1. Diet for an Atomic Planet: Of kittens and jellies

    March 29, 2011 by ms. xandra

    This week we visited several exciting points on the jello spectrum!

    The other night, the last night of spring break, I was looking for something to do with myself, and so I decided to spend some quality time with Meta Given.  I’ve decided that, from now on, whenever I’m looking for something to do with myself (admittedly, this does not happen often) I’m going to whip something up from the Modern Encyclopedia of Cooking, using whatever is on hand.  Last weekend, we’d had a tasty brunch of buttermilk pancakes and mimosas, which meant that what was on hand was leftover buttermilk and orange juice.

    Meta Given to the rescue!

    Orange Buttermilk Jelly

    1/2 cup strained orange juice

    1 tbsp lemon juice

    1 1/2 cups fresh buttermilk

    Pinch of salt

    About 1/3 cup sugar (ed’s note:  I used closer to 1/4 cup and it was fine!)

    1 tbsp plain gelatin

    3 tbsp cold water

    2 seedless oranges, peeled and sectioned

    Whipping cream

    Combine orange and lemon juice with buttermilk and salt and sweeten to suit the taste, depending on sweetness of orange juice.  Soften gelatin in cold water; then heat over hot water until dissolved.  Stir into buttermilk mixture.  Pour into a mold or bowl and chill until firm.  Unmold and garnish with orange sections, and serve with whipped cream if desired.

    So, “soften gelatin in cold water; then heat over hot water until dissolved,” is a somewhat cryptic instruction, unusually cryptic for Meta, who is often painfully clear about things, but this is a very necessary step: when you soften gelatin powder in a few tablespoons of water, it firms up almost immediately and has the consistency of paste.  I then set the little bowl of jello paste that I’d made into a bowl of hot water, which melted it back down into a thick liquid that was easily blendable with the rest of the ingredients.

    So.  I am sure that you are skeptical about how this particular dish turned out.  Buttermilk is kind of a weird thing, and it is kind of a gross thing on its own, but it does miraculous things in cooking and baking, but this particular application of buttermilk involved neither cooking nor baking it.  But it was so delicious.  Amazingly so and surprisingly so.  The buttermilk made the jelly tart and zesty, and combined with the orange and lemon juice, it tasted like key lime pie.  I actually speculate that this dish could easily double as a pie filling – it would be super nice with a graham cracker crust.  So the verdict with this one is YOU SHOULD MAKE IT EVEN THOUGH IT SOUNDS GROSS AND CRAZY.  Because it is kind of a transcendent dessert experience.

    Presentation-wise, though, I kinda flubbed this one.  There wasn’t really enough of the mixture for my bundt pan, so it wasn’t stable enough to actually stand up in a ring, so it kind of flopped out onto the plate.  I also didn’t have orange sections or whipped cream to make it look nice, so instead I fixed this unappealing presentation with the swift application of an entire flower arrangement.

    And here is a guest appearance from Franklin R. Kitten, food critic, who officially endorses this gelatin-based dessert:

    So we ate it all, and then I decided that a house is not a home unless it has a weird, molded dessert and/or salad in it, so last night I made Meta’s Mocha Whip.

    Mocha Whip

    1 tbsp plain gelatin

    2 tbsp cold water

    1/2 cup very strong coffee

    3 eggs, separated

    1/2 cup sugar

    Pinch of salt

    2 teaspoons vanilla

    Cream

    (Meta offers some strangely involved instructions on how to make strong coffee, but I am not including them because you know how to make coffee.) Soften gelatin in the cold water for 5 minutes, then set in hot water to dissolve.  Beat the egg yolks in the top of a double boiler (ed.’s note for those with ill-equipped kitchens:  I have no double boiler, so I just used a little pot inside a big pot!), then beat in the sugar and salt.  Add the 1/2 cup coffee and cook over hot water until the mixture coats a spoon (ed.’s note:  there is an illustration in the book to show what “coating a spoon” should look like, but it is largely indecipherable and useless.   I ended up cooking this until it had thickened somewhat and started to become opaque, at which point it was pretty much coating the spoon.  I also ended up cooking the mixture for far longer than you’d think you would, but it seemed necessary).  Add the vanilla and gelatin; blend well.  Fold in stiffly beaten egg whites.  (ed.’s note:  I was [possibly needlessly] worried that the heat from the gelatin/egg yolk mixture would cook the egg whites, so I actually put it in the fridge for just a few minutes so it could cool a wee bit.  Not sure if this was actually necessary, but it didn’t hurt anything.  But be careful not to cool it for too long, or your gelatin will set!)

    Pour into a 4-cup glass mold or into smaller individual glass ones.  Chill until firm.  When ready to serve, unmold and serve with cream.

    Ok, so, look at this gorgeous thing.  It looks like a cartoon dessert from, like, Super Marioland or something.  I was admittedly somewhat gratuitous in my use of whipped cream.

    And YUM YUM YUM.  The egg white/gelatin mixture sets to a really interesting texture.  It’s very light and a bit spongy, but also kind of cake-like.  And it tasted almost EXACTLY like my grandmother’s homemade tiramisu.  It was really remarkable.  And really delicious.  It might be my favorite gelatin adventure so far!

    And here is Franklin R. Kitten with whipped cream all over his eyebrow whiskers because I left the mixer unattended on the counter for all of five seconds:

     

    Jonathan Gold, watch out.  Franklin R. Kitten is coming for your Pulitzer.


  2. F@#$ yeah, internet.

    March 23, 2011 by ms. xandra

    During the past ten minutes, I have been having a really good time with Fuck Yeah, Nouns.  Are you familliar with this exciting new Internet Activity?  Ok, go familiarize yourself.

    And…we’re back.  So, in an attempt to test how cultured the Fuck Yeah, Nouns engine is, I have attempted to search for each of the Ninja Turtles, to see whether inputting their names as my nouns would result in pictures of Ninja Turtles or pictures of artwork.

    Fuck yeah, Donatello gives us a picture of Donatello’s David.

    Fuck yeah, Raphael gives us a picture of Raphael’s School of Athens.

    Fuck yeah, Michaelangelo gives us some Sistine Chapel detail.

    Fuck yeah, Leonardo gives us a really unflattering picture of Leonardo DiCaprio.

    WELL DONE INTERNET, YOU NEVER LET ME DOWN.


  3. Diet for an Atomic Planet, Episode 3: If I had a theme song, it would be a song about jello molds, written to the tune of the Runaways’ “Cherry Bomb.”

    March 14, 2011 by ms. xandra

    I have been learning so much about gelatin.  For instance, I went for Chinese food the other night, and we had those amazing dumplings that magically have soup inside them.  Do you know how this magic is achieved?  It is achieved through the magic of GELATIN!  They basically make a batch of soup-flavored jello, and put a piece inside each dumpling, and when they are steamed, it melts and becomes soup.  MAGIC!

    Also, did you know that gelatin is a reversible colloid?  Nor did I!  I do not even really know what that means, in scientific terms!  But I do know that, in practical terms it means this:  once gelatin has gellified, you can melt it down, and then when it cools it will re-gellify again.  This is an important thing to be aware of if you need to let your jello set partially before stirring something into the mold, and you decide to speed the setting of your jello mold by putting it in the freezer for a few minutes, but then forget about it because you are on a conference call and suddenly it is an hour later and your jello has completely set.  Not that this has ever happened in Alexandra’s 1947 Test Kitchen.

    Anyhow, I have been kind of mad at the world lately, partly because of the union stuff in Wisconsin, which riles me even more now than ever before, because I have suddenly become increasingly involved in union/labor-related organizing (more on that some other time).  But I have discovered that making gelatin-based desserts is an excellent way to de-stress after a long day of feeling impotently rageful, because it is like weird exciting science, but science you get to eat.  So the other night I tried my  hand at Meta Given’s Caramel Sponge

    Caramel Sponge

    3/4 cup sugar

    1/2 cup boiling water

    1 tablespoon gelatin

    1/4 cup cold water

    2 eggs, separated

    1/4 tsp salt

    1 cup milk

    1 teaspoon vanilla

    whipped cream

    Put 1/2 cup of the sugar into a heavy metal saucepan or skillet, and stir constantly over direct heat until melted to an amber-colored liquid.  Slowly add the boiling water and simmer until caramel is entirely dissolved, stirring occasionally.  Cool for about 10 minutes.  Soften gelatin in cold water for 5 minutes.  Beat egg yolks, add salt and milk, and slowly stir in the caramel syrup.  Return to saucepan and cook over low heat, stirring constantly until mixture just coats the spoon.  Remove from heat and stir in the gelatin; add vanilla and chill.  When mixture has become thick and syrupy beat the egg whites until stiff, add the remaining 1/4 cup of sugar, and beat until thick and smooth; then whip the gelatin mixture until fluffy and add to the egg whites, folding lightly but thoroughly until well mixed.  Pour into mold, bowl, or sherbet glasses, and chill until firm.  Serve with whipped or plain cream.

    So, one unfortunate aspect of the gelatin-based dessert, is that I have a tendency to Want Dessert Right Now, Thanks, which makes the “chill until firm” part of the process a bit of a challenge for me.  So, true to form, I unmolded this too soon, and it kind of blobbed out onto the plate, so, sadly, I have no photograph for you of a perfect caramel sponge.  But, I figure this blog is a place to both celebrate my victories and almost victories, so here is an almost molded caramel sponge:

    I promise it was more tasty than it looks.  It was really good.  It was fluffy and kind of mousse-like.  If anything, it might have been a bit too sweet – I probably could have lived without the second sugar addition.  But this was a really interesting dessert to make – a strange hybrid of custard and meringue and jello mold – and I think I might try it again, and use it as a base recipe for other flavors.  Meta has a recipe for something similar that is lemon-flavored that sounds pretty amazing, so that one might be next on the list.


  4. Diet for an Atomic Planet, Episode Two: Just when you thought it was safe to order salad

    March 11, 2011 by ms. xandra

    Salads.  Ah yes, salads.  Delightful bowls of leafy greens with tasty vinaigrettes, perhaps a carrot or a tomato or a mandarin slice or two, and, if you’re feeling particularly indulgent, some cheese.  Yes, I thought I knew what salads were.  But then one day, I made Meta Given’s banana salad, and it looked like this:

    We are learning some things about the 1950s as we do this project, yes, we most certainly are.  One of the main things I have learned is that a salad is something that has a fruit or vegetable in it somewhere, is usually served on a bed of lettuce, and usually has mayonnaise.  This salad is Banana Salad, which consists primarily of a fruit (banana), is served on a bed of lettuce (historically inaccurate arugula:  you can bet your 1950s housewife would have used iceberg), and has that lovely dollop of mayonnaise smack in the middle, which I further beautified using a sprig of sad, wilty dill that I found in the bottom of the vegetable crisper.  The use of exotic peanuts are really what sets this salad apart from the crowd, I’d say.  Would you like a banana salad of your very own?  Of course you would!  Here’s how you make one:

    Banana Salad

    3 bananas, well-ripened

    1/4 cup orange juice

    Chopped peanuts – or other nuts

    Lettuce

    Fruit salad dressing or Mayonnaise

    Peel bananas, cut lengthwise in half and then crosswise in half.  To prevent them from discoloring, prepare salads just before serving and coat bananas at once with orange juice.  Roll in chopped nuts, pressing slightly to partially imbed them.  Arrange on lettuce and serve with preferred dressing.

    One of my new favorite pastimes is to say to people “Hey, ever heard of banana salad?” and then read this recipe aloud to them and watch them try to put together, in their minds, an image of what it looks like.  It is sort of performance art that way.

    Anyhow, shockingly, this salad was kind of delicious and we at all of it.  The orange juice made the bananas kind of tangy, and the mayonnaise paired very nicely with the peanuts.  Which is the strangest sentence I have ever written.  But as strange as it sounds, it worked.  I would actually consider making this again.  Actually.  Really.

    Next up, Cream of Almond Soup.  Because that’s what one always serves after banana salad.

    Cream of Almond Soup

    (A Delicious Soup for Unusual Occasions)

    1/4 cup of butter

    1/2 cup of almonds, blanched

    3 tbsps flur

    2 cups milk

    2 cups richly flavored chicken broth

    4 thin slices lemon

    Watercress

    Heat butter in saucepan.  Add almonds, toss to coat.  Let almonds toast over very low heat, frequently tossing and stirring to brown evenly. When lightly browned remove from butter, let cool, then put through a food chopper.  Blend flour with butter left in pan.  Gradually add the milk and chicken broth.  Heat to boiling, stirring constantly.  if broth is unsalted, add salt to taste.  Add the ground almonds.  Serve piping hot with a thin slice of lemon and a spring of watercress floating on top.

    (note – I used vegetable stock instead of chicken to make this vegetarian friendly)

    So, while this recipe begs many questions (namely “Nut soup?”), the most interesting one might be “what is the nature of the unusual occasion at which one might serve almond soup?” and I can only conclude that the occasion must be that rare time when people show up, expect dinner, and all you have on hand is a bag of nuts and a quart of milk and some stock.  BUT ANYHOW, I know the question on your minds is clearly, what does nut soup taste like?  Well, it tastes quite nice, if completely bland (am I sensing a theme, Meta?) and once we added some black pepper, it was pretty delicious.  And yes, nutty.

    So the real challenge this week was to come up with a three course meal from 1947 that was vegetarian friendly, because of visiting vegetarians.  This was a challenge because I’m fairly certain Meta Given had never heard of vegetarians before.  So, for the main course, we went with beans.  You will note that the recipe for Bean and Apple casserole does, in fact, call for salt pork.  Because I am not Laura Ingalls Wilder, I do not have a ready supply of salt pork, and since we were going veg anyhow, I topped the casserole with a vegetarian salt pork flavor equivalent that I invented, and that may or may not taste anything like actual salt pork,  consisting of several knobs of butter, some smoked salt, and a few liberal dashes of Maggi (Improves the Taste!) (It is also worth noting that when I looked Maggi up in Amazon just now, the “customers who bought this item also bought” list consisted of three different-sized bottles of Maggi, a box of potato dumpling mix, and I Spit On Your Grave.  I offer this fact without commentary, for your consideration).

    Navy Bean and Apple Casserole

    1lb. dried navy beans (2 cups)

    6 cups cold water

    1 tsp salt

    3 large tart apples, peeled and sliced

    1/3 cup brown sugar, firmly packed

    1/4 lb. salt pork, sliced

    Wash beans and turn into a 3-quart saucepan.  Add the water and salt, heat to boiling, and simmer, gently, covered, about 2 hours.  Drain, saving cooking water.  Arrange beans and apple slices in alternate layers in a greased casserole, sprinkling sugar over each layer.  Pour in 2 cups of the cooking liquid and top with slices of salt pork.  Bake, covered, in a very slow oven (250 degrees) for about 2 1/2 hours, or until beans are light brown and thoroughly cooked.  If they become dry in cooking, add more cooking liquid or hot water.  There should be enough liquid on the beans to make a gravy-like sauce over them.

    So, this was baked beans and apples, and it was very nice, if you like that sort of thing.  Sweet, but not too sweet, considering all the brown sugar.  If I were to make this according to my own specs, instead of Meta’s, I would probably liberally douse this in chili powder and go for some kind of spicy sweet thing, but, as we have learned, such taste sensations had not been invented in the America of 1947.  And weirdly, even though I actually pre-soaked the beans (which Meta does not call for), and boiled them forever, and baked them forever, they were still kind of underdone by the time we ate.  I actually imagine this might have worked really well if left in a crock pot all day.

    And then, because one cannot live on beans from 1947 alone, we had vegan black and white cookies that the fabulous Ms. Jill brought for dessert!

    Special thanks to Sam, Jill, Nikki, and Aaron, who gamely ate bananas with peanuts and mayonnaise on them and at least pretended to like it.

    Sorry pictures are crap this time out – I was stuck using the ol’ telephonecamera.  Will do better next time!


  5. Misc.

    February 13, 2011 by ms. xandra

    1.  For my birthday Aaron signed me up for neon school.  Seriously.  As in, starting at the end of March, I am taking an eight week long course on how to make your own neon sign.  I will learn such skills as bending tubes of glass using flames, wiring high-voltage transformers, and mixing different gases to make colors!  Will I blow something up? Most likely.  Will I have an amazing time making a giant neon tyrannosaurus rex?  ABSOLUTELY.  Is Aaron kind of amazing?  Um…yeah.

    2.  Dan Savage said something that was supposed to be funny, but instead was fatphobic and offensive!  But luckily this smart lady called him out, and managed to be intelligent AND ACTUALLY funny.  See?  It can be done!

    3.  We are doing a sex shop series for Valentines over at blogging.la, so you should go contribute some sexy haikus to my sexy haiku post, because my sexy haikus aren’t very funny because it’s late and I’ve had too much wine to be writing sexy haikus.

    4.  I would like for Sidney Poitier to come over and read me bedtime stories.  Because this is sadly unfeasible, I have instead added every film he has ever made to my Netflix queue.  This means that in about a month, when all the Sidney Poitier dvds start coming in, I will be all like “why did I order so much Sidney Poitier?”  Something similar is happening right now, only with bad Italian horror movies, because about a month ago I remembered that I like Mario Bava.  And that’s why tomorrow I will be watching something unfortunate called “Kill, Baby, Kill!” when really I would like to watch “In the Heat of the Night.”

    5.  I love this picture of Frances Farmer that I found on the LA times website.  This was photo editing before the days of the Magical Picture-Fixing Robot Box (ie: computer), friends.  This was photo editing with markers:


  6. Diet for an Atomic Planet, episode the first: The Unbearable Blandness of Eating

    February 1, 2011 by ms. xandra

    Let me tell you a story:

    Once upon a time a young lady became oddly obsessed with post-World War II culture in all of its incarnations:  the music, the fashion, the movies.  And then that young lady decided to take the last step officially certifiable:  she decided that the time had come to begin dabbling in Cold War-era American cuisine.

    And so I am pleased to bring you the first episode of Diet for an Atomic Planet, starring Mrs. Meta Given, the Betty Crocker of Pittsburgh.  All recipes below the jump are from the 1947 two-volume edition of Mrs. Given’s Modern Encyclopedia of Cooking.

    (more…)


  7. How good have I been at blogging more often? ANSWER: Terrible.

    January 17, 2011 by ms. xandra

    But oh well.  Tomorrow I am having the first ever Dinner with Mrs. Given.  I will not reveal what the menu will include, but rest assured that it will be visually stunning, at least, and possibly tasty?  No, it will totally be tasty.  Pimiento cheese will be prominently featured!  And cherries!  But not in the same dish, I promise.  I am deliberately only making tasty things from the Meta Given cookbook and avoiding the entire “variety meats” chapter, given that “variety meats” seems to be a coy euphemism for horrifying organs that nobody wants to eat, and includes a recipe for something that is actually called “Brains a la Newburg.”

    Also, look at this cuteness:

    Those are Franklin and Baskerville, my furry monster babies, whom we have named after typefaces.  One of them is currently sitting beside me and is having a hard time assimilating the fact that CORN CHIPS ARE NOT FOR KITTIES THEY ARE FOR ALEXANDRA.  The other one is being aloof because he has decided that today, he is afraid of the living room.  They are awesome.  You will probably be seeing more of them, as I need to do my part to ensure that the internet remains 99.9% pictures of cats.

    And I leave you with some words of wisdom from the Patron Saint of Mid-Century Cuisine, Mrs. Meta Given herself, who will certainly be smiling upon me tomorrow:

    “Almost any hors d’oeuvres or canape can be made larger and served as the first course at the table.  When served this way, it is usually eaten with a fork.”

    I interpret this as a beyond-the-grave endorsement of my giant deviled ostrich egg, and also an invitation to host a dinner party at which I serve each guest a giant, plate-sized pinwheel sandwich (cream cheese/gherkin variety).


  8. Breaking Cheese Carrot Update! Also, new years resolutions?

    December 28, 2010 by ms. xandra

    Hello my friends and darlings, how are you?  I am particularly excellent right now because I have finally answered a question that has plagued myself and several of my compatriots for time immemorial (ie:  since last May).  That question is:  what actually goes in a Cheese Carrot?  But we will get to that in a second.  First!  I am hereby announcing my new years resolutions!  I do not ordinarily make resolutions, but these are things that have been on my mind for some time so I feel like January is as good a time as any to implement them.

    RESOLUTION 1:  Blog more.  To that end, I have a new foolhardy project, which I will detail below!  Also, I will blog more at Blogging.LA because I don’t post as much as I ought to and I feel guilty about it.

    RESOLUTION 2:  Come up with a post-Ph.D. life plan.  I feel like now is a pretty good time to be doing this, since I’ve got about 2 years left of grad school if things go well, so I can start putting things in place.  The deal is:  I like academia.  I like it a lot.  I like learning and I like teaching and I like writing.  I am not totally burnt out on it yet.  I will totally finish my degree, and I will totally take a stab at finding an academic job.  HOWEVER, the reality is that there are fewer and fewer good jobs in academia.  So, rather than become one of those people who doggedly and futilely pursue non-existent tenure-track jobs, and find themselves living on ramen at age 40, I want to start thinking NOW about what I can do to get a job outside of academia, and, if possible, start doing things now that will make that possible.  This could take some doing, as my curent skill set is not, how you say, easily marketable.  And this is where, you, my friends, come in!  I have a few ideas about things I could potentially do, but I would like to know:  have you ever thought to yourself “Gee, that Alexandra would make a really good (insert profession here)”?  Because I am curious as to what other people think I would be good at.  WARNING:   If you say that I will be a good lumberjack or a good rabbi (both actual career suggestions that were recommended to me by a computerized aptitude test in high school) you will be disqualified.  Also, while I have entertained both “society wife” and “high-class call girl” as options, I feel that these positions would not truly play to my strengths.

    AND NOW CHEESE CARROTS.

    So, as you may recall, I made a cheese- and gelatin-based monstrosity last spring, for research purposes.  It was based on a recipe that I vaguely recalled from a 1947 recipe book by one Mrs. Meta Given, the Betty Crocker of Pittsburgh,   that I found in a book sale in a church basement.    As of last spring, the book was in my parents’ basement in Canada, and I was in Los Angeles, so I had to reconstruct the recipe from memory.  I remembered that it involved cheese, carrots, gelatin, and parsley, and I remembered that it was pretty unfortunate, and based on these remembrances, I attempted to recreate it.  And now, here I am in Canada, where I have finally excavated the actual cookbook from my parents basement and I present for you the genuine, 100% authentic and true Meta Given Cheese Carrot Recipe!

    (Please excuse the poor photo quality – these are taken with my phone because, alas, my camera got lost or stolen at LAX.  Because of the un-stellar quality, I shall transcribe below.)

    CHEESE CARROTS

    1/2 tsp plain gelatin

    1 tbsp cold water

    1/4 pimiento cheese spread(editor’s note: OH GOD WHAT COULD THIS BE???  Ok, maybe it is not so bad?)

    1/8 tsp salt

    Dash of Worcestershire sauce (editor’s note:  it’s the Worcestershire sauce that really elevates this from mere cooking to cuisine.)

    1/3 cup freshly grated carrots

    Parsley

    Soften gelatin in cold water for 5 minutes.  Melt over hot water.  Cool slightly.  Blend with pimiento cheese, salt, and Worcestershire sauce.  Chil just enough to stiffen slightly.  Divide into 1/2 teaspoon portions.  Roll each portion of cheese into a cone shape, then roll in the grated carrots until generously coated with carrot.  Place on a waxed paper and chill until firm.  Stick a small spring of parsley in the end of each.  Makes about 20.

    So…this is both less horrible and more horrible than what I remembered it being.  I was not THAT far off, however, and I do think that the use of cheese spread is better than the grated cheese that I used.  However, it pleases me that the gelatin is not as large a component as I thought it was because that means that making a vegetarian version of these is much more feasible.

    The cookbook this comes from – Meta Given’s Modern Encyclopedia of Cooking – is a source of magic and wonder.  And also, as evidenced by th above,  horror.  And so, I have decided to embark on an extended journey with this cookbook, to really get to know the ins and outs of mid-century American cuisine.  So what I am going to do is make a recipe from Meta Given’s Modern Encyclopedia of Cooking once a week.  This is not going to be some Julie and Julia thing where I cook my way through the entire entire book because, honestly, I would like to emerge from this with my life and my stomach lining both intact, so I will be picking and choosing my recipes depending on what I can stand.  I can tell you right now that I will not be making ANYTHING from page 445:

    Prune milk, sage milk, tomato buttermilk, tomato milk…strangely enough, these have limited appeal.

    But there are plenty of other things in this book that are equally silly and about half as disgusting.  So stay tuned!  Sunday Dinner with Mrs. Given will start some time in the new year!

    Because of the un-stellar quality, I shall transcribe:


  9. Home!

    December 18, 2010 by ms. xandra

    Coming home after a year-long absence is weird.  It is nice, but it is weird, and it is sad.  It’s sad because I know I’ll be coming home a year from now, but I’m not sure if I’ll be home in between, now that research wants to take me far across the ocean.  It’s sad because people get older and things change.  Every time I visit my parents there are things in the house that are different, just slightly, and there are things in the house that are exactly the same, like, for instance, my bedroom, largely unchanged since I graduated high school.

    I find myself clinging to this time at home in a weirdly desperate way.  I need it and I want it, and it’s so painful sometimes that I can’t have more of it.  Have I ever told you about how sometimes I’ll wake up in the middle of the night and start panicking because I can’t remember the last time I talked to my mother, only to realize that I’d talked to her earlier that evening because we always talk on the phone on Sundays and Thursdays?  So very many times.  And it’s funny because I know that I’m not that much further away from my family than my LA friends who have their families on the east coast, but somehow the physical reality of border-crossing makes it seem further, or at least gives it an added level of anxiety.

    But I’m here now, and it’s good.  My littlest sister seems impressively maturer and is going to be a graphic designer and told me all about her typography class, which makes me slighly sad that I never went to design school (which was something that was on the table for me, once upon a time).  My other sister, well, she lives with my parents still, and just got  a pug puppy, which manages to both be cute and to look an awful lot like a weird, deformed guinea pig at the same time.

    I spent a week in Toronto visiting people and seeing faces and, sadly, grading, but mostly the time was happy and refreshing.  I miss my friends and I miss living in a city that feels close-knit.  I love LA, but sometimes its distances exhaust me.

    I spent two days with my grandmother in London, who had me out shoveling out her driveway at 10:00 at night, which reminded me that I am allergic to winter.  Also, we had an excellent chat about booze, which went as follows:

    “I read in the German magazine that you should soak raisins in gin and eat ten a day for arthritis.  And I bought gin and it was so expensive!  $16 for such a small bottle!”

    “That seems about par for the course for gin, though.  What kind did you get?”

    “Oh, some Mexican kind.”

    “They don’t make gin in Mexico.  This is Sauza.  This is tequila.”

    “Really?  Well, I’m sure it will do the same thing.”

    “I don’t know about that.  Gin is made out of juniper berries.  Tequila is made out of a cactus.”

    And that is the story of why my grandmother has a jar of raisins soaking in tequlia on her kitchen counter.

    We’re heading up to the frozen wilds of Northern Ontario on the 23rd, and until then I am reading lots fiction and doing research on Frankie Avalon and Annette Funicello and teen idols that I am actually going to get paid for.  Dreams really do come true!

    Also, I have figured out how to make Christmukkah into Dinosaur Day, but more on that later.


  10. This salad is going really well.

    December 5, 2010 by ms. xandra

    My kitchen looks like a murder scene and I think there might be grey matter in my bundt pan!  Must be Saturday.