Friday, November 25, 2011

Seasonal Adjustments

First, the dog gets a bath. What I didn't expect was that the little guy would shiver, freezing for hours, post-bath. So I filled the hot water bottle and did what I could:

Cold Dog
As the seasons change (and they do change, no matter where you live), I like to reset. Read new books, clean all the things, or cook a bunch.  Today, as it's National Buy Nothing Day, I haven't set foot outside except to walk the dogs. It's thrilling. I was puttering around the kitchen and came up with a good smelling stew that I think may become part of the regular cool-weather rotation:

Yummy stew
During a recent stir-fry incident, I realized the secret to combining numerous flavours is to cook them separately and then add them to the main pot. This is what I did with the stew:
Olive oil
Sea salt
One yellow onion, sliced
Two ribs of celery, chopped
6 or 7 cloves of garlic, chopped
1 pint mushrooms of your choosing (I chose crimini)
Bunch of broccoli rabe, roughly chopped
2 potatoes, peeled and chopped into small cubes
1 ½ cups of canned tomatoes and their juices
1-2 cups of veggie stock
1 bottle of beer (good beer, don’t cheap out here….)
A crush of dried thyme (pinch some between your finger and crush it over the stew) and a crush of dried rosemary. Use fresh if you’ve got it! Put in as much as you want!

In a large heavy pot, sauté onions in a bit of olive oil, sprinkled with a pinch or two of salt, for 5 minutes. Add celery and ¾ of the garlic and sauté over medium-low heat for another 5-7 minutes, taking care not to brown the veggies.
While these are cooking down, in another wide pan sauté the sliced mushrooms and some of the remaining chopped garlic in a tablespoon of olive oil until they are beginning to brown and smell yummy. (Do not crowd the mushrooms!) Reserve them in a bowl and use the same pan to sauté the broccoli rabe, in a bit more olive oil and the rest of the chopped garlic. The pan may be very hot so turn it down a bit and to prevent the broccoli rabe from drying out splash in a bit of veggie stock.  Check on your onions/celery/garlic and when the broccoli rabe are done reserve them in another bowl.

When the onion/celery/garlic mixture is soft and fragrant, add the cooked mushrooms, broccoli rabe, potatoes, tomatoes, a cup of veggie stock, the bottle of beer, thyme and rosemary.  Stir it all up and simmer gently for a couple of hours. Check on it every now and then and add the rest of the stock to maintain a stew-like consistency.  I think the bee is really what makes this nice and hearty.  It cooks off and adds a depth to the sauce that would be great with fluffy biscuits!
Enjoy!











Tuesday, August 2, 2011

You just have to count on cats living about 20 years. Sometimes longer.


Dear A-hole,
Thanks so much for dumping your elderly cat in the driveway of my work one night last week. It was so loving and considerate of you to abandon her with strangers, after all these years. I say "after all these years" because a microchip never lies.  Did you forget what a microchip is for? … Found it, scanned it, and identified you, you jerk. You adopted her 6 years ago from the local humane society which puts you in good stead for about a second and a half. The joke's on me though because of course we tried to call the contact numbers you put on the microchip and of course your phones have been disconnected.
I guess I can't understand why you would dump under cover of night, a 15 year-old, practically toothless cat like one would dump a bag of recycling.  Were you hoping someone would recycle her?  Instead of living up to your end of the deal you struck with her when you "rescued" her 6 years ago, you reneged and in the most cowardly of ways.
So, thanks for letting me be the one to ask all my friends if they wanted a cat; for letting me take her to the county shelter and tell them your story; for letting me cry on the way home knowing that old cats hardly ever get adopted not matter how friendly and floppy they are; for letting me imagine her inevitable fate in a shelter system already overcrowded with animals who got the short end of the stick from people like you; for letting me be the contact person for the med staff when they called me back to tell me that she's got severe dental disease, a distended belly, and a urinary infection;  for letting me tell them that I couldn't take her in because I already have three pets at home that I committed to for life; and for letting me, everyone at my work, everyone at the county shelter and all of my friends take on your duty to a sweet little cat that you discarded.
Sincerely,
Underdognation

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Hand-raised kittens are the new chihuahua.

Me, in the midst of bottle feeding a kitten.
May was a busy month. It's now June and I've been hand-raising kittens. Wow. They are fast, they are adorable and they are a 20-year commitment! Kittens, man. They climb in your hair and they poop a lot. And then they climb in their poop and get on your hair. Awesome. Spay and neuter, people!

One of dozens of Japanese microbrews.
In other news, the spousal unit and I had an unexpected adventure the past weekend, when we stumbled upon a proper pub. The Encinitas Ale House in Encinitas is this tiny, boiling hot storefront on the North Coast Highway that has 80 beer varieties crammed into their basement!  The place was jammed with people, the bar was minuscule and as I rule I don't wait in line, but after just a few minutes, two seats opened up and we grabbed them. Oh joy, I thought, looking at the menu. In big friendly letters above their burger list read: ANY BURGER MAY BE SUBSTITUTED WITH A VEGGIE BURGER. Yay!  I had a lovely belgian blonde brew and a hothothot poblano pepper veggieburger and a cider chaser. Don't you just love California?