Thursday, January 9, 2014

No Other News The Same: Re-use?

What do you do when your umbrella breaks? If you're anything like myself, you probably just go out and buy another one. Another cheap one that will inevitably break in about a week or so. At this point, if I really forced myself to count, I could probably find about 11 bargain umbrellas in my apartment. About half of them are broken.

NPR Morning Edition ran a story today entitled No Rain on His Parade: Parisian Preserves Art of Umbrella Repair about Thierry Millet, the last umbrella repairman in Paris. Listening, I became uncomfortably aware of some bigger issues behind mindlessly buying one umbrella when another one breaks; monetary, environmental, and nostalgic. Society is willing to buy and buy and buy as if there are unlimited resources, and for now, there appear to be. What would happen, instead, if we restored our treasured possessions by fixing them when they broke, rather than buying new ones?

We would inevitably end up saving money. This year I re-soled both of my pairs of boots, and it cost much less than buying new ones. Millet typically repairs umbrellas for less than the purchase of a new one. This website lists various ways how re-using does save money.

We would be doing the environment a service. In France, an estimated number of 15 million umbrellas are thrown away in France each year. I couldn't find the comparison for the United States, yet I would wager the number would be comparable or higher. According to the Duke University Center for Sustainability and Commerce, the average US citizen generates 4.3 pounds of waste per day.

We would treat all of our possessions as if they were irreplaceable. Millet has other reasons for fixing umbrellas in addition to the environment. He considers repairing umbrellas to be a lost art. "People who come to me are attached to their umbrellas for sentimental reasons. Many times they have beautiful stories about them. So I feel obliged to restore them," he says. Everyone must have a few items they feel sentimentally attached to. For me, it's an old purse from my mother, a bureau my grandfather made himself, and a miniature wooden desk my great-great aunt gave me to remind me always to study. The old purse has a tire mark on it from when a car literally ran over it, the wooden bureau is worn, and the miniature desk is in pretty bad shape, yet I would never throw them away. Of course, I haven't really restored them either.

Now, there are extreme examples of re-using. Bea Johnson of Zero Waste Home nearly lost me as a reader when she wrote an extremely passionate argument detailing how she had tried to re-use a ponytail holder when it snapped, re-tying it and re-tying it until it was finally unfixable - and then refused to buy a new ponytail holder because she couldn't purchase just the one she needed. That lifestyle is not for me.

This simple and beautiful story about Millet's repair shop has made me want to go and reevaluate how I choose what I own. My ultimate goal is to own a few simple possessions that, with some simple repairs, will stand the test of time. Unfortunately, I can't seem to locate an umbrella repair shop in Philadelphia. 

Wednesday, January 8, 2014

No Other Dish The Same: Sesame Noodles with Sweet Peppers and Cucumbers

This polar vortex business has been no joke in my apartment. Yesterday morning I woke up to my windows looking like this.


From the INSIDE. Needless to say, I haven't been wanting to cook, much less set foot in my apartment
(unless I've been wrapped up in my bed under three blankets). Yet I had a mission today - to make a dish for book club. I cooked in my kitchen with a space heater right nearby.



I settled on Cook's Illustrated Sesame Noodles with Sweet Peppers and Cucumbers. I can't actually link to the website since it's members only, but if you like the sound of this recipe, let me know if you want to read the whole thing and I'll send it to ya.

I really like Cook's Illustrated because they always tackle recipes like they are detectives on a case they're ready to crack. They always start with the problem ("The problem with noodles is usually that they're gummy and pasty...") and then they explain, step by step, the solution. As long as you follow each direction exactly, there's no way you can screw up a Cook's Illustrated Recipe. If you know me at all, you'll see where I'm going here.

Anyways, the recipe is fairly straightforward. You take sesame seeds, garlic, chunky peanut butter, rice vinegar, soy sauce, brown sugar, ginger and water and blend them all together to make a sauce.


You chop up the pepper, cucumber, scallions and carrots. See all my little bowls of pre-prepared veggies? Very chef-like, don't ya think? The lack of counter space means my stove doubles as a counter.


You then cook the noodles. You can just use plain old spaghetti, which is what I did. I got kind of impatient waiting for them to cook. A watched pot never boils...


Next came the one step that I ultimately forgot. Cook's Illustrated says to rinse the noodles in cold water so they aren't gummy and stuck together. I was so fixated at that point on the fact that I didn't have sesame oil (a major ingredient in sesame noodles) that I totally ignored that step. I settled for olive oil instead. Major Cook's Illustrated fail.


The result? Kind of exactly what Cook's Illustrated warned me about. The pasta stuck together in one big chunk. However, once I got to book club, I borrowed some of my friend's sesame oil, drizzled it on top, managed to divvy the dish amongst my friends, and it was ultimately tasty.


Tuesday, January 7, 2014

No Other Tale The Same: The Buddha in the Attic

Julie Otsuka's style in The Buddha in the Attic feels like a breath of fresh air. Otsuka has chosen to depict Japanese women coming to San Francisco as mail order brides in the early 1900's and then being accused of being traitors to America not as one single tale, but as several first-person voices.

It's an adjustment as a reader. On the one hand, it's amazing that in a short 129 pages, Otsuka manages to share so many stories. It also makes an already sad story very chilling. Yet there's no central character to hold onto. As soon as one name is mentioned, it's never mentioned again. There's also no central plot. The story is instead broken up into different phases of life these women experienced. Otsuka writes about the boat ride over, the women's first nights with their husbands, encounters with white Americans, having babies, watching their babies grow up, and eventually being taken away from their homes. A spare few stories are happy, yet the majority are devastating.

Since there is no central plot, Otsuka's book reminds me of one long poem, lyrical, haunting and evocative. After hearing all these voices in my head I want to find a historical fiction novel about this subject and time period so I can hang onto onto one voice and one story. Does anyone have any suggestions?




Monday, January 6, 2014

No Other Angle The Same: Before 6 AM

City Hall
Philadelphia, PA
5:49 AM


A mentor of mine used to say that the whole world looks different before 6 AM. We were on canoeing trips in Northern Maine, and I had to agree that every time I managed to wake up before 6 AM I was astounded at the sheer beauty of the wilderness. Even though I'm living this city life, now, there is still a beauty to the 5 AM hour that, when forced to be awake, I can still appreciate.

Friday, January 3, 2014

No Other _____ The Same: Perspective

Today, as was the case of countless thankful teachers in the Philadelphia area, my workplace was closed, and I did not go in. When I first looked at my phone in the morning, my friend was already trying to contact me to urge me to get going so we could indulge in our favorite snow day ritual - brunch. On weekends, it's impossible to get into this place without waiting. The irony is that it has just a few tables inside and a huge waiting area outside where no one ever eats. Today, we sailed right in without a problem and sat down. We were in high spirits.

"Happy Snow Day!" we said cheerfully to our waitress. She smiled ruefully at us, and we thanked her for being open. "Yeah, no snow day for me!" she said. "At 5 AM when I was walking to work and the wind was howling and I was freezing, I thought - this is hell. This is actually, hell." We apologized and thanked her again for being open.

Snow days are heaven for some, and hell for others. Perspective...

Thursday, January 2, 2014

No Other News The Same: New Year's Resolutions

It’s now 2014, and everyone is talking about New Year's Resolutions. The gyms are packed. People are buying fruit and kale in bulk for their healthy smoothies. Facebook and Twitter posts describe Resolutions in detail.

The age-old joke is that New Year's Resolutions only last until February, when that "clean slate" feeling wears off and people start to settle back into their routines. Yet most news outlets are running at least one New Year's Resolution story, whether it's to provide insight into the religious and cross culture nature of New Year's Resolutions, advise against New Year's Resolutions or even to dictate New Year's Resolutions for the individual who doesn't feel like making his or her own. 

Whether cynical or hopeful, our society is forever fixated on New Year's Resolutions. New Year's Resolutions make society feel hopeful, give people a sense of purpose, and add a sense of magic into our lives.

Even though December 31st isn't in reality that different from January 1st, the New Year can be a very hopeful time for people who feel disappointed in the previous year. In that ten second countdown, it can feel as if that previous year never existed.

It's true that goals can be set any time during the year. Yet, knowing that several others are also setting New Year's Resolutions can be extremely motivating. That peer pressure can create an urgent sense of purpose.

Adding a sense of ceremony and magic into New Year's can save people from the doldrums of the after Christmas blues. The Christmas tree will be recycled and Starbucks will stop selling their peppermint mocha. People must have something else on which to focus their attentions.

In reality, the whole concept of a New Year's Resolution is a complete illusion. Perhaps, like the Romans who supposedly started this tradition, we all need the myth of the New Year's Resolution. By the time February hits, the gyms will clear out, people will start preparing their feasts of wings for the Superbowl and the Facebook and Twitter posts will ramble on about some other new fad.

Wednesday, January 1, 2014

No Other Dish The Same: Goat Cheese Cheesecake

New Year's Eve seems hardly the time to explore a new recipe. Especially when you've offered to host a potluck dinner party for 10 at the last minute. And...when you actually start the recipe about 30 minutes before your guests arrive. Yet I simply had to try this recipe.

It started out with my mother giving me these tiny muffin tins for Christmas. They are so cute, and I immediately had visions of just making mini everything from now on - mini muffins, mini cakes, mini quiches, mini cheesecakes...


I've also been obsessed with finding a non-cow's milk cheesecake option for months. Cheesecake is L's favorite desert, even though he is lactose-intolerant (with the exception of goat cheese), and frequently he will choose to indulge anyway, suffering the consequences. I've been determined to find another option. For his birthday this past year, I made him a tofu cheesecake. It wasn't amazing. It seems that when you look up "lactose free" you automatically get vegan recipes.

That's why I was so excited when I first encountered goat cheese cheesecake at my friend's new restaurant in DC, Beuchert's Saloon. It was fantastic. You should absolutely go there if you have the chance.

I found the goat cheese cheesecake recipe I made through random Google searching on frijolita. Check out her original recipe. She seems to have a lot of cool recipes. Her cooking photos are also beautiful.


So my visions of mini cheesecakes went out the window temporarily. Being that I made this cooking decision hours before my guests arrived, I bought a pre-made graham cracker crust. Some day I will be brave enough to try that part on my own. I set out to start trying to follow the directions for the filling.

This recipe is fairly simple in terms of ingredients: goat cheese, sugar, lemon juice, lemon zest, vanilla, eggs and flour. It seems healthier than most cheesecakes - at least to me. Am I right??

First, I combined the goat cheese with sugar. It said to use granulated sugar, but all I had was this raw turbinando sugar from my adventures in vegan baking for my co-workers. Eh, same same.


Next, I added in all the vanilla I had. The recipe dictates a teaspoon of vanilla, yet I only had about a half a teaspoon left in my makeshift pantry. In it went.


This cheesecake is very lemony. I squeezed half a lemon and added the juice, and then added lemon zest. My mom got me this zester and I love it! I also use it for grating cheese. Tiny kitchens call for multi-use gadgets.


For this next step, I had to beat the ingredients together. I'm sure the author of this recipe probably meant for the chef to possess actual beaters. The "magic wand" did a pretty good job. I then added in the egg yolks...


And then beat the egg whites....they were supposed to be firm, but not stiff. What does that mean?


After I had "folded" everything together (a cooking term I will never fully understand) I was so excited when I had my final product ready to bake. So excited that I went to photograph it in the living room/dining room/everything room that I spilled some of it along the way...


I also realized that I had more than enough filling - enough to make mini-cheesecakes as well! 


Although the mini-cheesecakes were missing little graham cracker crusts, they turned out just fine. If only this recipe didn't have flour in it, it would be a great gluten-free option.


Here is my final product. I tried to peel a lemon peel all curly like the pretty picture on the cooking blog, but it didn't look quite the same. 


Both the mini cheesecakes and the big cheesecake only took about 25 minutes due to my extremely temperamental, hot oven (the recipe said 50 minutes). They both tasted great! The cheesecake texture was light, fluffy, and lemony. It did, however have some stiff competition from the cookies and cream mini cupcakes my friend contributed to the meal. 


Eh, more for me. Happy New Year!