers. Roasted peppers and onions and meatballs are some of my very favorite additions to a salad. Yum.

Sunday

Short version: Steaks, boiled potatoes, pureed calabaza, frozen peas, peach and blueberry non-crisp with maple whipped cream

Long version: Steaks definitely in the plural. I cooked ten steaks, and we ate all but one. They were pretty small steaks, but still. That's a lot of steak.

The potatoes were also brought by our guests. They were a waxier variety than the Russets we normally buy--something like Yukon Golds--and made very good boiled potatoes. They were pretty small, so I just halved them, boiled them until tender, drained, and added butter, salt, and pepper.

The calabaza was a couple of bags from the freezer that I pureed in the food processor while I had it out making breadcrumbs and so on. I find the calabaza a bit stringy--something like spaghetti squash, the texture of which I don't really care for--so I really prefer to puree the cooked squash. 

My planned crisp for dessert ended up definitely not crispy when the frozen peaches and blueberries released so many juices that they submerged the oat topping. Still tasted really good with the whipped cream, though.

I made most of this meal ahead, as we took a trip in the afternoon to a remote ghost town about thirty miles away. More photos coming Sunday, but here's a sneak peak.

The church has been maintained by a committee headed by Jack's teacher, who grew up here.

Monday

Short version: Pizza garlic bread, leftover pork, leftover squash, carrot sticks

Long version: Is it pizza? Is it garlic bread? Who knows. I had made garlic bread on Saturday, but I let it rise too long on the last rise, so it kind of deflated when I slashed it and the end result was a bit more dense than the usual garlic bread. So I decided to keep it for a kind of pizza later in the week. I also saved some of the pasta sauce for pizza sauce.

So! When I got home from work, I sliced the garlic bread horizontally, covered both pieces with sauce, then some asadero cheese from the freezer and baked it. Was it as good as real pizza? No. But it was certainly good enough, and the children were thrilled to be having pizza on a school day.

A. and I ate the leftover pork, fried in coconut oil, and the squash.

Tuesday

Short version: Sausage-y meatloaf, leftover boiled potatoes, curried cauliflower, sauteed green beans

Long version: I made the meatloaf mixture at the same time I was making the meatballs on Saturday. I used some of the ground beef, but it was mostly breakfast sausage that had been in the refrigerator. It was good, but not as good as the cauliflower.

Our guests brought me the cauliflower. I steamed the head whole, then took it out of the pot and sauteed some of the diced onion in coconut oil, then a bit of sweet curry powder. At that point, I put the now-cut-up cauliflower back in the pot, added salt and heavy cream, and mixed it all around until the cauliflower was coated in the sauce.

So good. I combined the saucy cauliflower, green beans, and meat all together and was very happy with my dinner.

Wednesday

Short version: Sorta-barbecue pulled pork, as sandwiches and not, green salad with ranch dressing

Long version: I didn't have any barbecue sauce, so I just put ketchup, mustard, vinegar, some tomato juice I drained off the tomatoes used for the meatball sauce, garlic powder, and maple syrup on the chopped leftover pork roast and simmered it all until the liquid was mostly gone and the pork was mostly soft.

The kids had that as sandwiches. A. had it with some cheese melted on it. They all had the salad.

I had salad with the last two leftover meatballs and half an avocado, brought, as I'm sure you guessed, by our guests. Everyone knows the going rate at the Going Country B&B: Fresh produce.

Thursday

Short version: Leftovers, cucumbers

Long version: Three children had scrambled eggs in tortillas with cheese, one had leftover sausage-y meatloaf and potatoes.

A. had the last of the pork, plus some scrambled eggs.

I had a salad.

Okay, your turn! What'd you eat this week?

T.T.: Save the Butter Wrappers!

Not that they're in danger of going extinct or anything, but they sure are useful.

Like many people, I used to buy non-stick spray. Handy stuff for baking, you know. My main use for it was greasing my bread pans when I baked bread. But I found the spray kind of annoying for two reasons.

One is that it's in a can that gets thrown out when the spray is gone. 

The other is that I could never remember to buy more when I ran out, because it was an infrequent purchase. So I found myself often not having it anyway, and then just greasing pans with butter. 

Which is how I decided it was really stupid to be buying a product for one purpose that produced trash when I already had something in the house that would work just as well. 

I'm not sure when the logical next step occurred, but eventually, I started saving all my butter wrappers for pan-greasing jobs. 

Because I leave my butter out on the counter right in the wrapper*, it usually has little bits of butter still on it when the stick is technically "gone." So I just fold the wrapper over (to contain the greasy butter part) and stick it in the butter compartment of my refrigerator door until the next time I need to grease a pan. 

When I need one, I take the wrapper out to warm up a bit--this takes about thirty seconds if I warm it in my hands--so it will spread properly, hold the buttered side down, and grease my pan without getting my hands all buttery.

Is it as fast and clean as using the spray? No. But it's less wasteful and the butter tastes better than the spray.

It also resulted in the amusing incident when my parents were visiting and looking for butter for their toast, only to encounter several empty wrappers in my refrigerator instead of sticks of butter. "Is this a joke?" asked my dad.

I explained. They understood.

I should note that this won't really work if you habitually keep your butter in the refrigerator, because cold butter comes cleanly off the wrapper and there won't be much left on there. You can still save a wrapper for greasing, though, and just use it with softened butter to keep your hand from getting greasy.

I don't have any photos of spent butter wrappers, because do you really want to see that? No. But perhaps you do want to see this photo of a GIANT old refrigerator sitting in an abandoned building in a very remote ghost town about half an hour from us. This place definitely never had electricity, so I must assume this refrigerator was propane-powered.

I can see why no one bothered carting this behemoth away.

Have a nice day.

* You may have figured out by now that I operate my kitchen at a strictly practical level. No fancy and aesthetically pleasing butter keepers grace my counters, I'm afraid.

Snapshots: The Toy Explosion

These are actually old photos that I took to illustrate my children's astonishing ability to spread their toys all over the house. Literally all over. The day I took these photos was a snow day some time ago when they were home playing all day. I think the only room that didn't have toys on the floor was maaaaybe their bathroom. And I can't swear to that, because there often are bath toys that have fallen on the floor in there.

Anyway. This is why I make them pick up every single night. Because otherwise, I wouldn't be able to walk without stepping on TinkerToys.

Behold, the toy creep.

Starting in the actual Toy Room, we have a . . . fort? Jail? Dunno. Something involving those Star Wars ships, though.

Moving out into the living room, where the TinkerToys have taken over.

Coming into the kitchen, where this malevolently smiley truck waits to be tripped over.

A rather extensive installation right in front of the woodstove.

And into the hallway, where some animals stand guard. Maybe they're readying themselves for an attack from that creepy truck?

There were more in Cubby's room, in my room, and who knows where else, but I think this illustrates the state of the house.

And there you have it! My life, snapshotted.