I'm a reasonably patient person, but my radishes are starting to get pretty good sized, and I keep sneaking one here and there, even though they're still tiny. They taste good! Like uh... radishes. In case you're keeping track, our kitchen is still a pile of debris in the backyard, but it's slowly, slowly being pieced back together. My husband has pretty much done 100% of the work himself in small spurts after work and on weekends (when I'm either hanging out with our son, or working, respectively) and I am amazed at how much he's done by himself. Although, let's be fair- this is a man who got impatient when we were redoing our bathroom and PICKED UP AN ENTIRE BATHTUB BY HIMSELF AND INSTALLED IT IN THE BATHROOM. Like, dude- you don't think you could have waited a day for me to be able to help you carry the bathtub in the door? It's not like it was a clawfoot tub or anything, but jeez.
So the garden has been keeping me busy, aside from drawing, and my day job, and my family, and my house. I kind of have a lot going on right now. It's awesome! Overwhelming is kind of how I roll, it suits my personality just fine. (Until I start freaking out.)
Adding to that, I've started a new blog project, that I hope some of you will be interested enough to follow. Updates won't be as frequent as this blog or my drawing blog (obligatory link, haw haw), but what I am doing is following a friend throughout the growing season at his small urban farm.
He has access to a plot of land, and to be frank, he's essentially preparing for the apocalypse. I mean, I'm kind of more of a "Aw, won't it be fun to grow some stuff? Maybe I'll can some of it for later!" kinda gal, and he's more like, "WHEN SHIT HITS THE FAN, YOU GOTTA BE PREPARED." It's awesome, though. He's all about self-sustaining living, and he's given me full access to his farm to photograph the process of turning a vacant lot into a fertile field, and I'm pretty stoked about it. Check out the blog, here. I'd just go ahead and add it to your feed so you don't have to remember to check it regularly, because it's not like I'm going to show up every day and take a picture of the same row of peas waiting for them to sprout or whatever, but there will be an evolution of the land through photographs throughout the rest of the growing season, and I'm looking forward to it.
Soon I'm going to be able to cook with more than an electric skillet and a camp stove, and I can't wait. I'm going to eat poached eggs every morning for breakfast (instead of peanut butter toast or cereal) and I'm going to roast a big fat chicken- I really miss roasting a chicken for dinner. I am so lucky that I get to redo my kitchen, WOO HOO!
EDITED TO ADD: HEY DUMMIES, IT'S NOT A DICK TATTOO, IT'S PART OF A MOTH. BUT YES, IT KIND OF LOOKS LIKE A DICK. IT'S MY TATTOO. SHUT UP.
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Here is a photo of a 3 year old girl kissing a chicken:
Anyway, somehow I manage to keep myself really busy, which I appreciate- being the youngest of 4 kids I crave constant stimulation and attention and I get bored really easily. Maybe a little ADD mixed in with my OCD, who knows? This is part of the reason, I think- that being a stay at home mom has never agreed with me much. WHAT? SOMEONE ON THE INTERNET ADMITTED THAT BEING A STAY AT HOME MOM SUCKS DOG BALLS? Whatever, dudes. Babies are BORING. I'd rip out my fingernails with pliers for my kid, but if you want to pretend like staring at the same 4 walls all day while a small person screams at you while crapping their pants is the best thing that ever happened to you, be my guest. Now that he's older and more independent, things are going really well for all of us, I think.
So anyway, I'm working a lot more now, and art things are keeping me busy too.
My good friends over at Darling Press & Stationers just bought their very own printing press!
It is a beautiful old machine (the patent stamp is from 1899!) and it's almost ready to run. I'm so excited for them! Click through to their blog to see some more photos I took of it and to read the story of how they got it. I'm hoping that someday soon they'll teach me to use it and I can offer prints instead of just original drawings over at my drawing blog.
OH BUT WAIT, THIS IS MY FOOD BLOG, not my complain-about-motherhood-and-ramble-about-my-art-projects-blog.
Look at that! The same buddies who got the printing press also got one of these bad ass water storage tanks. They are officially apocalypse-ready, what with their old-timey machinery and clean water receptacles. This is a 330 gallon rain water storage tank, and I really really want one. I'm meeting with the guy who hooked them up with this tank tomorrow to discuss some business- he runs an urban farm near my neighborhood, and I am going to take some photographs for him, and maybe draw a logo, and then maybe help him get a blog going so he can get the word out for his farm and CSA projects. And then I don't have to have a skyrocketing water bill this summer to water my garden.
Also, I was just reading Angerburger, a food blog that is funnier than mine, and she had a goofy list of some previous jobs.
Because I am bored, and as previously mentioned, attention-seeking, here is my list of funny/dorky/lame jobs:
1. Farm Worker, age 13. This lasted for a month or two, the summer before the 9th grade. I had to pick green onions and radishes, and I hated every second of it. I wish I could point to this job and pretend like it gave me some much-needed structure, or that it taught me how to work hard, or whatever- but really I was a total asshole the whole time I worked there, I complained the whole time, and I treated it like an extended study hall, goofing off and wasting time. Spoiled rotten white kids for the win, I guess. In hindsight, though- I'm glad I have even a tiny bit of experience with the way farms work. '
2. Burger Joint Waitress, age 15. There is a diner in Oregon City (where I grew up) which employs almost exclusively high school kids and the few stragglers who uh, still work there. I started working there after dropping out of high school, and sometimes kids I'd previously been going to class with would pop in around lunch time and give me a hard time. My boss was kind of crazy, but she's since passed away from cancer and I can't bring myself to make fun of her on the internet. There was a cook who worked there that I loved, and he passed away a few years ago, the only funeral I've ever been to. This job was definitely a pretty formative experience in the food service industry for me, and it was one of those on again, off again jobs that I'd go back to when I couldn't find work anywhere else.
3. Summer Camp Cafeteria Lady, age 16. This was a quick job, only a few weeks at the end of a summer when one of the staff cooks bailed on short notice and they needed someone, and my sister happened to work there as a nature guide already. Have you ever seen Wet Hot American Summer? It was actually kind of like that. I fried 400 burgers in a row for an outdoor picnic, and ruined my favorite tank top with burger grease. I loved that job!
4. Discount Cigarette Store Employee, age 18: I had a couple of jobs between these 2, but they were boring. This one was hilarious. It was one of those shitty "Cigarettes, Cheaper!" stores in a strip mall in Oak Grove, a crappy Portland suburb. I worked 4 shifts a week, each 12 hours long. I had a coffee pot, I was allowed to smoke inside the store, and I spent the majority of my day sitting on my ass chainsmoking and reading Harry Potter books over and over. I'd pass the time doing stupid shit like hiding a whoopie cushion under my cash register and stepping on it when I went to pick things up, just to see if the customers would say anything.
Other than those jobs and a couple of other odd ones, I've been a barista at various cafes since I was 19 and it's something I alternately really enjoy and really hate (because people are so stupid, but whatever).
Hope y'all are having a good night.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
It feels like we're making no progress on our kitchen, but that's probably because my husband is doing all the work. He's just in the process of rewiring some electrical stuff, moving plumbing down the wall, patching rotted parts of the subfloor. These are all projects that he's doing in the hours immediately after he gets home from work, too. I can't believe how hard he's working.
We're all getting over a cold and we're all REALLY tired of takeout but cooking in our living room can be such a drag, especially if we have to bust out the camp stove on the porch. But then, a revelation! My mom reminded me that she owns a huge electric skillet!
My mom has had this thing my whole life, but I completely forgot about it. She used to bust it out on occasion when I was a kid for random dishes, and it comes in handy when you're cooking for a lot of people and your stove is all filled up.
Anyway, it feels awesome to eat home cooked food, even if it's just a simple stir fry with eggs and vegetables.
And Sambal. Oh hey, I do like soliciting the opinions of my readers. What's your favorite chili sauce? I like the Sambal Oelek but I want recommendations for other stuff, especially stuff you can get at Asian markets, I live right down the street from a huge one.
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Oh my god, have you HAD ONE OF THESE?!??!?!
I already love Dave's Killer Bread because it's tasty and good for you (even though it's like double the price I usually like to pay for bread, but I mean, this is GOOD BREAD y'all). And I love it because their packaging illustrations are all done by my friend (and penpal) Ryan Alexander-Tanner.
Anyway this is basically like a long skinny cinnamon roll. You really want to slice it up because the whole thing has like 1600 calories so even though you WANT to shove the whole thing down your gullet, you uhhhh, probably shouldn't. But it's all whole grains and no refined sugar and blah blah. It satisfied my sweet tooth today. Actually I might have another piece of it right now.
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Wait, what IS lemon curd? Oh. That's what it is.
Hey, this stuff was delicious! Alia made it. I was at her house the other day and she let me try some. She spooned up a jar full of it for me but I forgot to take it home.
New Seasons (a local hippie grocery chain) prints out tons of recipe cards and keeps them near their sample counter. I grab them all the time but never remember to make them. Alia remembered, though. I am so lazy, I photographed the recipe card, haha!
If that is too small for you to read, click here. Sorry this post is lacking in witty banter, my kid came home from preschool today with pink eye (a delightful remnant of Easter weekend, when my sister brought her kids over to play when they were recovering from the dread disease.) and my kitchen is still in shambles so it's been all takeout burritos and whatnot around here for days. How about Y'ALL entertain ME for awhile? Post links, recommend books to read (just picked up McGee's On Food & Cooking on the advice of the cook at my new job), tell me a story about your day, tell me I'm stupid, whatever.