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Making Things by Hand

castleA couple of days ago, my friend Kate Johnson sent me a picture of a castle she had made. But this wasn’t an ordinary castle. Instead, it was made out of Rice Krispies, and it was a cake for her daughter’s wedding shower. It seems that her daughter is crazy about Rice Krispie squares. (I also have a daughter who has a soft spot for them.) Using a brown-butter Rice-Kripsie square recipe from Smitten Kitchen, Kate had at least one trial run that I’m aware of before she made the cake for the shower. Kate first made them in cupcake form, but she was not pleased with the results, and she eventually came up with the idea of making them into the shape of a castle.

How much easier it would have been to go out and buy a cake, but also how much less rewarding. There is something intensely satisfying about making things by hand for special events for the ones we love. Whether we make castles or crackers, ice cream or gingersnaps, mittens or socks, we are giving a piece of ourselves, our time and energy. Truly, handmade items are gifts from the heart.

Few of us have the time or the expertise to make everything by hand, the way our ancestors did in the old days. However, with a lot of creativity and a little planning, most of us can at least make some things by hand to give to family and friends on special occasions.

The handmade life seems to be making a comeback, at least among certain people. Perhaps it never really went away and was just simmering under the surface, waiting for the right time to reappear. I, for one, am heartened by this, and I hope the trend continues.

Father’s Day—June 16, 2013

Clif at the table
Clif at the table

This past Sunday, of course, was Father’s Day, and our original plans were to go to one of my husband, Clif’s, favorite places—-Wolf Neck State Park—where we would meet our daughter Shannon, her husband Mike, and their dog, Holly. After a hike, we had planned to go to Day’s Takeout in Yarmouth for some of their delectable fried clams.

But, the weather forecast predicted rain—correctly, as it turned out—on Sunday afternoon and because of Mike’s work schedule, we had to meet midafternoon. So, plans were changed. Instead, Shannon made pulled pork and spiced bean burritos, and they all came to the little house in the big woods to celebrate Father’s Day with Clif. (If only our eldest daughter, Dee, lived closer so that she should could join us, too.) Shannon’s pulled pork and bean burritos are fast becoming one of her specialities, and let’s just say that Clif ate way more than he should have.

Pulled-pork and beans and rice and other good things
Pulled-pork and beans and rice and other good things

I made strawberry shortcake, which in my family means cut-up strawberries that have been lightly sweetened with sugar on top of biscuits topped with real whipped cream. I was lucky to find Maine strawberries at the grocery store, and what a treat they were. Strawberry shortcake is another one of Clif’s favorites, and he overindulged with this, too.

Ah, well! Father’s Day comes but once a year, and it was Clif’s day to indulge. Today, the fare will be much lighter—grilled chicken and salads made with Farmer Kev’s greens.

But we have leftover pulled pork and beans, so we will have them tomorrow for dinner, where I expect Clif will use a little more restraint.

As for the strawberry shortcake? All gone except for a few biscuits.

Strawberry shortcake
Strawberry shortcake

 

 

 

The Farmers’ Market in Mid-June

img_3637Last Saturday, when we went for our morning bike ride, my husband, Clif, and I stopped by the Farmers’ Market in Winthrop. Our own Farmer Kev was there, and we wanted to say hi to him as well as talk to some other friends who were at the market. In the process, I received a dinner invitation for next Wednesday.  A nice reminder that farmers’ markets not only feed the body, but they also provide a place where folks can gather, talk, and make plans.

Our own Farmer Kev
Our own Farmer Kev

Friday, June 14: Bits and Bobs from the Internet

img_3476It has been a long time since I’ve posted a Friday round-up of links, and I decided it was time to start doing it again. I love reading other bloggers’ Internet links, and I look forward to their monthly or weekly round-ups. There are so many interesting pieces on the web.

From Jalopnik Detroit: Aaron Foley’s even-handed take on the new Whole Foods opening in Detroit.

From NPR’s the salt: Which came first, the chicken or the egg? This might be an irrelevant question if Beyond Eggs catches on. “It’s made from bits of ground-up peas, sorghum and a few other ingredients…” According to Allison Aubrey, cookies made with Beyond Eggs taste exactly the same as cookies made with real eggs. Nevertheless, egg lovers—and I count myself as one of them—will have mixed feelings about this development.

On a similar note, from the Guardian: A group of MPs urge the British public to eat less meat for greater food security. As readers well know, it takes a lot of resources and energy to produce meat.

From Climate Progress: Americans throw out 40 percent of their food. This is bad for the environment and the budget. Come on! Eat those leftovers and those veggies in the back of the refrigerator.

From the Portland Press Herald: To go along with the meatless theme, here is Jeff Peterson’s recipe for lentil tacos. They sound so good that I’ll be making them next week.

From Craftivist in the Kitchen: fish chowdah for 85

 

The Good Shepherd Food-Bank Conference

img_3555Last Thursday, I went to a terrific State Network Conference sponsored by the Good Shepherd Food Bank. The conference was conveniently held in Augusta, and JoEllen and Mike, the Winthrop Food Pantry’s director and the president, respectively, also went. The conference was well attended—150 people came from 80 agencies, and every county in the state was represented. The drive to Augusta from Aroostook or Washington County is quite a drive, and I admire the dedication of the folks, often volunteers, who travelled that distance to come to this conference.

It’s not hard to understand why people from various food pantries, soup kitchens, and other hunger relief agencies came from such a distance—feeding people is serious business. While those of us who volunteer at food pantries like to keep our message upbeat, the challenges of what we do cannot be underestimated. Most of the money we receive comes from donations, and that money has to stretch further and further as more people need help. (As I mentioned in yesterday’s post, in the past few years, the number of recipients coming to the Winthrop Food Pantry has doubled.) At the same time, the Good Shepherd Food Bank, which once provided 90 percent of the Winthrop Food Pantry’s food for 16 cents a pound, no longer gets the large donations of food it once did. Groceries stores have become more efficient and thus waste less. In the larger scheme of things, it is a good thing to waste less, but for food pantries, this puts a strain on already tight budgets. And looming dark and large for all food agencies across the country are the proposed cuts to the federal food stamp program, now known as SNAP (Supplemental Nutrition Assistance Program.) Even if only the “moderate” cuts are enacted, this will have a huge effect on food agencies, and there was a feeling of dread at the conference as this was discussed.

However, the feeling of dread passed, and overall the mood at the conference was upbeat. After all, everyone was there because they like feeding people, and there is always a joyful feeling around such people.

The day was divided into breakout sessions, and my favorite was Media Relations 101 led by Clara McConnell Whitney. In 45 minutes, with the effective and snappy use of a power-point presentation, Whitney gave us a crash course in how to use the media to benefit agencies who work to relieve hunger. I took notes like a crazy woman, and by the end, I thought, “I can do this.” I can’t remember the last time I’ve been to a conference workshop that was as informative and useful.

Another highlight was an engaging video made by the Tree of Life Food Pantry in Blue Hill. (Yes, it features music by Noel Paul Stooky, who lives in that area.) There is a shortened version on their website. Do take a look if you get a chance. Unfortunately, one of the funniest and most memorable recipients, an elderly women, was not included in the shortened version.  She said, “I’d rather be a giver than a taker, but when you get to be 93 years old, what the hell are you going to do?”

What the hell, indeed? At 93 years old, this woman shouldn’t have to worry about where her next meal is coming from, but that’s the way it goes for many elders in this country where social security benefits are often too low to cover the cost of living. At the Winthrop Food Pantry, we have many senior citizens who live on a very limited budget, and according to JoEllen, one such woman receives the princely sum of $40 a week in SNAP benefits.

I began this post with a tip of the hat to the Good Shepherd Food Bank Conference, but I am going to end it with a wag of the finger. While remaining upbeat is laudable, it is also wrong to turn away from the darker realities. As always, unless noted otherwise, the views expressed in this blog are my own and do not represent anyone but me.

In the United States, we are generous as individuals. I see it in Winthrop on a regular basis through my volunteer work with the food pantry and the library. People unselfishly give both time and money. However, as a country we are stingy and Puritanical, giving grudging amounts to social services that are needed now more than they ever have been. It is beyond the scope of this post to really go into the issues that have made our society more fragile and more on edge, but they can be briefly summed up this way: Too many people—an ever-increasing population—competing for limited jobs and resources, which is exacerbated by the rise in power of organized money.

While there are no utopias on Earth and never can or should be, there are countries who are doing better than we are. Chiefly, Scandinavia and Germany. It is my hope, perhaps a vain one, that our country will adopt many of their policies. If we did, there would not be the need for the myriad food pantries in this state and country.

Until that time comes, I will continue to volunteer at the Winthrop Food Pantry.

An Open House at the Winthrop Food Pantry

img_3603This week is pretty much going to be a Winthrop Food Pantry week on the blog. Lately, there’s been a lot happening at both our food pantry and in the larger world of organizations dedicated to feeding people.

I’ve been volunteering at the Winthrop Food Pantry since 1997, a long time. Over the years, I’ve seen a change in directors; a change in the amount of food—much less—available at the Good Shepherd Food Bank; and a change in the number of people—it has almost doubled—coming to our food pantry. Right now times are hard in Maine, as they are in the rest of the country. With chains and big-box stores being the primary employers in the state, it has become increasingly difficult to find employment that offers steady hours, good pay, and benefits such as health care. People, being resourceful, manage to cobble together a life, but for those who earn low wages, there is the constant stress of worrying about how to make ends meet, and it shows on the tired faces of so many of the recipients who come to the food pantry.

Winthrop is a very middle-class community, but it is a generous one, and the food pantry gets enough in donations so that it can pay the bills and buy food. (The food pantry also serves the community of Wayne, which is much smaller than Winthrop.) Last Saturday, there was an open house at the Winthrop Food Pantry for our donors. The trusty band of food pantry volunteers provided plenty of good food, and tours were given. About 10 people came, and they were impressed with how neat and clean and organized the pantry is. They were also impressed with the selection of food on the shelves. As my husband, Clif, noted, even if only a 10 people came to the event, the word will get out, and perhaps next year more people will come.

In the meantime, the volunteers at the Winthrop Food Pantry will continue to do what they have done for years and years. They will get food and stock shelves and take people around and package food and make Winthrop and Wayne more food secure for many families.

Some of the food that is given at the food pantry. We also usually have a terrific assortment of fresh fruit and vegetables.
Some of the food that is given at the food pantry. We also usually have a terrific assortment of fresh fruit and vegetables.
The table at the open house on Saturday.
The table at the open house on Saturday
Donors getting a tour
Donors getting a tour
Teddy waiting for tea
Teddy waiting for tea

 

A Sunny Monday

Today is a sunny Monday, and the forecast for the rest of the week is rain, rain, rain. I have a lot to write about—especially about the Winthrop Food Pantry and a conference I went to—but today I’m going to focus on outside work. There will be plenty of time later this week to write about the conference, which was very good and raised some interesting points.

It will also be a good week for Crock-Pot meals—a carrot soup of some kind and perhaps another round of sweet potatoes cooked with chicken.

In the meantime, there is laundry to be hung, gardens to be fed, lawns to be mowed, and a dog to be washed. And “flowers” to be sent to one of my favorite college graduates. (A packet of cards with pictures of flowers, mostly from my garden.)

A sunny Monday to you all!

 

Old Friends and Change

Last night I met some old friends—Lynne, Sherry, Joyce, Perian, Cindy, and Peggy (and her husband, Mark)—for dinner at Cook’s Lobster House on Bailey’s Island. Cook’s is on a spit of land, and the ocean surrounds the restaurant on 3 sides. While we were eating, the sun set in a clear sky, but as dusk came, a chill mist rolled in, bringing swiftly moving gray clouds. A very, very beautiful place. I ordered a fish sandwich that was so large and so fresh that I could hardly believe the price—$10—and that included fries. Unfortunately, the fries were only so-so—lukewarm and probably not fresh cut. However, with such good fish, the fries were beside the point.

fish sandwich-1

In some ways, the food was beside the point, and for someone who is as obsessed with food as I am, that is quite a statement. I have known most of these women for 20 years. We were all part of Maine Media Women, an organization that supports women in all aspects of the media. Because of the distance—many of us live over an hour away from each other—and busy schedules, we have often been able to meet only once a year. Nevertheless, after knowing each other for such a long time, we have a history together.

However, life brings change, and at 55, I certainly understand this. Two women in the group—Lynne and Sherry—will be moving. Lynne’s move is not that far, and it is likely that we will be able to get together with her at least once a year. But Sherry is moving across country, and while she might come back to visit us, she cannot be a regular part our gatherings, the way she has been.

Still, as much as I understand that things change, last night was bittersweet, a breaking up of the “fellowship,” so to speak. There was an underlying sadness as we ate, even though we joked and laughed and were lively until we said our goodbyes and posed for pictures, at which point there were some tears. One part of our lives was ending, just as another part was beginning for Lynne and Sherry.

Sherry and Lynne
Sherry and Lynne

And so it goes. We come together and support each other as best we can. After 20 years of knowing a group of friends, it seems as though the routine is going to continue forever, but of course it doesn’t. It can’t. Impermanence is a permanent part of life. Nothing lasts forever. Deep down, we all know this, and we try not to think about it too much.

I’m going to end on a more upbeat note, with a little account of an exchange between Perian and me. Before going to Cook’s, we went to Perian’s house for drinks and appetizers. I brought a bottle of Chardonnay and some cashews. When it comes to being frugal, both Perian and I are peas in a pod, as the saying goes, and I don’t remember how the topic came up, but it went something like this:

Me: That Chardonnay is not too bad.

Perian: It’s very good.

Me: Worth the $3.99 I paid for it, don’t you think?

Perian: $3.99?! Where did you get it?

Me: Trader Joe’s.

Perian: I thought you had paid at least $5 for it.

The last of the big-time spenders, as my mother might have said. Oh, Perian and I had a good laugh over that one, the kind of laugh you only can have when you’ve known someone for a long time.

Addendum: For some silly reason—chalk it up to my aging brain—I forgot to mention that Perian’s beautiful daughter, Laney, joined us. Sorry, Laney! You were the brightest star of the gathering.

A Doggone Weekend

The past weekend was hot but packed with good things. On Friday night, Shari and Bill Burke came to our house for grilled pizza. We lit the citronella torches, ate, talked, and sat on the patio until the mosquitoes drove us in, around 8:30 or so. What a great way to end the week.

On Saturday, I went to a brunch to celebrate the birth of Minnie, a sweet little apple blossom of a baby. Minnie is the granddaughter of an old friend, and I have known Minnie’s mother, Heather, since she was a child. How moving it always is to watch young people grow up and take their place in the world. As a bonus, Heather and her husband are foodies, and what a delicious brunch—homemade quiche, green salads, fruit salads, and cupcakes in the shape of a mouse silhouette. Little Minnies. Welcome, Minnie, to this world.

Sweet cupcakes in honor of a sweet baby
Sweet cupcakes in honor of a sweet baby

Finally, this weekend we took care of Holly, our daughter Shannon and her husband, Mike’s, dog. At 7 months old, Holly is sweet and energetic, and we spent much of the time outside, going for the most mosquito-filled walk in the woods that I have ever been on. Fortunately, our backyard is relatively free of those biting nuisances. At least until it gets dark. Between the heat and the time spent outside, we—cats, dogs, and people—were all very tired by the end of this busy but rewarding weekend filled with the thrum of life.

Holly on the patio
Holly on the patio
Her dog buddy Liam
Her dog buddy Liam