The Gift – Chicken Soup for a Cold

May 2, 2008

For any of you under the weather, nothing like homemade chicken soup. Here’s my recipe, something my husband and I cobbled together using bits and pieces of two recipes in the book: 1001 Delicious Soups & Stews, 2nd ed., Edited by Sue Spitler with Linda R. Yoakam, M.S., R.D. The two recipes are on pp. 284-5, Chicken Noodle Soup and Country Chicken-Noodle Soup. We adjusted things to suit our own preferences. It’s not quick – but it’s worth the effort:

HOME-MADE CHICKEN SOUP:

Part I: Stock

1 whole broiler or stewing chicken (about 4 lbs.), cut up
4 quarts water
1 bay leaf
1 tsp. dried marjoram
1 small onion, cut up

Heat to boiling, then reduce heat and simmer until chicken is tender, about 1 hour.

Remove from heat.

Scoop out the chicken pieces and set aside.

Strain the broth, removing and discarding the boiled onions, used bay leaf, and any chicken skin or bones.

At this point, if you are in a hurry, just go directly to Part II. However, I prefer to put the strained broth in the refrigerator overnight, and I do the same with the plate of chicken pieces. I find it easier to remove the chicken meat from the bones and skin the next morning when the chicken is cold, not to mention you avoid burning your fingers. Also, refrigerating the broth allows as much dissolved fat as possible to solidify on the broth’s surface. The next morning I just scoop the fat off the broth’s surface. I just don’t like fat.

Part II: Finishing the Soup

Remove all meat from the chicken bones. Discard skin and bones. Shred the meat into small chunks and set aside.

Slice up 3 cups of carrots and 4 cups of celery (including some leaves)

Dice up  ½ onions (Omit this step if you hate onions (like me), or add more if you prefer)

Saute the carrots, celery, and onions in 2 tbsp of extra virgin olive oil in the bottom of the soup pot, until tender. About 5-7 minutes

Add to the sautéed vegetables in the pot:
the strained chicken broth and the shredded chicken pieces
1 tsp. dried marjoram
¼ cup diced parsley
splash of dry sherry (optional)

Bring this mixture to a boil, then reduce heat and simmer until chicken and vegetables are tender, about 15-20 minutes.

Next, return soup to a boil and add about ½ lb. of egg noodles or angel hair pasta nests, crumbled.

Cook 3-7 minutes at boil, depending on the size of the noodles.

Season to taste with salt and pepper, and serve.

The Post – TWO Fiddler Pregnancies, Chicken Soup, and Patton, Nuns, and The Lake House

May 2, 2008

Well, with a title like that, you just have to see what’s going on, right?

Between allergies and viruses, some cold got me. So it’s a day on the couch watching movies, something I do infrequently. I will need to get back up and running soon as I have too many fun and interesting things to do, like finish painting the seascape I’m painting, figuring out why Photoshop keeps crashing and preventing me from getting more pictures up on my blog, and finishing the blog piece I have started for my book, Under the Pier, about commercial fishing. I haven’t forgotten that one, just a temporary reprieve to feed the soul with my oil painting.

Besides, I need to get going so I can do the oil paintings of the diner – one interior, one exterior – and for those projects, I will photograph the whole process, from beginning sketches, through picture completion.

I already have more pics of the seascape I’m finishing, the painting, Uncertainty, and for my book, Under the Pier, some shots of a map I made of the town area, and the diner blueprint. As soon as my geek dude husband can figure out how to fix Photoshop on my computer, I’ll get those posted, so stay tuned.

Fiddler crab pregnancies. Yes. TWO pregnancies. BOTH Scarlett O’Hara AND Melanie Hamilton are pregnant !!!!  This is Melanie’s first. I have been feeling under the weather and slow to get the spare tank ready. So I need to get moving on the “fishless cycling” for re-establishing the nitrogen cycle in that tank and also making sure the salinity is “brackish.” We’ll see if I can’t succeed in getting those babies to make it to adulthood yet. Again, stay tuned for an update….I knew something was up when BOTH females started hanging out in the water filter. It seems that something about the water currents going through that filter, appeals to pregnant female fiddlers. Probably reminds them of the water currents needed to send their babies off into the world…..

Today’s movie lineup is geared toward restoring body and soul and hence, quite varied. Given I feel less than powerful, that’s always a sign I need to be reminded of the power of “drive” so I will start with the movie, Patton. To balance that out, I will follow that up with the 1949 movie, Come to the Stable, (will someone PLEASE tell the movie’s owner to PLEASE put it on DVD already!!!!). It’s about two nuns trying to build a children’s hospital in the hills of western Connecticut and starring Loretta Young, Celeste Holm, Hugh Marlowe, and Elsa Lanchester, one of my favorites for providing equal doses of humor and blind faith. Also on tap, Sandra Bullock and Keanu Reeves in The Lake House, a love story of soulmates that also touches on the power of faith while waiting, and weaves in literary giant, Jane Austen’s novel, Persuasion. Last will be Professor Elizabeth Vandiver, in one of the Teaching Company’s college course on DVD: Classical Mythology.

So it will be a varied day, with much food for the spirit. On tap as food for the body: home-made chicken soup. I made the stock yesterday, and finished it off this morning. I’ll provide the recipe in today’s gift, for anyone else out there who’s under the weather and in need of good homemade soup to kill off a cold! Enjoy.

Oh, and lastly, a favorite part of the movie, Patton, one of the more introspective moments that reveals Patton’s more sensitive, soulful and literary sides, an excerpt from a poem he wrote about reincarnation and his being in soldier many many times over the centuries. Enjoy!

‘Through the travail of ages,
midst the pomp and toils of war,
have I fought and strove and perished,
countless times among the stars.
As if through a glass and darkly,
the age old strife I see,
when I fought in many guises and many names,
but always me.”

Excerpt of a poem by General George S. Patton, from the movie, Patton.

The Gift

May 1, 2008

“Courage comes and goes. Hold on for the next supply.”

Thomas Merton

The Gift: A Fiddler Tidbit

April 30, 2008

For all those people who come to my blog looking for fiddler crab information, a small tidbit I found. And I can verify the 10-gallon tank part. I have three fiddler crabs – 2 females and one male and the 10-gallon tank gives them enough room so nobody kills anybody else. Anyway, the gift:

“In the aquarium they are happiest in pairs, as sometimes one female will kill extra crabs in her tank. This is less likely to happen in very large tanks. It is recommended to house them in at least a ten gallon tank. They do not thrive as single pets.”

And the real news flash at this website article ( Essortment: Fiddler Crabs as Pets) “Crabs are not affectionate pets.” 🙂

The Post – Agony in the Garden: If Jesus Needed To Do It, Why Do I Think I Don’t?

April 30, 2008

I was just looking over the “blog stats” page on WordPress for my blog – they’re not elaborate statistics, mostly total page views per day, what pages were accessed, and the list of search terms some people used when they stumbled across my blog. Amazing to me are the number of people who are looking for fiddler crab information. I will have to keep that in mind and remember to pass on any new things I learn, for their benefit.

I also spotted an unusual search term: “the agony in the garden.” My mind flashed immediately to all those Good Friday services in church, reading the various Gospels describing Jesus waiting to be turned over to the soldiers before His crucifixion. One of the things that always caught my ear in those gospels was the number of times Jesus kept asking His disciples to stay up with Him, be with Him, pray with Him, and how He complained to them when they kept falling asleep. I think what always surprised me was that Jesus almost sounded….whiny…scared…..human.

All through the Gospels as Jesus traveled and preached, He sounded wise, patient, compassionate, forgiving, amused, even angry….together. But weak? Frightened? At the end of His rope? Needy? He sounded almost like ….us.

Now most of us can’t stand it when we or the people around us act like that, never mind Jesus. Our immediate reaction is more like “get a grip,” “grow up,” “stop whining,” or my usual comment around the house: “You got a backbone?! Then use it!” I have to admit, I almost felt uncomfortable with this Jesus. He wasn’t ….perfect.

Maybe that was the point. I think He wanted to show us that EVERYBODY has their moments of falling apart. Sure, we can’t go around whining to everybody all the time about every little thing. But you know, life can be hard. Sometimes it can really suck. And sometimes, even grown adults want “Mommy.” They want to whine, stamp their feet, have a good cry, complain that it’s not fair. And sometimes grown adults are just plain scared.

Now the Catch-22 is that they don’t want to admit it or EVER let anybody else see that side of them. Nobody wants another to know our “shadow” side….see those moments when we’re not together, when we mess up, or are just plain needy.

My favorite Stephen King anecdote is when he tells of driving somewhere while his wife read one of his manuscripts. He kept glancing over at her, anxiously awaiting her verdict, until finally she snapped at him, “Will you stop being so goddamned needy?!”

The reality is, there’s not a human being alive who doesn’t have their “locked in the bathroom, crying behind closed doors, convinced you’re a failure, needy moments.” I think Jesus was telling us to stop pretending we have it all together all the time, because we don’t. Even He didn’t. He knew what it was to be human, to freak out for a few moments convinced you aren’t up to the task before you.

The thing about it is, when the time came, He was up to the task. Jesus even had the presence of mind to heal the man whose ear Peter cut off, and to tell Peter to put away his sword. I think Jesus is letting us know, it’s okay to fall apart sometimes…in fact, it’s probably necessary now and then to just break down and cry. Feel your fear, acknowledge your anxiety. Maybe it’s even empowering. Once you have felt those, the only way is up. You get up, you wipe your eyes, brush yourself off, take a deep breath, and get back to being a grownup…get on with the task you thought you couldn’t do. Because you can.

So I guess the agony in the garden was that Gospel reading that gave me permission to “not always have it all together.” Just remember to get back up after you finish crying. If Jesus can have His moments, it’s okay for us too.

The Gift

April 29, 2008

“If you are patient in one moment of anger, you will avoid one hundred days of sorrow.”

Chinese Proverb

The Post – Leave it to Black Elk, Thomas Merton, and David to Get Things Back on Track

April 29, 2008

Sunday’s gift post read:

“I cured with the power that came through me. Of course, it was not I who cured, it was the power from the Outer World, the visions and the ceremonies had only made me like a hole through which this power could come to the two-leggeds.

If I thought that I was doing it myself, the hole would close up and no power would come through. Then everything I could do would be foolish.”

Black Elk, Holy Man of the Oglala Souix (1863-1950)

I owe a thank-you to Black Elk. He reminded me of something I’d been forgetting.

It’s been a long winter. Illness, colonoscopy, biopsies, endoscopy, more biopsies, lack of sleep, ER and doctor visits, pulled muscles…. Over the course of 4 months my coping abilities went through the floor while my exhaustion skyrocketed. I kept going, but it felt like I was carrying a 10-ton load on my back, and not very well.

The pulled muscles were the icing on the cake as that took away my treasured daily walks, my meditative time when I do a rosary. When I was younger I thought the rosary was boring and useless. These days I’ve grown to love it. And for whatever reason, its effect seems to be most powerful when on my walks – the synergy of prayer and nature. The repetition of the prayers are a meditation of sorts — one of those types of ceremonies Black Elk refers to — that centers you, restores you, gives you love to share with others, and opens that hole in your soul that allows the Universe to work through you. And for the record, anything really worthwhile or successful that I’ve “done” in life, I didn’t really do. That power came from elsewhere.

In any event, with everything that had happened over the winter, my rituals had become infrequent. Not done on purpose, just that not feeling well, I figured I’d let it go until I felt better. That was a mistake. I’d forgotten that my true power came from opening to something greater than myself. I was like a car on empty, continuing to drive without stopping to refuel. How far can you really go doing that?

Black Elk said that in his own life, without that outer world power coming through the hole in him, anything he tried to do was foolish. I could relate.

Once Black Elk caught my ear, of course Thomas Merton decided to chime in. Thomas Merton was a Catholic monk, a spiritual contemplative, who was a prolific writer and a visionary and who studied with monastics of other traditions, including the Dalai Lama and Thich Nhat Hanh. Anyway, on the wall over my desk, I have this piece Merton wrote:

“The more you can work in a spirit of detachment, the closer you come to working for God than working for yourself, and the less strain there is on your nerves. You do not worry about things so much, and therefore, you don’t get so confused, so mixed up, so tired. In fact, you recognize that your self-love, your pride, is trying to take over the work by your reaction. When you’re exhausted and upset and haunted by work that seems to be going badly, it means that you’re working for yourself and are taking the consequences. But when you are free, you work with an ease that amazes you. Half the time, without any necessity for special thought on your part, God seems to remove obstacles and do half the work for you. When God wants a thing done, the speed with which it achieves completion and success almost takes your breath away.”

I realized I’d not been working in any kind of spirit, much less one of detachment, and I was taking the consequences. I’d forgotten that I am that hole Black Elk speaks of, the tool to be used, not the power behind it. I needed that force to remove the obstacles, and carry the load. In reality, we are all that hole….each of us is the tool to be used by a power greater than us if we allow it. And it’s that power that can achieve great things, things much larger than we can ever do alone. I’d just forgotten about that.

As soon as that light bulb went off, I decided it was time to get back to walking, even if only briefly, and it was time to also start that rosary again. Its amazing, but even before I finished that first walk and rosary, I could feel the shift in myself. It was like coming home.

Psalm 121, the Song of Ascents says:

1 I lift up my eyes to the hills—
where does my help come from?

2 My help comes from the LORD,
the Maker of heaven and earth.

So, David, Black Elk and Thomas Merton, three different holy men from different times and cultures, but they all pointed to the same source, and they all spoke the same language – that of the soul. I am grateful to all three.

The Gift

April 28, 2008

“Whether one believes in a religion or not, and whether one believes in rebirth or not, there isn’t anyone who doesn’t appreciate kindness and compassion.”

Dalai Lama

The Post – New England Seascape painting – set 2 – details

April 28, 2008

Here’s a few updated shots of oil painting details. First up, the lighthouse. I managed to conquer it – finally got those sloping sides right and then was able to move onto railings and bars an antennae etc. Some days, things just come together…like it was the day for it or something. In any event, I am pleased with the lighthouse, right down to the little rivulets of water draining over the rocks and back into the surf:

Here’s the finished fishing boat that the other day was just a base layer of color, and now yes, it even has the churned up foam as it plows through a wave:

Last for today – the side of the wharf shed isn’t complete without a scattering of lobster buoys hanging on it’s side.

I will note that after I shot all these, I then sat down to paint and realized I’d forgotten to put some “reflections” in the water…so next set of pictures, I’ll include the reflections, as well as a couple shots of the finished town buildings.

Now, on to the waves in the middle and front of the picture. After that it’s time to finish up the rock details in front, and add some tide pool creatures up close on the right front bottom corner. To be continued…

The Gift

April 27, 2008

“I cured with the power that came through me. Of course, it was not I who cured, it was the power from the Outer World, the visions and the ceremonies had only made me like a hole through which this power could come to the two-leggeds.

If I thought that I was doing it myself, the hole would close up and no power would come through. Then everything I could do would be foolish.”

Black Elk, Holy Man of the Oglala Souix (1863-1950)