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CSA Basket #17: September 26, 2012

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CSA Box #16, 2012

CSA Box #16, 2012

In the box:

  • Arugula, bunched
  • Corn
  • Carrots
  • Grapes, Canadice {we love these}
  • Kale, Red Russian
  • Onions, sweet
  • Peppers, Red
  • Potatoes, Yukon Gold
  • Radish, French Breakfast 
  • Spearmint, Kentucky Colonel
  • Tomatoes, Cherry

Not pictured: Garlic, extra grapes, and 2 giant bunches of collard greens. Mine did not do well this summer, so these will be nice for collard wraps and stir fries.

I just cleaned an embarrassing amount of expired produce from the last few weeks out of the fridge. Sigh. I really hate wasting food and it was unintentional, but there’s been so much going on over the last few weeks. At least the worms in the compost bin will benefit.

Now that it’s almost fall weather, I’ll start making soups and stews that will help use up some of the produce. And after Jill Nussinow’s presentation at Portland VegFest, I now am seriously thinking about getting a pressure cooker. I may need to check out her book first: The New Fast Food: The Veggie Queen Pressure Cooks Whole Food Meals in Less than 30 Minutes.

What was in the prior boxes?

CSA Basket #16: September 19, 2012

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CSA Box #16, 2012

CSA Box #16, 2012

In the box:

  • Broccoli
  • Cabbage, Green
  • Canadice grapes {so cute!}
  • Cilantro
  • Lettuce, Red Butter
  • Peppers, Red
  • Salad mix
  • Shallots
  • Watermelon, Yellow Doll

I bought extra grapes before I realized that they had included some in the box {not pictured}. I probably wouldn’t have if I had known how much they were going to cost! Still, they’re yummy and not too tart.

What was in the prior boxes?

Pip came to investigate while I was taking photos. The perspective in this photo is funny—between the closeup of the veggies and the large sofa sectional, she looks so tiny! Also, I had to take this photo after dark, so the lighting is not great. And, the kids unpacked the veggies and put them in the fridge, so I’m not sure that this is everything, but I think it’s at least one of everything.

Vegan bake sales, these animals

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Our Worldwide Vegan Bake Sale was super fun. It was different from any other tabling we’ve ever done. A couple of years ago we sold Field Roast hot dogs at the same fair, but we barely broke even. This time, as all of the goodies were donated, we were able to successfully raise a bit of extra cash for the group. So we can do more events and talk to even more people.

It was one of the first beautiful warm days of spring and people were out in droves. We had a nice variety of baked goods—several kinds each of cupcakes and cookies, and even pumpkin bread and dog biscuits! We also gave out samples of Field Roast, little pita pizzas with Daiya, coconut milk, and had literature available. We had plenty of volunteers, which made it go really smoothly as people had to come and go.

The twins had their yearly school fundraising event today as well, and we did some shuttling back and forth so they could both help set up in the morning, and help out and perform at the event all night (babysitting and serving, choir and rock band). They were able to come to the Earth Day Fair in between for a couple of hours and hang out with a friend from out of town, so they had a good day (but a very, very long one).

I also feel like I had a super long day. We were going from 8:30 on. I couldn’t have done it nearly so well without my older step-daughter’s help. Not only did she bake 60 cupcakes over the last few evenings, but she sold baked goods non-stop for about four hours straight. And she did it with a great attitude and I’m pretty sure was actually having a good time.

This afternoon, I had to have a nap on the porch, which was awesome. Later, I let Miss Calico out on the porch with me for a few minutes, thinking if she tried to escape through the broken lattice, I would have plenty of time to catch her. I was wrong. She escaped right in front of me through an impossibly small hole, jumped over the back fence, and was gone again for several hours. And, in looking for her, I went out the front door and let Pip out, who ran under the porch and let us chase her around a little too. We caught her pretty quickly—she just thinks it’s funny to do that to us—she doesn’t try very hard to get away. But I was pretty frustrated with all these calico shenanigans.

Miss Calico has not seemed very content since the last time she got out. She’s been getting up at the crack of dawn and meowlering for a couple of hours while looking out the windows. In our room. While we are trying to sleep. Nothing seems to console her. I don’t know if she wants to be outside with her buddies or what. She’s been spayed, so we can rule out being in heat, right? This afternoon, I didn’t try to go after her after a fruitless half hour. Every time I’d move towards her, she’d act like I was some big bad stranger and run away. I figured she’d come back at dusk like last time.

So, I decided to walk Pilot Butte. I went about 7:15 when it had already begun cooling down. It was gorgeous up there tonight.

When I got back, I opened the garage, got the cat carrier out, got some food, put the food in the carrier, then decided to call for “kitty” for a few minutes. Sure enough, I saw an outline in the dusk across the street. I sat down on the bench and talked to her. She came over, obviously thinking about the food. With only a little bit of wariness, she came on the porch and let me grab her. Then we went inside with the food and I fed her. I don’t know quite what to do with her. We don’t know if she really wants to be here. Would she do better in a different home? Or does she not want to live inside a house? Remains to be seen.

Incalculable calicos

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Today, we saw the stray calico cat in the front yard. We watched her poke around a bit and then took her out some food. Or course, she spooked and ran way off along the fence towards the back of the house. Within about a half hour, I saw her in the back yard. But wait, she looked bigger. And darker. And where was all the white on her legs and belly? Oddly enough, it was a different calico cat with no collar. This one reminded me of a tom cat by her build and attitude (less skittish), but of course, that would be quite unusual.

With our kitty Pip, that makes 3 calicoes in the near vicinity. What’s up with that?

3 cats of 3 colors.

I wonder if my feeding the one calico ended up attracting the other one? Uh-oh. I also wonder how many stray cats are in our neighborhood. There are a lot of foreclosed houses a few blocks down and still many unemployed people in this town. I wonder if the number of strays has gone up in the last few years. I’ve heard that local horse rescues have been inundated because people just can’t afford to keep their large animals anymore.

I read an interesting book some years ago that I would recommend, Cats are Not Peas: A Calico History of Genetics.

Late night pumpkin bread and Out of Oz

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I am sitting here chowing down on this unbelievable vegan pumpkin bread straight from the oven that my step-daughter just made. And Pip is begging me for pieces. (Of course, she’s been trying to pawn all kinds of food off of me lately. She’s queen bee cat now, and has earned her stripes calico blotches, so I don’t mind indulging her a tiny bit. And she’s not the one with the weight problem.)

Out of Oz

Ooh, look what I just got from the library—Out of Oz: The Final Volume in the Wicked Years. I actually took some time to just read tonight. I haven’t been doing enough of that. Been going, going, going in front of the laptop for work and advocacy work way too much over the last week. {And not nearly enough for NaNoWriMo.}

I love this opening quote in Out of Oz:

“We believe the explanation we hear last. It’s one of the ways in which narrative influences our perception of truth. We crave finality, an end to interpretation, not seeing that this too, the tying up of all loose ends in the last chapter, is only a storytelling ruse. The device runs contrary to experience, wouldn’t you say? Time never simplifies—it unravels and complicates. Guilty parties show up everywhere. The plot does nothing but thicken.”    — Michelle de Krester, The Hamilton Case

Funny thing: I had to look up de Krester to see if this was a real author, or a figment. The Hamilton Case is listed at Amazon.com, so it must exist, right? What if Amazon.com and Google started fucking with us and planting all kinds of imaginary “facts” and “data”? Maybe they already do. Maybe the government already does and makes them keep quiet about it. Think about it.

Hmm, maybe we need to keep our critical thinking skills after all.