Monday, March 05, 2012

Today's Tofu



Once again, I'm here to sing praises to tofu.
(hmmmmm ---- have I yet spoken of tofu on this blog?)

Tofu (or 'dow-fu' as I've always called it - and still refer to it when not in mixed company*) ranks as one of my all-time favorite foods. I've been eating tofu all my life, and continue to buy and use it as a kitchen staple.

Sadly, for those who haven't been indoctrinated into the realm of soy curd aka soy cheese, tofu isn't considered a significant foodstuff. Rather, tofu is looked upon as a novel food and/or inconsequential to everyday diet.


Many who aren't familiar with eating tofu respond with 'what's the big deal?' after having their first taste of soy curd. To be sure, tofu doesn't taste like much. The flavor is subtle --- though I once ate soft tofu at a restaurant in Kyoto, Japan that specialized in tofu. This was a pricey but simple offering of tofu - which was made with sweet water from a local natural spring. The tofu was served cold, with a tiny bit of lite soy sauce and a few finely minced green onion over top. This tofu eating experience was otherworldly - and provided me with an even greater appreciation of the joy of having such a simple food in one's diet.


Delectable palate memory aside....

...back to those who 'don't care for tofu'. There are folks who react negatively to the smooth texture of tofu. No chew, no thrill for these folks. Soft tofu just about melts in your mouth. A delectable sensation on the palate to some, but not others. Melt in mouth but sans flavor - what's to like, right?

No taste.
Not much texture.

What tofu eating promises, other than being a healthy food choice, is that it can take on the flavor of whatever seasonings are added to it, whether the tofu is served cold or heated. It does adopt the taste of whatever sauce it is cooked in or served alongside.

But - I digress. This post was not meant to promote the culinary virtues of tofu to those who don't already love to eat it.
Rather, it is to offer a Helpful Household Hint about tofu to those who already like the stuff. This post is to introduce to those who haven't yet tried -
Frozen Reconstituted Tofu to Cook With.

First of all, buy a package of (firm) tofu and yes - go ahead - freeze it.
Once upon a time in my youth, when bacterial concerns were not paramount at my neighborhood corner mom n' pop grocery store -- Mom used to send me out to buy tofu by the pound, made fresh by the store owners - no containers!

The entire unopened package can be chucked into the freezer as is. I typically remove some - slice it or dice it into smaller chunks, put it into a freezer container and cover with fresh water before popping it into the freezer.

Freeze for at least 24 hours.
Then -
thaw out the block of frozen tofu. I use running water to knock off the larger chunks of ice surrounding the frozen block.
Once thawed, squeeze out excess water from the tofu. Use a little or a lot of pressure to squeeze, depending on how crumbly you want the tofu to be before using.
Slice or crumble the tofu.
Then proceed to cook with it.

When tofu has been frozen, then thawed - the texture changes dramatically.
It becomes ... almost ... meat-like.
Yup, you heard right.
Texture like meat, alright - but I won't go so far as to say it tastes like chicken.

True to the nature of tofu easily taking on seasonings put to it, the resulting post-freeze textural tofu still absorbs the flavor of whatever sauce is used on it or with it. More so, actually, as the sponge-like texture seems to readily take on even more seasoning flavor than pre-frozen tofu does.

I've added frozen/thawed/squooozed/crumbled tofu to pasta sauces, in lieu of ground meat. Sounds unorthodox and seems a bit weird - but the texture and flavor is quite good.

Better yet, previously frozen/thawed/squooozed/sliced, diced or crumbled tofu adds a delightful texture to stir-fry dishes. I sometimes combine it with meat, and am hard-pressed to notice the difference between the meat and tofu in the resulting dish. No foolin'.
Turns out that I actually prefer the tofu pieces. But then, I am crazy over tofu.

Reconstituted frozen tofu can even be sliced, breaded and lightly fried in a small amount of oil.

Here is one tasty recipe using frozen tofu.

There are plenty other recipes online to investigate. Just Google It.
 
Huzzah! Huzzah! for tofu that has been frozen and reconstituted for cooking!
A cheap eating thrill, indeedy. But a thrill nonetheless.

* mixed company = anyone who is does not speak/understand a few basic food items spoken in the Cantonese language. In Cantonese, 'tofu' is 'dow-fu'. Either way, it is YUM.




image of tofu package from http://www.thenibble.com/reviews/nutri/fruit/tofu-recipes2.asp


Friday, February 24, 2012

more things that (older) middle-aged ladies do...


back by popular demand ...
(yeah, right)


5) (older) middle-aged ladies ..... protect their faces from direct sunshine.


6) more often than not ..... choose 'sensible shoes'.

i won't go so far as to say that all, most or even some (older) middle-aged ladies in westernized civilizations do this, but I, for one, as an older middle aged lady...
7) no longer feel the need to buy self-help books.



(to be continued...)

Monday, February 13, 2012

SPITui!

i like blackberries.
sweet ripe blackberries.

in pie.
in smoothies.
or

mixed in with plain non-fat yogurt (add a little honey).

but i don't like
the
blackberry
nubs.

aka
seeds.

they are the stuff of SPITui!

so there.


Monday, January 23, 2012

GO!!!

Happy New Year of the Water Dragon!
Gung Hay Fot Choy. Sun Nien Fai Lok!



Friday, January 20, 2012

get set

This year, Chinese New Year (Lunar New Year) 4709 - begins on Monday, January 23, 2012.
The celebration begins that day and continues for two weeks.

When I was a kid growing up in San Francisco, CNY was BIG.
Bigger n' Christmas, it was.
Really.

That surprises a lot of people who know me but did not grow up in households that emphasized the importance of this holiday.


Where I live now is quite a bit of a stone's throw from where the bulk of Chinese New Year festivities take place. Every year, this fact always has me feeling a bit out of the celebratory loop.

However.
That doesn't stop me.
From getting excited.
And all geared up and ready
for
some good ol' fashioned ...

Gung Hay Fot Choy



image from:
http://www.foreigners-in-china.com/chinese-new-year-symbols.html

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

another fave-o-right thing

the 'Bag Cinch' by OXO.

it's DollinkHubby's new fave-o-right thing.

fact of the matter is ...


... DH is the one who tossed a 3-pack of Bag Cinches into our cart whilst shopping at Tar-Zhay last week.

and boyohboy is that man gaga over how well these little cinchy wonders work on our cello bags o' bread. but then, he is easily amused.

actually, the Bag Cinch does work very well indeed.
it's also cute as all get out.
as far as kitchen gadgetry goes, anyways.

i dare say, OXO Bag Cinches are even niftier than Chip Clips.





Friday, January 06, 2012

Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Christmas Tree Twinkle

It's the dreaded Twilight Zone Week between Christmas Cheer and New Year WhoKnowsWhat.

Yet my Christmas tree lights are still twinkling.
Ever bright.
During this (relatively) calm time - is when I enjoy the holidays most.
Even though
I do
inevitably
feel
a
little
post holiday
letdown.

Even so
I send an xo to all and to all a good night.


Clipart

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

these are a few of my fave-o-right things


i have Sharpie Marker luv.

yes.
i do.

some time back, somewhere around 10 years (imagine that?!?) ago ??!!??, i bought two sets of Sharpie pens from Costco.

a set of 24 assorted colors of this size:


and another variety pack of 24 colors of this size:

these two sets o' markers have been used more than any other markers i've purchased over the many years of the many decades.
why?
the simple quiet colorful beauty of the line of a Sharpie Marker pen, that's why.
the lush, deep dark color.
and the permanence factor.

they've been used for various artsy as well as all those practical projects - from coloring on ATCs to inking a gourd to create a faux Zuni vase to labeling all the plastic storage containers in the garage to ...

... and this is the ultimate true confession - to color the occasional white hairs that dared to sprout on my otherwise black tresses. this was ages ago, of course, when my hair started to show the occasional white strand. wanting to hide the offensive white root but not yet ready to succumb to dye jobs, i colored the whiteness with a black Sharpie marker. nowadays, a truckload of black Sharpies won't do the trick, and it's a full L'Oreal treatment, every 6 weeks. still in denial about the graying that comes with aging, but not with the help of Sharpie.

(no worries)

so
yes
i do
i really really do.

the bottom line is

i luvs me

some Sharpie Markers.



OMG.
there is a Sharpie Markers Official blog!

helpful Sharpie Marker hint of the day =
use a Sharpie to address all your envelopes, be they thoughtful sentimental cards and letters or those damnable bills that need to be paid. the ink on Sharpie-addressed envelopes will not bleed out if the outside surface of your letter happens to get wet from lawn sprinklers, puddles, heavy fog, drooling babies or seasonal rain/snow storms.



Sharpie Marker pen images from 
http://www.sharpie.com/enUS/Pages/Home.aspx

Tuesday, December 06, 2011

a plug

for Pandora internet radio.
There are other such online stations, but I'm doing very well by Pandora, thank you very much.

What's not to love about 'Creating your own stations' to listen to via computer/device/whatever.

One station I've been hooked on is my 'Cole Porter Radio' station.

Luv luv luv it.



Saturday, November 26, 2011

some things that (older) middle aged ladies do...

1) hold their own hands (more often than not, massaging one hand with the other).

2) talk to salespeople whilst getting rung up at the register - in conversation - as if they and the clerk were sitting down together for a nice chitchat over a cuppa - instead of having a brief customer-to-salesperson encounter.



3) carry tissue (aka Kleenex) in their pockets.

4) touch the skin at the throat of their neck.

(to be continued...)


Monday, November 21, 2011

what's up

'Doc'.

The story of John Henry Holliday.
written by Mary Doria Russell.

Best read at least on my bedside table in a long long while.
More so if you favor, as I do - the western genre in non-fiction/ historical fiction and tv/film.

Bonus: if you're a fan of the 1993 film 'Tombstone', you'll be visualizing Val Kilmer as Doc Holliday whilst reading this book.


Sure as shootin'.
 
P.S. 'I'm your huckleberry'.

Sunday, November 06, 2011

gal crush

i'm a gal with a Gal Crush on the character of Miriam Grant (played to perfection by Rosamund Pike) in this movie:



Barney's Version.

i also think it brilliant (and has to have been done purposely by the art director/wardrobe consultant) ~~ the use of the color teal/aqua/turquoise in Miriam's wardrobe to define and highlight Miriam's character.

Paul Giamatti never disappoints, and the rest of the cast is top-notch as well.


one word movie review: worthy.

Monday, October 24, 2011

The 'F' Word


The 'F' Word is Frugal.

which is not to say Cheap aka Stingy or Miserly.

I don't go for Cheapness but I am a fan of Frugal.

Alas, I too often suffer the slings and arrows directed at the Frugal Minded. Though I am admittedly only Frugal at times. My personal lifestyle nod to being Frugal means doing stuff like the following, which irks some people no end:

(1) I re-wash and re-use plastic zip top closure food storage bags of all sizes.
I confess to doing so, but only once per potentially reusable bag.
Only those bags that have previously stored non-greasy, dry foodstuffs (slices of bread or raw produce) get re-washed with soapy water, allowed to dry, and then are used once more. After which, they are disposed of. BTW, truly frugal folks and/or rabidly 'green folk' don't use plastic food storage bags at all. I confess to being only Kinda Sorta Frugal.

(2) I sometimes use scissors to cut a superextralarge (dinner sized) paper napkin into two equal sized, slightly smaller napkins for use at meals. This is only done when it's just me and/or The Hubster eating here at home. When guests join us for a meal, each diner gets a WHOLE (party time!!!) napkin or we use cloth napkins (super party time!!!). Hubs doesn't even use a napkin, so when it comes to committing the frugal act of cutting large paper napkins in half, it's really only for my benefit. Half now and the other half at the next meal. Some of those paper napkins are so large/absorbent that to use a whole one for dabbing one's lips or greasy fingers once, maybe twice - during the course of a meal - seems - wasteful. Not so much with half a napkin. If only using a half, I have no problem tossing it afterwards.

(3) When a tube of lipstick gets used down to 'the nub' - that is - lipstick is no longer applicable from the tube alone without scraping one's lips on the Ouch! edges of the applicator)
--- guess what. There's still quite a bit of lipstick left inside that (hidden) last half inch of the tube. There is at least a half teaspoon. Really. Plenty enough to use for another few weeks or more, if dabbed at with a lip brush. As my fave lipstick brand is M-A-C, using a lip brush to get at what remains inside the tube allows for holding off a tad longer before purchasing a brand new M-A-C lipstick at $15-$30 (depending on where it is purchased) a pop. Totally worth the frugality.

To be sure, I LIKE and make use of The F Word.

Friday, September 30, 2011

Cereal Cocktail


Cold cereal + milk.
Kinda ho-hum.
Cold cereal + milk + slices of banana on top.
Less ho but still hum.

Two, three or four kinds of cereal, related in flavor but unrelated in texture and shape
+
milk
+
slices of banana

is
a
Cereal Cocktail.
a real taste treat.

=
YUM.

So, go ahead. Don't be affeared. Life is short.
Mix your cereals, but with thought and consideration as to the combination.
Heck.
Add berries along with those bananas. Get a little crazy with that ho-hum breakfast.
Go wild.

Enjoy.

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

a sailor went to sea sea sea

(to begin, a hand clapping song from my youth ---)

a sailor went to sea sea sea
to see what he could see see see
but all that he could see see see
was the bottom of the deep blue sea sea sea

it's come to my attention - the span of which is remarkably short these days -
that
there are few, if any, sailors to be found (anymore) in the great port city of San Francisco.

photo from foundsf.org

when i was a kid growing up in San Francisco -
it was commonplace to see (male) sailors walking up, down and around the streets of the City by the Bay, particularly in the North Beach/ Chinatown/ Nob Hill / Downtown sections of town, which were my hang out neighborhoods.

sailors, dressed in their tidy navy 'dress blues', trimmed in white stripes and stars. my favorite part of the uniform, other than the deep navy color and distinctive wide legged bell bottom pants - were the collars, on which always appeared three very distinct vertical creases pressed at evenly spaced intervals across the back collar flap.
the creases were ironed in 'just so'.

sailors wore jaunty sailor caps in the brightest white.
and highly polished black sailor shoes. i thought they were pretty darn cute.

but one doesn't see much of sailors and their dress blues anymore.
military uniforms change over time and so do the regulations regarding them.

in addition, the port of San Francisco no longer serves as a destination for navy vessels.
sailors are rare these days on the streets of The City.

unless it is Fleet Week.

i miss sailors who went to sea sea sea 
and docked
in San Francisco 
to see see see
the sights
of the big city by the bay
before heading back out to
sea sea sea.




Thursday, September 01, 2011

HouSE tOUrs


When people (not just anyone, but those who I consider friends) come to visit my home for the first time, I almost always - give a house tour.

Our home isn't large.
Our home isn't fancy.
There are no brand spankin' new kitchen countertops, cabinetry or flooring to show off.
Our wall to wall carpeting is old, buckled in places and, truth be told, could use a deep and thorough shampooing.
Well.

We don't have the accoutrements of the type of high-living that most might strive towards. Not out of our own desire, nor for show n' tell.
Even if we did, these things would not come close to defining who we ARE.
Some are of the mindset that these things do just that for them.

Any home decor updates we take on are what little things we've managed to make affordable and/or that help to create a comfy lifestyle. Thus far. To be sure, the list of 'wouldn't it be nice to have...' is still yards long...

Still, it would be out of character for DollinkHubby and me to stage our home to show off how much disposable income$$ we have (we don't) or how well we've managed to keep up with the prevailing trends in Wannabe Affluent Looking type living, or - worse yet - to 'one up' our fam and friends. Most of what we have in the way of material possessions is NOT to render our visitors feeling envious
(well ---- except for ----- my honest-to-goodness authentic / purchased in Pennsylvania / made by an Amish woman / queen sized / completely hand quilted / Amish quilt ---- which I get a lusty satisfaction from seeing other quilt enthusiasts become grrrrrrrrrreeeeen with envy over....).

Ahem.
Nothing here of that sort to envy...
UNLESS, of course - it is the intangible,
homey, welcoming ambiance of our home environment that is communicated, enviable and ultimately, enjoyed.
That here is an aesthetic that is at once
pleasingly coordinated
as well as
decidedly (and fancifully) eclectic
and
full o' touches of the personalities of the people, and of those who have touched the lives of the people, who live here.
Most importantly - welcoming.
As in mi casa es su casa.

But hey.
That ain't what this post is about.

It's about those HouSE tOUrs -
and
how I've come to notice (granted, I've 'come to notice' many and more things of this sort as I get older...)
that
some people
give house tours
and
others don't.

F'rinstance -
having visited the homes of people who have grown increasingly close in the way that good friends become like extended family -
there are still some of these family-friends whose homes I've not seen the whole of (like their bedrooms and/or bathrooms) -
though I've visited their homes on numerous occasions.

Why is that?

They don't give whole house tours.
Some people choose only to have guests tour the 'showcase areas' of their houses.
(We have no such designated spaces, so I show most everything, without resorting to opening closets and drawers...).

Not seeing personal/private rooms should be no big thing. After all, there is such a thing as privacy and some areas could/should remain absolutely 'nobody sees this space but us'.
I'm sure that in their 'private rooms' some people keep their piles of unfolded laundry stashed, mountains of unpaid bills, gold bullion (or sex toys) out in the open and in full view. I know from freshly laundered clothes and well as stacks of unpaid IOUs, so those things would not bother me. Their valuables I don't covet and my prurient interests can do without intimate knowledge of the sexual habits of fam/friends.

But I am curious about those rooms.
What architecture? What choices of decor? What color schemes? Are there hints of lifestyle choices evident in what they choose to decorate their rooms with?

At any rate -
I do give house tours.

But why?

More than anything, so that my guests feel comfortable and welcome into every room of my home - should they venture here or there for whatever reason, they won't feel awkward for not having stepped in before.

One of the main reasons I show the master bedroom and adjoining bathroom is because we have a two bathroom house, and if the hallway bath is 'in use', I like my family and friends to know the second, master bath - is also available for their use.

I call our house tour the Ten Cent Tour. It's short n' sweet. But I'm so very proud to share, hoping that our home reflects me and the DollinkHubby - and in a good way. Moreover, in the spirit of Welcome to Our Home.

Anyway, who doesn't like a house tour? OK, so there might be a few of you out there who don't give any kind of special hoot when it comes to touring people's homes. You arrive, use the nearest potty (that you're allowed to), plop down on the sofa and commence to playing the latest video games via the TV or worse yet - play with your phone. Ho and Hum to YOUSE!

But me --- I loves me some house tours, due to my natural curiosity about how people live, what they choose to surround themselves with, what aesthetic they utilize to define their surroundings.

With any luck, the homes I am fortunate enough to tour show some personality, and aren't just wishful copies of artfully arranged rooms from photographs that appear in Architectural Digest (no 'dis' on AD, just add some 'people actually live here' elements, puh-leeze!). I think it's great fun to 'play' our personalities into the decorating of our homes, and to express something of who we are with our stuff.

Not everyone does this, but ooooooooh, it's so utterly deliciously delightful when one's home reflects something of the essence of the people who live there.

And they give HouSE tOUrs so we can revel in what's there.

Good, bad or ugly.







Thursday, August 18, 2011

plucked too soon

baby corn.      

really IS
corn!

who knew?!?

baby corn is an actual ear of corn, plucked just as the silk forms but well before the the poor little thing has a chance to grow to bona fide corn cob maturity.

plucked too soon!

what a waste of a perfectly good cob of corn.

baby corn is frequently used in Chinese cooking as a filler veggie.

i don't like to eat it. if you must, give me bamboo shoots or celery as a filler veggie in my stir-fry, but please oh please NO BABY CORN.

Monday, August 08, 2011

Friday, August 05, 2011

Floor People


When it comes to floors, there are basically two kinds of people.

Those who sit on the floor
and those who do not sit on the floor.
The former are Floor People. The latter are - well, they are Not Floor People.

Over the years, I've taken note that quite a number of my relatives and friends don't, won't or can't sit on the floor. I make no judgment, it's just an observation. Those who do sit on floors - on occasion, can also be found lying down on floors (because they want to, not due to passing out).

I enjoy sitting on chairs, sofas and the like, but after a short time, if the conditions are right*, my tendency is to gravitate towards wanting to sit on the floor.

This happens quite frequently. A lot, really. Just about every day.
I lie down on the floor too. But that's only in a super casual setting, if I'm at DollinkDaughterJrS's home, for example. I wouldn't be found lying on the floor in a restaurant or hotel lobby. Unless, as mentioned above, I passed out.

I guess that makes me Floor People (Person).

*To be sure, I'd have to be suitably dressed for floor sitting and said floor should be somewhat clean and not so littered with junky stuff that needs to be moved in order to have space to sit. Oh bother!

Another floor druther:
It really has to be comfy.

Plush surfaces, like wall to wall carpeting, make for a perfect floor sit or lie down. So are large thick area rugs, when smartly (and considerately) placed over hard flooring. Thick tatami is awesome to sit on. Truth be told, tatami is wonderful. When new, tatami smells good too. In Japan, it's a no-no to walk on tatami with shoes on. There is something so civilized about that.

Wood (or bamboo or other wood-like material) and tile floors are uncomfortable to sit or lie down on.
Though they are so very pretty to look at and fun to walk on with clickety clack high heels.
Fine to walk or stand on. And to watch dust bunnies swirl around on.

I've not really experienced cork flooring. Hmmmmm....

And it's been a long time since I've sat on real linoleum. Most lino floors have been replaced with other synthetics, like vinyl. Vinyl is OK to sit on. Not great, though. Lump it in with wood and tile as 'not the best kind of floor to sit on'.

The newish flooring material in my kitchen is a one piece specialty vinyl that has foam integrated into its construction. Not only does its dark brown color hide dirt, but the resilient material gives ever so slightly when walked on, which makes it delightfully sit-able.

On this great-to-walk on/sit upon /lie down on surface, I can sometimes be found supine and happily making 'snow angels'. No, not by myself. I do this with my 4 year old DollinkGrandDaughterLB.

LB is Floor People too.

Tuesday, August 02, 2011

just for fun



click on the 'water' to feed the turtles!
these three little guys will also follow your mouse around their swim area.








feed the fish by clicking on the 'water'.
they too will 'follow your mouse' in their tank.

 











 










from the website:
"Here is your number one companion – cute, talented and loyal.  He can sit, lie down and roll over.  Try giving him a pet and watch how he responds.  Keep your dog entertained by playing ball or giving him a bone.  Reward him by giving him a treat.  To get him to sit, double-click your mouse on the ground close to him.  Double-click again to get him to lie down.  Then hold your mouse button down and make a circular motion to tell him to roll over."

find these and other playful gadgets
from
http://abowman.com

Saturday, July 30, 2011

Charming

The house I wish to live in -    
older
quaint
cozy
comfortable
charming.






tidy
pretty
solid
loved.




Image of Woods, birds, twittering, animal sound
It will be -
and feel like
a
home.

Friday, July 29, 2011

i'm a little teapot

i'm a little teapot
feeling low down.
here is my cracked lid
here is my frown.
when i get all pissed off
swearing abounds.
best tip me over 
and
smash me to the ground.

Thursday, July 14, 2011

bestest TV show theme song!

bestest.



in my humble.

I especially like 'going through' the sparkly starry ring of one of the planets. This takes place between the credit line for Tim Russ (as Tuvok) and Jeri Ryan (as Seven of Nine). Oooooooh! Cheap Thrills!!!!

The only thing not quite right about the opening theme is this.

Even so, I forgive the creators of the show for this tiniest of itty bitty infractions.
One must allow for artistic license, particularly when the spaceship sound effects add so much to the musical fanfare (as well as to the aforementioned slipping through the sparkly starry ring).

Granted, there are some truly great television theme songs out there.
I could research/name/link to a good many now, but i'm a bit preoccupied with listening to this theme song over and over and over again...

I shamelessly confess to being a StarTrek fan, Voyager being my hands-down fave of the five (not counting the animated) ST television series. TNG runs a very close second to Voyager.

The original Star Trek, in all its tacky glory - will always hold a secure and warm place in my heart.

DS 9 (which my DollinkYoungerBrother refers to as DeepShit 9) failed to engage me (though I did watch it). I just couldn't fathom being stranded on the big space station, even though it was close-by to a wormhole (which allowed for some promise of access to other places). Plus, it was awfully dark on that space station. Too mole-like an existence for me.
(given the understanding that, more than a mere spectator, I live and work vicariously amongst the crew on any given ST, so living conditions must suit my aesthetics)


Enterprise had no chance in hell or space of keeping hold of me (starting with the deplorable choice of opening music) as a regular viewer. It just never made the cut (for me). I confess to watching the first few episodes to catch a glimpse of the captain's pet dog beagle, Porthos. Unfortunately, Prada, the poor little beagle on the first season of Enterprise, must have taken Expressionless 101, method acting lessons from Steven Seagal...

Now, back to that Voyager theme song. For foaming-at-the-mouth enthusiasts, here's an extended version.

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

the jury is in

based on hard evidence -
the jury has determined -
that i am -
indeed -

a hoarder.

as many of you regular readers this blog know --- around here, merge n' purge is the name of the home reorganization game.
this week, i've been pulling even more stuff out of closets/drawers/cabinets --
and been finding myself knee deep. quite.

the majority of these items are things that i have been saving, storing, and have mostly forgotten about over time.
the reality is that i just don't use most of it.
and haven't
for
yes, over a year
and probably won't be incorporating these things anytime too soon
into my everyday living.

there is an awful lot of this stuff.
accumulated over the decades
and
kept
for one good reason or another.
stashed nice and tidy-like.

TIDY-LIKE.

can a hoarder be tidy?

i think yes.
because here i am, tidy as all get out - yet there is this superfluity.

as it is, life in and of itself is already quite full and keeps us pretty busy.
we have love, joy, pain, struggle, elation. and lots more.

then there is stuff.
some of us also have an abundance of it.
material things that accumulate.
we take care of our stuff, cleaning it, repairing it, using it, not using it.
storing, organizing and reorganizing it.
endlessly shifting it about in our homes.

i like my stuff, but after a while, the maintenance of it takes more time and energy than i have to devote to it.
at this point, My Stuff gets to be known as Too Much Stuff.
if Too Much Stuff starts to drag all the livin' down in my day, it's time to move it forward.
which i've been doing.

yet not making much of a dent.

am i a hoarder, albeit a tidy one?

GUILTY
AS
SUSPECTED!

Thursday, July 07, 2011

favorite color

for the longest time, my fave color was red. deep dark rich red.
then blue became my favorite.
the next favored color was green. first, a desaturated comfortable passive green. after that, i enjoyed looking at anything in a bright fresh energetic leafy green.

now i think my favorite color is back to being blue.
maybe.
most of the garments i knit are some shade of blue.
many of my dresses are blue. except for all the ones that are black and white.

i like blue yarn. i feel good when i wear blue.
bright blue. purplish blue.
cool blues.
why?
because they are just that.
cool.

Thursday, June 30, 2011

Morning ritual: the kitchen


There is nothing like a ritual,
and each morn, I look forward to my ritual in the home kitchen.

After awakening, I walk, slowly and deliberately - from bedroom into kitchen. Our home is small, so the distance from room to room is a short one, albeit long enough to shake off the sleepies.

After surveying the situation to see if there are any unexpected surprises (a note of 'Hello' or 'Please do this or that today' from HubbyDear, a sink full of dirty dishes that were left unwashed from the night before, a dead mouse lying on the floor...),

I proceed to empty the dish drainer of last night's washing. We have an automatic dishwasher, but with only two people living here day in and day out, it takes a week to fill the machine with dishes enough to warrant running a load. Invariably, there are things we need to use again with a day or two. So usually end up hand washing.

The morning drowsiness completely gives way to wakeful energy as I carefully put the dishes away, sort the cutlery into their proper places in the drawers, hang up the pots and pans. I perform these acts with a very deliberate hand, adding to the purposefulness of the ritual.

Next - is setting up for cooking a bowl of oatmeal.
Rolled oats are ready in 5 minutes, steel-cut takes a lot longer (15 minutes), so I opt for rolled. I take down the sparkling glass container of sugar and the other of dried cranberries. Pull the carton of 2% lactose-free milk from the fridge. Choose the perfect sized bowl and spoon. Measure and pour ingredients, mix together, pop in the microwave. Walk back to the bedroom to make the bed whilst the oatmeal is cooking.
Return to the kitchen to put the finishing touches on breakfast, take the bowl of hot oatmeal to the computer desk and proceed to eat while perusing the internet.

I so look forward to this morning solo dance in the kitchen.
Step by meaningful step.
For such a long time, I viewed this set of actions as a ritual.

This year, as I turn the big 6-0, I'm beginning to view it as 'old people routine'.

Yikes.

image of Morning Sun from istockphoto.com

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

incongruent feng shui and other incompatibles


aka
Your Yin is Outta Whack with My Yang
aka
A Few, Just a Few, of My MANY Pet Peeves
aka
I Loves Me a Curmudgeonly Blogpost

* wall mounting a flat screen TV above a fireplace.
- besides providing a small amount of warmth, fireplaces traditionally evoke a sense of the heart of the home. The Hearth. peaceful, crackling, mesmerizing. quiet yet interactive - prompting some, or a great deal - of mental contemplation.
- television sets are visual as well, with their fast flickering images accompanied by visually and audibly jarring advertisements. TV, also mesmerizing - is something of a passive- aggressive, yet minimally interactive, form of entertainment.
- mesmerizing describes both the TV and the fireplace, but to pass the two off as compatible enough to share the same bit of wall space is, well ------ desperate.
and it's gotta be some kind of bad feng shui, right?

* kitchen counter top surfaces that are not conducive to heavy kitchen usage.
- it's almost impossible to find a kitchen counter top that is impervious to the messy realities of cooking, slicing, spilling, burning and slopping foodstuffs. oily spots, berry drippings, coffee and tea stains are to be expected, on numerous occasions, to slosh across the kitchen counter. so why all the fancy schmancy high cost slabs available as kitchen surfaces?

- is there one that is truly compatible with humans wreaking spill, stain and cutting mishaps? most counter top material come with a warning: that normal kitchen use could irreversibly mar or stain the material. hey - shit happens in the kitchen. on the floor (don't get me started on the latest kitchen floor materials...) and on the counter tops. surfaces should be user friendly. cleaned up with a quick wipe off. once in a while, a thorough scrub down. no more. no less.

- silly too, is the idea of presenting one's kitchen as yet another decorative 'admire-but-don't-use-like-the-work room-that-it-should-be' area of the house, with surfaces that are more to look at than to actually perform kitchen duties upon. this too ...... is ludicrous.

* clothes that are not washable with soap and water.
- having to clean an article of clothing (that is not a suit, fur coat or pair of leather shoes) with a special chemical process. 'wear it knowing that it'll cost you $10 to $20 when time comes to clean it' ------ is impractical. for me it is anyway. since most of my togs only cost once or twice the dry cleaning fee.

* social gatherings where just about everyone is plugged into their cell phones, and for all intent and purposes - not socializing - in the least.
- if choosing to ignore others in your midst - and turning full attention to the delights of what your phone or other handheld techno gadget offers, then may I suggest that you and said gadget 'get a room'.
socializing with your cell phone in a setting meant to promote human-to-human interaction ------- is rude.
&%#!ing rude.


Thursday, June 23, 2011

decisions decisions


up.
down.
and upside down.
on how to proceed with my blogging.

here's what i've decided to do.
rather than drop this blog entirely and start up a whole new one ----

for, y'see ----
i've already got a second, photo blog to maintain as well as a third, artsy fartsy one with ongoing painting projects > this one is 'private' and only gets updated once or twice a year...

so, yes.
i've decided to stay put and vary the posts on b's little bit o' dis and little bit o' dat.
much the same, but different.

thanks to your input, i'm planning to get into even more free associating here.
and won't work quite so hard on the entries.
but have them be more frequent.
with more dibbly dabbly doings instead.

WHOT?
continued ramblings based on nothing much at all?
raving and rumbling and retching?
ruminations, rips n' rags?

YEP.
you bet'cha.

xo
to my
readers,
from
b
who is
me.

Friday, June 03, 2011

blank blog page


I've been sitting here staring, for the longest time, at a blank blog page.
What to do.
What to do.

So let me tell you what's on my mind, short of delving into an interesting blog topic that might engage your interest for the next minute or three.

Let's talk about keeping a blog and writing blog posts for it. Personal blogs. Like this one.

b's blog has always been about a little bit o' dis and a little bit o' dat - lacking any particular theme. 'Much ado about nothing' could be an apropos second byline.

I originally set it up that way so I could free-associate about any number of topics, save for politics and religion, of course - which makes for trouble any which way you look at it.

Having this as my blog format has certainly proven a therapeutic exercise in personal interest writing,
and great fun, to boot.
In addition, one always hopes to enlighten and/or entertain the errant internet surfer who happens by now and again.

But
now
I am
seriously
re-thinking my blog.
Considering a re-do.
A re-vamp.
Or to begin
completely
anew.

Seriously.
It's becoming more and more of a challenge to think of subject matter I am inspired to 'blog about'. Tougher to write with any wit/humor/freshness/conviction/passion on a topic that comes (typically, in the middle of the night) to mind. Something that will actually move me to put up a new post.

Perhaps this is a low energy week for me.
Haven't been sleeping well.
Feeling kinda crabby.
Contemplative - now that's always a dangerous sign.

It may not be the most ideal day to consider changing out the blog format.
Yet change is on my mind...

What to do.
What to do.