We went to Hopworks for dinner tonight. Yum.
The Basic Burger & Fries
Levi enjoying his fries
I went for a walk at work. I discovered a new sculpture in a park I’d never been.
Lunchtime Exploring
Peter bought a big wrench.
Levi & The Big Wrench
We discovered Walgreen’s has a car charger.
Walgreen's Goes Electric
Walgreen's Goes Electric
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Climate change is happening. We can attempt to deny it. We can go along with the conflict among politicians and in the newspapers. We can close our eyes to it. We can say “weather is weather” when we look at a balmy January day when it should be 20 below. Climate change — global warming — is happening. No matter what we say to console ourselves doesn’t change the trend that 98% of the scientific community accepts as fact. Our world is warming and places are already being affected. Recently, the Oregonian published a map put out by the USDA. The USDA is redrawing their garden zoning maps to more accurately reflect current temperatures. The caption lightly explains warming, but also attributes the change to better mapping software! So, I put a flippant comment on my Facebook page that got its own attention from my friends. One didn’t realize I was being sarcastic. Another responded with his own, appropriately, flippant remark. Finally, a family member expressed her own frustration with how we glaze over this very serious problem. As a follow-up, I posted a link to a three-year old Scientific American article that showcased ten places that in 2008 that were clearly affected by climate change. Some of the listed places include:
Darfur
Until the rains failed in Darfur, the region’s pastoralists lived amicably with the settled farmers. The nomadic herders grazed their camels on the rocky hillsides between the fertile plots and fed their animals on the leavings from the harvest….[More]
The Gulf Coast
Climate scientists may still be debating to what extent climate change is going to translate into stronger and more frequent hurricanes, but insurance companies aren’t waiting for the final answer….[More]
Northern Europe
The warming of the globe has so far generally been good for the world’s wine. It has allowed the fruit to come off the vine richer and riper. A study led by Gregory Jones, a climatologist at Southern Oregon University in Ashland, Ore., and the son of a winegrower, tracked the impact of rising temperatures between 1950 and 1999, using as a measure of quality the values by the auction house Sotheby’s, which rates wines on a 100-point scale….[More]
Great Barrier Reef
Not all the carbon dioxide we emit contributes to atmospheric warming. More than a third of what we have produced since the industrial revolution has been absorbed by the oceans, where it reacts with seawater to form carbonic acid….[More]
In recent years, no less than four Alaskan communities have been forced to relocate (Shishmaref, Kivalina, Shaktoolik and Newtok) due to climate change. Waters are rising. Temperatures are rising. Plants and animals are migrating, and now people are migrating too. These communities are the canaries in the coal mine. They are the ones screaming to the rest of the world, “LISTEN! Climate change is happening! It’s happening to us! Now!”
But now we’re not listening. Collectively. We are stuck in group think, not embracing our group wisdom. Collectively, what can we do? That was the question that was posed to me. So, here’s a short list.
To have hope can be hard, but I think it’s imperative we stay the steady course. We can find solace in the Romanesque period in history where buildings became strong again when the world didn’t end in 1000 AD. We can find solace in realizing we have found lost technologies, like concrete, to make our world more solid. We can find solace in remembering that no matter how stubborn, we are one of the most adaptable creatures, and adapt we will. We can find solace in our relationships that we forge, foster, and create. Because, then, we know that we will have a network to turn to who supports our ideals of local, homegrown, homefunded communities.
To have hope, in my mind, is the only way to live. And, to have hope, is the only bottom line that will drive us when madness surrounds.
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It was 2004. The Iraq war had waged on for about a year. I, and my friends, [we] were still in shock over all that happened. He hadn’t listened! We protested. We wrote. We petitioned. We called. We bitched. We complained.
We didn’t want another Vietnam. We can’t do that to our people again. We can’t do that to our brothers and sisters. We can’t let them suffer for a cause, for a rich man’s war, that isn’t really about freedom at all.
So why is he doing this? Why? Why is this Yale graduate, son of an oil man, baseball team owner, married to a librarian enforcing this war?
The simplest answer, and the most comfortable one for my little brain to wrap around, has been that he was simply taking care of those he cares about. On the surface, it seems that he cares about contractors making $6k to $10k per day more than soldiers without shoes. On the surface, it would seem an oil company was more important than the people working for the company.
I related it to my own cirlce. I want my family and my close friends taken care of. I want them healthy. I want them to have secure jobs that give them benefits to help ensure good health. I want them to have access to clean, healthy food. I want them to be educated on healthful (clean air, clean water, clean soil) ways to take care of their families. I want them to have access to the American Dream, and not just the same station in life in which they were born.
My wants certainly can’t be that different from Mr. Bush’s, can they? On that macro level. On that big, 50,000 mile high level. We all really want the same things. We want our loved ones to be taken care of.
The difference is who the loved ones are. And, someone, in this myriad tangled web of life, we forget about people we don’t care about.
Mr. Bush is an extreme, political example, but I hope it highlights what I see happening all over. Recently, I was a part of a conversation where it was argued that the only thing missing out of a particular sustainability equation was the Environment. I was shocked, since the conversation was about an organization that only does work in the environment. No where, though, were people mentioned. Not the people who do the work voluntarily. Not the people who get the details done to do the work. Simply, people were missing from this conversation, and no one recognized it.
Sustainability was put on hold the year I graduated from college. With bank, market, and housing crashes – all fell like dominoes after 2008, it’s as if we couldn’t focus on anything but that which was right in front of us. And, still, three years later we are reeling. We’re still trying to calm the frenzy around us in order to organize our lives and dream about the American Dream.
In the frenzy, the environment wasn’t forgotten. The Sierra Club is still doing their job. I”m not saying the environment doesn’t suffer, I’m simply saying it wasn’t forgotten. But, people were.
Wages dropped. Homes were foreclosed upon. Details were lost that made people homeless and lose their jobs. benefits were lost affecting the health of many.
People were forgotten.
You can’t have a balanced three-legged stool without people. You can’t have a true balanced Triple Bottom Line general ledger without people. You can’t have a world, without people.
I am dismayed that after all we’ve been through, we still take two steps back. I’m dismayed that people are still forgotten and the gap between the haves and have nots widens. I’m dismayed that people are forgotten.
But, as if by a miracle, a group has risen up and shouted to not forget us. My question, today, is this: Can the Occupy Movement get people to remember people?
Cover of Ecotopia
“I want to educate people on the importance of a sustainable society.”
That’s what I want to do with my life. In some shape or form, anything I am doing, I want it to mesh with that belief. The belief that we should live in a sustainable society and we owe it to ourselves to get there. The belief is also contingent upon the thought that what we are doing is not sustainable and that there is oodles of room for improvement.
I heard of sustainability first, while reading Ernest Callenbach‘s Ecotopia. In it, he referred to this concept of sustainability as a stable state system. A system in which everything is in equilibrium with everything else. There was a process for nearly everything to make sure that you really had the best information moving forward about making a decision. You harvested the wood if you wanted a wood frame home, for example.
A co-worker, during one of those nice “just go out to lunch with one of your co-worker” things, prodded me after I asked him why he was doing Construction Project Management. He returned the question. I wasn’t expecting that. I started with, “Oh, I don’t know.” But I had to pause. Because, I knew it wasn’t true.
I was at the end of a nearly 5 year break from college. I had gained more life experience, talked more with different people, read more about different ideas, and began formulating my own. Yes, in fact, I did know what I want to do … and I apologized for my cop-out statement and came up with that.
“I want to educate people on the importance of a sustainable society.”
Sustainable. But, what does that mean? I had the opportunity to go back to school, and back to school I went. What a fortunate time it was. Sustainability was popping up everywhere! Lucky for me, minors and specialized programs were too. I didn’t want to do another dual major attempt but rather, efficiently wrap all my interests under one degree.
One of the amazing opportunities I had after I decided on my minor in Sustainable Urban Development was to visit Italy for two weeks on an agri-tourismo property that specialized in sustainability. We were a crew of about 15. Some of us were young, some were middle-aged, and some were fresh of the boat young college kids. One of my favorite attendees was a Bosnian gal who spent much of her adult life in the US. I loved hearing her cross-oceanic view of the world.
People, she said to me, in one late night conversation around the farm table with tea and wine. People. People often forget about people. Labor. The people who do the job.
As someone who was raised in a blue-collar family with white-collar dreams, I can relate.
What did my minor say about that? Only that to define this stable state equilibrium, we should measure people, profits, and place on the same playing field. A field in which they all get equal play and are measured so that no one suffers. Equity, Economy, and Environment. The Triple Bottom Line. The Three-Legged Stool. Sustainability.
But, why then, if that’s a decent measure of how to define sustainability, do people still forget people?
I love chicken. I love roast chicken. I love roasted vegetables. Awhile ago, I found a recipe for a very, very simple roasted chicken. Since then, I have been experimenting. I have been complicating the simple recipe to yield results that I deem perfect. I’ve been playing with cooking times, weights, pots, and side vegetables.
Tonight’s compilation includes one roast chicken roasted in my cast iron skillet. It will be served with roasted vegetables roasted in a cast iron pan followed by toasted french bread.
{Vivid} Lemon Pepper Chicken (via flickr)
“Eat what’s on your plate.”
“Don’t take more than you can eat.”
“If you don’t finish it now, you will have it for your before-bedtime snack.”
“No, I will not make a special meal for you.”
This is just a snapshot of the phrases my husband and I heard from our parents, growing up. There was no option, ever, of special meals. If we didn’t meter our food intake properly, it was saved for the next meal. For my husband that included soggy breakfast cereal! We ate with our families and we didn’t get up before anyone was done.
Last night, our friends invited us over for dinner. Levi and their son played well together. Mostly, they played with trains and Magna Tiles. As dinner time approached, I said we should go. Their son, the always generous and amiable kiddo, invited us over for dinner. Mom reiterated the invitation, sweetening the deal by asking me if I had anything planned. We agreed, and extended our visit. I warned my friend not to be insulted no matter what Levi decided to eat. Why? Because we are going through a picky eater phase.
I can’t believe I am the mother of a picky eater. My mother would never have stood for the level of tolerances my husband and I showcase. We are usually really good about eating dinners together, but we’ve gotten lax since my husband got off the apprenticeship program.
Our friends served a simple dinner of cheese and chicken ravioli in pesto with a green salad and green beans. We topped our salads with an Italian or Ranch dressing, dried cherries, and slivered toasted almonds. My kind of meal. We kept the kids’ raviloi plain, without sauce.
How much of this yumminess did Levi eat? None. He ate 5 dried cherries. That was all. One of his favorite foods are noodles and cheese, so you would think a noodle stuffed with cheese would be the next best thing – but no.
Luckily, some fellow moms are going through the same thing. And one mom shared her strict rules of her house. And, luckily, my husband and I are both absolutely tired of this picky eater phase. My fear is that Levi will continue this pickiness into adult hood like one of my cousins did.
So, the rules are thus, from here on out. First, it should be noted, we are not starving our kiddo and he sleeps, well, through the night. If your kiddo doesn’t sleep through the night, I am not sure I’d encourage this. We are confident his other needs are being met and that he’s not silently sick. As such, we feel confident that these rules will address this picky eater problem.
So, we did step 3 and 4 at our friends’ house with no problems. In fact, their son followed suit too (it could be a norm in their house). But, Levi refused, absolutely refused to eat anything other than the 5 proffered dried cherries. He did drink one full glass of apple juice and one full glass of milk.
After I told my husband this story and offered these rules, we came to quick agreement. My husband added that packaged sugar will no longer be allowed. And, sweet foods like yogurts and fruit will be allowed after the staple has been consumed.
How did today go? Well, a test it was. Levi was informed that the egg scramble I made for breakfast was breakfast, the only thing offered, and the only thing he was going to get. He was not allowed any fruit, as we often do in the morning, nor was he allowed any yogurt. He was not allowed any juice. He was only allowed to eat, at least one bite, the egg-brocoli-cheese scramble.
He refused. So, he didn’t eat. We saved two bites on a plate for lunch, and packaged the rest with all the egg leftovers into a container for my husband’s work lunch.
We ran errands, and then came home. Levi, of course, stated he was hungry. We informed him, again, that he must have his no thank you bite before having lunch. Lunch was made-to-order sandwiches. My husband and I opted for meat and cheese.
Still, he sat there. I started zoning out and thinking of other things, while my husband took matters into his own hands. One of my husband’s gifts is using humor to diffuse a situation. (Levi probably gets his ability from him!) So, while my focus was elsewhere, my husband was being silly and feeding Levi his no thank you bite of the egg scramble. And, you know what? Levi loved it and gobbled up the huge piece of brocoli left.
He eagerly ate his made to order PBJ, served and made in two separate halves. He accompanied his lunch with a half glass of juice, one mandarin, and a banana.
We napped, and awoke, and I took a cue from my friend. She has a recipe book by Jessica Seinfeld (Jerry’s wife) where she describes a program of sneaking in pureed vegetables into regular meals. So, tonight, I made homemade hamburger mac ‘n cheese with pureed carrots in the cheese sauce. I didn’t puree the carrots very fine, so the puree was a little chunky. Despite all that, Levi had three helpings! Eagerly!
We’ll see how tomorrow goes, but it sure feels like good progress.
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You may recall I’ve had a varied commute in all the years I’ve lived here, in Portland. 2012 marks the start of the 9th year I’ve lived here. Nine years. It’s a little surprising that I am working towards being here for an entire decade. While I was still living in Michigan, I was able to finally figure out my purpose, if you will. I wanted to educate people on the importance of a sustainable society. Once I got, here, to Portland, I began studying Sustainable Urban Development and living out my green dreams to the best of my ability.
I partook in regular bus commutes. I refused to own a car. I toyed with riding my bicycle. I bought organic foods and preached to others the importance of doing so. I bought recycled toilet paper. I ate more beans than meat. When I moved closer to work, I walked to work forgoing all fossil fuel options and using my own two feet instead.
Then, life changed. I got a curve ball. I got pregnant and married while still in school. What a humbling experience this has been! I used to eat arugula salads all the time, but then I found myself married to someone who’s taste buds hadn’t been acclimated to the slightly bitter green. Then, we found ourselves with a huge budget crunch: no income while taking care of a baby! Organic dreams went by the wayside. Always lurking in the background, but not something we could act on when we had $300 to spend, per month, on our total grocery bill (including the WIC and SNAP benefits allotted).
At the same time, I got the best bus pass – ever. It was good for five years and was an all-zone pass. That’s right, I got the benefit of being the partner of a TriMet employee. While I got the best bus pass, ever, I stopped commuting! My husband drove me to and from school on the days I went. Then, I finished school and I stopped needing to go places save once a week or so. Then, instead of taking the bus, driving, or walking – I found myself driving an SUV!
Next, life changed again, and I got employed. The only problem was that I didn’t look close enough at the job description and the job was twenty miles away. I was looking at a 45 minute commute by car or a 90 minute commute by bus. I had to factor in day care, so commuting by car became my new norm.
Well, the beginning of this year has proven another change. The office moved downtown. Downtown! My commute decreased by 15 miles! Challenges remain, especially in regards to picking up Levi. However, I took the one bus to work. I walked. Walked! I listened to NPR, sent emails, checked my schedule — all while on the bus.
The ride home was a little more stressful as the bus was running late. I might benefit from changing my schedule a half hour on the start and end time to allow more flexibility with picking up Levi. We made it home though, not without complaint. And, my feet just aren’t used to walking fast anymore, so they need to be retrained. Tomorrow, I will try a park and ride option. This means, I will bus to work then home, and then pick up the truck and get Levi.
Commuting in 2012 will mean a driver’s license renewal. It will mean an all-zone, five-year bus pass renewal. It might mean Levi gets his own bus pass. (I can’t remember the age kids are supposed to have their own tickets.) Yes, 2012 will have changes in commuting. Here’s to less driving and more bus riding.
First, you set the extract. Next, you wait. Sifting follows. Then, you pour. The pouring was the hard part for me before, but I think I have a system down. Let’s back up and start with sifting.
Funneling the extract immediately through the colander and cotton towel into the large measuring cup saved time and simply felt more efficient. Ladling the extract into the 4oz jar was more accurate and cleaner. Previously, I filter from a smaller measuring cup into the 4 oz jars, still using the funnel. The ladle was a lot easier. I will be investing in a 4oz ladle.
See the photos start to finish.
