For the last year or so I have put newly-clipped recipes into a separate folder of "untried recipes," figuring that I am more likely to actually try them if I have a folder I can flip through when looking for inspiration, and more likely to realize that some things (like a "Tex-Mex appetizer" made with Pillsbury pie crust) were not, in fact, worth clipping. Finally this weekend I went through the accordion file itself to pull out any untried recipes.
I found all sorts of interesting things, including a set of handwritten recipes on index cards sent to me by an English major I used to date — if I recall correctly, the recipes were sent during an uncertain point in the relationship, when graduation had made for a long-distance toss-up as to our future (it ended badly, as you might imagine). Among the recipes was this:
Quartet for Four Beer-drinkers
From your pint glass
take a swig of beer
whenever you feel like it
When you are not actually drinking
strike your glass
with an implement
Let there be silences between your attacks
until all four glasses are empty
— Wendy Cope
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The snow cover is finally starting to melt off in Vermont. Wide swaths of green (and brown, there's more mud than grass in much of my neighborhood) are becoming visible among the greyish frozen slushiness of urban snow cover. A few bulbs are starting to poke out of the ground, our ground phlox in the front is beginning to green, the few bushes we have seem to have been spared by the sidewalk ploughs this winter. I am eagerly anticipating the first meal I can garnish with fresh chives gathering from along the side of the house.
We've had a winter share from a local CSA this winter, which has meant a lot of root vegetables. Root vegetables are great, comforting and filling and warming in their long cooking times in the oven in the winter, but they do, generally speaking, require a lot of cooking work — peeling to remove their thick coats and spicing to prod their heavy slothfulness and greasing with rich fats to lubricate their dryness and long simmering, baking or roasting to bring them to the fullest flavor (RECIPES at blog.myspace.com/domesticleft).
Nonetheless, I'm ready for the vegetables of spring, perfect with a quick slicing and a light dressing and a sense of wonder before them.
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On Saturday we went to a decent-sized antiwar rally and march downtown. Because the nationwide anniversary-of-the-war actions last weekend coincided with the University of Vermont's spring break, the students had decided to organize something for the 24th, and were also joined by a respectable contingent of labor folks (the crowd we were among) and the "usual suspects" of middle-class liberaldom.
The speeches started off painful, as they so often are at local peace rallies, at least around here. Because, much as I've always believed that social change comes about when people assemble and listen to lengthy speeches from well-meaning students and socialist professors and passionate liberals that detail their own intricate grasp of statistics and history, well ... OK, so I've never believed that.
Then the veterans spoke.
Not the old "Veterans for Peace" folks, who are great but mostly give long-winded speeches that detail their own intricate grasp of statistics and history. The veterans from Iraq. There's probably a more powerful critique of the war than a Marine describing the safest drive he ever took in Iraq (he wasn't shot at once. Because he was driving over the dead bodies of Iraqi men, donkeys, women, camels, children slaughtered by his battalion the night before). But not for me right now.
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Also from my recipe folder (same source):
Emily Dickenson's All-Natural Outdoor Recipe
To make a prairie it takes a clover
and one bee —
One clover, and a bee,
The revery alone will do
If bees are few.