Thursday, August 18, 2011

Double Chocolate Banana Bread....or possibly Cake


I've never had much luck with banana bread. No matter the recipe I'd try, it had this bizarre tendency to burn on the bottom before the middle was anywhere near cooked through.

It isn't that I'm a bad baker. I have my moments, but generally speaking, I'm fairly decent. This banana bread issue was beginning to make me wonder if I ought to just hang up the apron. I mean... banana bread? Who has problems baking banana bread? Souffle? Of course that's difficult. Very understandable to have problems with souffle. A trained chef will occasionally have issues with a souffle. Creme Brulee? Yeah, you need a fire tool for that. Completely frightening. But banana bread?? Something referred to as a 'quick' bread?

Please.

Anyway, in a tinkering mood one day, I decided to try my luck again. Well- and I had a whole bunch of just south of the sell-by bananas drawing fruit flies. So, that was another reason. And- I think this is the one, folks. Although this recipe is huge, and makes a very large sheet-cake size thing, you can halve it to make one large loaf, or several cupcakes.

Here's the goods~

pre-heat oven to 350º and grease your baking pan with oil or butter. Butter is better.

8 bananas, mashed
2 Cups granulated sugar
3/4 C melted butter
1 Cup cocoa powder
4 eggs
2 teaspoon vanilla
1 teaspoon salt
2 1/2 tsp baking soda
4 Cups All Purpose Flour
1 Cup chopped walnuts- or more if you like. Or less. We all know someone who hates nuts.
2 Cups semi-sweet chocolate chips

Whip together all those wet ingredients at the top, and in a separate bowl, wisk together the salt, soda and flour. Add slowly to wet ingredients, and then add your walnuts and chocolate chips. Scoop into your baking dish and shove that sucker in the oven for a good 30 minutes. After that time turn the temp down to 325º and keep a close eye on it. Check again in 10 minutes and stab it with a toothpick or thin knife to gauge your progress. Keep in mind that if you've halved this recipe, baking time will change and probably lessen.

Although.. I have this one bread pan that makes everything take forEVER to bake. So, you've got to know your equipment and be willing to keep an eye on it if necessary.

This would be marvelous with a dallop of whipped cream on top. The real stuff. Not that synthetic 'cool whip' stuff that comes ready made in a plastic pail. Unless you're just that lazy. Which I can completely understand.

Happy Baking!

Monday, July 18, 2011

The Garden in the Front







When most of us think about crime, we think about an action that hurts another person- theft, murder, rape.

What we probably do not see are front gardens with vegetables growing in them, and the vegetable gardeners themselves.

When Julie Bass decided to replant her front yard with vegetables - in neat, raised beds- after replacing a sewer line, she didn’t know that she was breaking the city of Oak Park’s code for front yard planting. What she did think was that she was doing something to mitigate her grocery bill, to teach her children about food, and to ensure her family had ready access to organically grown produce. A very American notion, yes?

Not according to Oak Park city planner Kevin Rulkowski, who has insisted that the word ‘suitable’ in the code means ‘common’, according to Webster’s dictionary. (Feel free to look up the definition here, and make sure to read the comments on the bottom of the page.) In one interview, Mr. Rulkowski insists that most people do not want to “see that” in their neighbor’s front yards, leading one to believe that Mr. Rulkowski is offended in some way by vegetables.

So, Julie Bass was charged with a misdemeanor, and faced three months in jail as a result. Rather than complying with the city in order to have charges dropped, she decided to fight, and an aggressive public campaign has ensued, putting Oak Park on the map, and driving the town council underground. To add insult to injury, two misdemeanors were added for failure to license the families dogs. In compliance with this, Julie and her husband tried to license the animals (again, the law was vague, and Julie did not know she was outside this ordinance), only to find that the offices were closed on Friday, due to budget cuts. She licensed the dogs the following Monday, and was told to “bring the documents to court, and they will probably be dismissed”, according to Bass.

When she brought the documents to court, the prosecutor verbally dismissed them before going forward on the garden charges. Later on, a judge from another district dismissed without prejudice the garden charges, and the prosecutor’s office reinstated the charges for the dogs, and Bass will have to appear in court on the 26th of this month. To dismiss without prejudice on the garden charge means that those charges can still be reinstated at a later date. The case has effectively not been dropped.

Bass also attempted to obtain a copy of the town ordinances, but was told that hard copies were not available to the public. She could look up the ordinances at the library- but it is closed for renovation at this time.

In trying to reach a city council member, I have only had contact with Gerald Naftaly, the city mayor, who sent me this message; “There’s nothing obvious to you. you’re not hearing the facts, just one side. ‘you’re entitled to your own opinion, You’re not entitled to your own facts’. -- moynihan I have no obligation to anyone but our oak park residents. Thanks.”[sic] In other interviews, Mayor Naftaly said that Bass would not be put behind bars, and that the ordinance would be reconsidered if residents and local organizations object to the ordinance as is.

Now, there are people out there that believe that front yard gardens are an eyesore, but has this always been a prevalent attitude in our history? No, it has not. In fact, Americans have often gardened during times of economic stress, war, and for basic survival. Not until the peaceful post-war era of the 1950s, when people flocked to suburbia and the “American Dream” did vegetable gardening fall out of vogue- and out of necessity for many Americans. This was also a time of high taxation, and healthy employment. There is a pattern, here, folks.

But there is also a pattern of creeping control. Compliance, or “forcing compliance” have become frequently heard words that find most of us automatically nodding our heads in agreement, without any practical or critical thought on the individual issue. Today, with our food system in decline, our private property rights under scrutiny, and our jobs disappearing into other lands, it becomes apparent that critical thought is a must if we want to ensure any sort of valuable legacy to our children and their children. Compliance is hardly ever a “must”- it is more often the way in which the Bill of Rights is ignored in favor of a patriarchal government, whether at the village level, or at the federal level. It is more often something to be fought, and it is rarely “for our own good”.

At best, the folks running Oak Park at present are, perhaps, stuck in a bygone era. A time of cookie-cutter front yards and houses and families. It is an impractical mindset, and one that needs reevaluation, perhaps from the confines of forced retirement by the voters of Oak Park. At worst, they came into government with a plan to ensure their own happiness above the rights of the residents of Oak Park.

As it happens, election time is almost here, and there is a challenger to Mayor Naftaly, who has released this statement: “Oak Park is going through a very difficult time with record numbers of foreclosures, property values sinking, and crime an all too often occurrence and threat. Devoting scarce public safety resources to prosecuting a vegetable gardener does not reflect our needs. Sadly, when oak Park residents hear crime, they think of theft, arson, hate crimes and burglary- not vegetable gardens. We need city leadership to focus on jobs, fighting crime, and building safe neighborhoods.” - Marian Meisner McClellan.

Thursday, June 2, 2011

Food and the Future


I've always been interested in food and the politics surrounding it, but its one of those subjects that can make one want to disconnect for awhile and forget. Problem is, that's the main problem. Right there- the forgetting, the head-in-sand moments or years that go by when we stop thinking about what is behind most of what we eat.

When I was a little girl, the grocery stores carried only very specific types of each vegetable. Want an onion? Here's a white one. Want a potato? Russet. Want some lettuce? Iceburg. Tomato? Beefsteak. Apple? Red Delicious- which I always felt was a bit of a bet, sometimes tasting like apple-y styrofoam than a crisp, fresh apple. We ate a lot of canned vegetables back then, and a good amount of frozen. I don't remember one time actually seeing broccoli not from a plastic bag. My mother grew a large-ish vegetable garden most summers, and that's where I realized that fresh is ever so much better than not fresh. I would stand in the garden in sundress and sandals, picking pea pods and opening them, and staring at the perfect line of waxy, green peas before placing each one in my mouth and delighting in that sweet taste with a texture oh-so-different than what came out of those hideous cans.

Europe is in an e-coli crisis at the moment, with 18 dead as of today, and many more sickened and threatened lives. Food is not simple. Food is not easy. It was never easy, and it never will be. The growing of it has become- for the large part- 'easier'. But that has brought with it risk and a certain level of violence that is at present uncheckable once unleashed. Do we believe that we can sterilize fields, feed livestock diets that cause them illness and just get away with it? Do we feel entitled to easy food? I think we often do.

Below are several links to further information and reading if you're interested. Change is under way, but it is also under attack. The only prevention of fruitful change is active pressure-

http://www.slowfoodusa.org/

http://www.edibleschoolyard.org/


http://michaelpollan.com/

Food, Inc.

The Garden

Fair Food Project

The Food Revolution

The Future of Food


Fast Food Nation

Food Politics

Community Supported Agriculture

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

The Summer I Take Back the Yard

So, a little over a year ago, I decided to go back to school, and while this has been a somewhat resounding success- if I do say so myself- I have noticed some slippage in other areas. For example, I seem to have gained the freshmen, well, ten in my case. I've tried to convince myself that this has nothing to do with seducing myself into a non-stressed haze by scrolling for hours through facebook and cafemom. No. That couldn't be it.

Then, because I went straight through last summer- full time with four children at home-more scrolling-as-stress reliever in my front room office, and there were moments- many moments- where I would look through the windows that line this room and shudder at what had become of my yard. Little creepy tendrils of stress would creep up the back of my neck, forcing my gaze back onto the comparative neatness of the computer screen. Ignore it. It isn't happening. There isn't a rainforest where a neat garden used to be, and wild marijuana is not growing profusely in the back alley. Not happening.

Another issue with last summer was the lawn mower. Yeah. I have issues with lawnmowers. They either don't start for a mechanical problem- or I just can't start them. One or the other, and both rendering the thing useless to its owner. Being in school full time did not seem conducive to using the little rotary mower (that I love, by the way), so I hired out the job, and spent 20 minutes every Thursday just waiting for the lawnmower man to run over some pile of concrete block, hidden under the savannah grass in the back yard and ruin his mower, believing fully that mowers aren't destined to live long in this little corner of the universe. Then there was the fact that the summer before had been the summer of "the storm", which will remain "the storm" until one can come along to top it. It was one of those storms that didn't do enough damage to get any insurance money out of it that we could use on the yard. All up to us. We little people vs. entire trees. Thankfully there are enough people with tractors here, that if we could just get it to the street, they'd chain it and drag it to "the pile".

So, we were recovering from "the storm", I was in school full time, the lawnmower didn't work, and yeah. Bad, bad things happened to our yard. If you decided to walk to the garage via the neat little sidewalk that runs between it and the house, you needed something to cut things down with. Shameful.

And so, this summer, I decided to take off school, opting instead for the restoration of sanity.

This morning, I drug my four children out the door- okay, they actually wanted to go out.. at first. I hung out some laundry on the line, and asked the older two boys to cut strips of landscaping fabric for the garden. This could have gone better. Instead of folding the fabric to make neat, straight lines, they allowed it to billow around, while yelling at each other for help. Guess who cut the fabric? Next, we decided to take down the poppies, which are done blooming for the year, and the little boys were actually quite helpful, taking wheelbarrow loads to the compost pile. We got about 2/3 of this done, when I decided to finish cutting the grass in the area I had suggested be mowed today. I had to do this, because the older boys had decided it was just "too hard". Hear that in as whiny a voice as possible, because that's the way it sounded. I pulled the wash off the line, as it was finally dry and asked the older boys to finish cutting down the poppies while I took the little boys inside for showers and to make lunch. Hearing fighting outside- I stuck my head out the window and said, "Do you want me to fire you two and give your allowances to your little brothers?"

Anyway, it finally got done. Mainly. I'm sure there is detritus to be cleaned up tomorrow. At any rate, the sun is out, the air more dry than before the thunderstorm that came through last night. All in all, a decent day outside.

Monday, May 23, 2011

mittens/halfmitts/wristlets/fingerless mittens- whatever!

Made these recently for my step-sister's birthday. Being a knitter of mittens and warm things is sort of... inconvenient when the people you love are born in the warm months. That said, I usually harden my heart and make them something anyway, considering the idea that not being able to use whatever it is now will just delay their birthday for a longer period of time.




Hats!

This one is going to be picture heavy, because I've been remiss in not getting to the other computer- the one all these photos were on- and downloading them myself. Why these weren't on my computer had something to do with the fact that we have too many computers for the size of house we live in. And.. we're not the most organized people ever.

At any rate, my husband took these photos for me, and they turned out so nice, I feel the need to post them everywhere.

I call them the neapolitan collection, for obvious reasons~







Note, this post and all knitting related posts can now be found at www.villagetreedesign.blogspot.com

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Loss




Its the last day of school today. Last day for our school forever. Lot of tears, lot of anger seeping through- frustration.

I'm not sure what it is precisely, but there is a level of mistrust between the town that ate our school and our little village. It may not be personal but it feels that way when we overhear them complaining about the 35 extra mouths they have to feed with their taxes...which is odd, considering all of us pay into the same system and have been for years. I suppose I have to wonder where that kind of vitriol comes from? When is it okay to complain about children who've lost their school through no fault of their own. We weren't over here cheering on the decision, after all.

And then there was the guy taking pictures of the building the other night. Furtively standing on the corner with his nervous wife. What was that about anyway? We feel- in this issue- that we just simply aren't being told anything- on purpose. Feeling this way becomes the norm when previous experiences- including the decision to close the school- are done in similar fashion- as quietly and quickly as possible, with intent to disclose as little as possible, and mesmerize people with double talk. Sometimes it works- with some people it works. With others, it does not.

The children are encouraged that this change will be better somehow. It was just a few words in the principles speech today- but it struck me as false on a certain level. How is this change better for our community? How is it better that our little kids will be on buses for much longer times everyday now- away from home that much longer. How is it better that the classrooms will be larger, with fewer teachers to students? No, there IS a downside to this- just not for the people whose lives are tied to the larger place, and whose thoughts don't often remember what those of us here, feel and know.

Mostly I'm just sad and angry. I don't like people with abusive proclivities to power. They suck. And I like to be told when changes are in the works. We're grownups, and taxpayers, and parents- and we have the right to a say in what happens. We have a right to say what happens with our children's education. We have a right to say what happens in our community. Those taxes the Milford parents were complaining about are there for the taking- diverted from our community and given now entirely to theirs. Why do they believe they're shouldering this on their own? Simple minds, I suppose.

But anyway. That's that. Meh.