Winter Solstice
I hope everyone who celebrates Winter Solstice had a beautiful day! As for James and I, it couldn’t have been more perfect.
As some of you may know, James does all the cooking year-round except for the Winter Solstice when I take over and plan a sometimes rather elaborate meal. This tradition came about because James works in retail and there are many years when he does not get Solstice off from work and is therefore not home to cook a celebratory meal. Sure, we could choose to have our meal on a different day, but for whatever reason, we decided the meal needed to be on the actual Solstice. Since James was not reliably available to cook, I took on the cooking. And, of course, I couldn’t cook just anything.
I usually start going through recipes in the middle of November and come up with a menu by Thanksgiving, which gives us time to get all the ingredients that are sometimes a challenge to find and require some revision. This year, however, ingredients were no problem at all.
Working in an academic library, I generally get a big chunk of time off around Christmas and New Year’s, and this year is no exception. I was even able to take a few extra days on either end. So I began my holiday vacation Friday, which was very important because part of the Solstice menu was sourdough bread that requires two days to make.
I found a great recipe with easy to follow instructions. I am one of the people who, during the pandemic, started a sourdough culture. My starter, Tilda, has been with me since May 1, 2020. I feed her–them–regularly, and they keep happily growing and reproducing. Friday afternoon Tilda obliged me with the starter for a loaf of bread. I made the dough according to instructions, covered the bowl with a damp towel and allowed the critters to do their thing overnight and into mid-morning Saturday.
Then it was time to follow through with the process, the second rise, the baking, and hoping it all turned out ok because I have never made sourdough bread before. This was the result:
A sourdough miracle!
The crust was crusty and the inside was soft and chewy. Beginner’s luck?
The bread went along with the simple miso and tofu soup:
Light but flavorful
There were some minutes of panic when I was ready to make the soup and asked James where the wakame had ended up and he couldn’t find it. He did find it eventually and everything ended up just fine.
After the soup came the main dish, stuffed butternut squash. This one I did some mixing of recipes. The original recipe was for acorn squash, but why buy an acorn squash when I have butternuts I grew in the garden? I had to scoop out a larger hollow in the butternut for the stuffing to fit in, and the squash took a bit longer to roast than an acorn would, but it all came out just fine.
I filled the squash with a wild rice stuffing. The rice stuffing recipe includes apple and walnuts and I didn’t want a sweet stuffing because butternuts are sweet enough already. So I left out the apple and walnuts. Instead, I added spicy crispy chickpeas seasoned with a home-mixed tandoori masala spice blend. Unfortunately, I wrote down the recipe and don’t remember what blog I got it from. The spicy chickpeas played well with the wild rice stuffing and squash and added a nice sort of crouton crunch.
As delicious as it is pretty
And then for dessert, which we actually had earlier in the afternoon with coffee, snickers cake. My version did not look as fancy as the one in the online recipe, but it still tasted amazing
Decadent
So much yum!
We ate the all the squash, but there is still stuffing, which with the chickpeas makes its own meal, and soup and bread. And cake of course. Leftovers rock!
If James doesn’t do it first, I’m going to have to try to make another loaf of sourdough bread in a few weeks to see if it was a fluke it turned out so well, or whether I’m actually pretty good an the bread making.
Now I’m on vacation through January 5th. There is garden planning to do, reading, relaxing, knitting, and a few other projects.
My bruises from being doored last weekend are healing up nicely with the help of comfrey salve I made from my garden comfrey last year. And thankfully, no further injuries materialized. My repaired cargo bike should be ready to pick up from the shop tomorrow.
There is always plenty of joy to be had if only I pay attention. This last week there were holiday cards and some surprise gifts. On Thursday we had 5.5 inches/ 14 cm of snow. James and I decided to take public transit instead of putting our lives in danger with bad drivers on unplowed roads. There is much joy sitting on a warm bus and allowing someone else to worry about getting me to my destination. On the way home in the evening, there were so many homes lit up with holiday lights that I had the chance to savor, something I cannot do much of on my bike since I need to pay attention to what is happening on the road.
The juncos, who are themselves a joy with their little round fat bodies, keep visiting the garden to eat amaranth and hyssop seeds. Watching them through the window never fails to make me smile.
And today, the chickens made me laugh. It’s been pretty cold so we haven’t opened the run to let them out into the garden, but today was sunny and just below freezing and I thought perhaps they would like the opportunity for some fresh air. They don’t much like snow, but they will walk down the snowy garden path to the snow-free deck just to be outside. I figured that is what they would do. But when they finally decided to investigate beyond the coop, only Ethel and Sia came out, walked to the top of the stairs from the chicken garden to the main garden, stood there a few minutes looking out over all the snow, decided nope, then turned around and went back inside their warm, dray, straw covered run.
Later in the week will bring a thaw, so perhaps enough snow will melt to entice them out for a walkabout.
Reading
- Book: 44 Poems on Being With Each Other, edited by Pádraig Ó Tuama. Ó Tuama does the On Being Poetry Unbound podcast. I have listened to it before but it isn’t my cuppa. Still, I love reading poetry, and James brought this home when an advance reading copy showed up at work. The poems are great and I found some new to me poets I want to investigate further. However, Ó Tuama makes a small personal introduction to each poem and then follows each peom with 3-4 pages of explication. I very soon gave up reading everything but the poems. It’s not that the other bits were not good, he does a fine, nonacademic job of explaining poetry because he is himself a poet and approaches the poems as a poet and a reader of poetry. But, I don’t need anyone explaining the poems to me, I can do that just fine. I think this book would be great for people who like poetry but are intimidated by it, who feel like they need a friendly assist in learning how to be a poetry reader. So if that sounds like you, then definitely give this book a try.
- Lecture: Writing in the Stupid Age by Anne Haverty. This is the text of a lecture Haverty delivered at the United Arts Club in Dublin in October. She talks about literature, art, culture and AI. It is very good.
- Graphic history: Among Giants: A Brief Hydrological History of the Upper Midwest. A graphic history of the upper Mississippi River and valley. Brief and glacier-ific.
- Map: Indigenous Artists Give Minnesota Map a Makeover. I wouldn’t call it a makeover. I’d call it a map of the land before white colonial settlers stole it and renamed everything.
Quote
“You could say we have been softened up to give ourselves up to AI. Our language is withering into banality, our concentration is wrecked, our respect for our unique capacity for thinking and creating eroded. We have come to take refuge from each other in the machine. As AI learns to do better will we be happy to hand over to it that capacity for thinking and creating, the capacity that gives us much of our sense of purpose and fulfilment? “
~Anne Haverty, Writing in the Stupid Age
Listening
- Nothing of particular interest this week
Watching
James’s Kitchen Wizardry
Suspended this week for my Solstice amazingness. He’ll be back at it week, I’m sure.
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