Aug 23
My friends in the Cult of Cute Shoes anxiously await this post every time I travel. Today’s entries are from the Wooden Shoe Museum and factory at the Zaansche Schans park in the Netherlands. I’m sure we’ll find more beauties in Venice. Hiking boots are considered cute in the Dolomites.
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Aug 22
Julian and I are back on vacation in Europe. This time our itinerary included visiting his cousins outside Amsterdam. Later we flew to Italy for a week in the Dolomite Mountains and a week in Venice. We have the experience of canals in both the Netherlands and Venice and cannolis (we hope) in Italy.
Our host in the Netherlands was Kitty, who is a cousin on Julian’s paternal grandmother’s side of the family. She’s visited us a few times over the years, most recently in 2017. The highlight of our visit with her was a family reunion with Kitty’s daughters, two of her grandchildren, her sister, and one of her nieces. The dinner was held at a buffet restaurant at a hotel near Schiphol (Amsterdam) Airport. Surprisingly, it was the best restaurant meal we’d had so far. The variety of offerings was amazing, including sushi, Turkish food, and dessert tables to die for. We hadn’t seen most of these relatives since the family birthday party in Delft years ago. Julian created a Seattle-oriented trivia contest that was easy enough so everyone could win a prize. (Sample question: Which animals are not seen in the Sammamish River behind Julian and Cindy’s condo? The choices included eagles, otters, ducks, and crocodiles.)
We went to Rotterdam yesterday for the first time. Rotterdam was bombed to smithereens by the Nazis during World War II and was nearly entirely rebuilt. Many of the new buildings are of the architect’s dream and engineer’s nightmare genre. For example, the Cube Building. This building resembles a child’s block structure at a 54.7° angle, which results in very weird apartments with wasted space due to angled ceilings. Fortunately, the Hostel underneath the cube apartments is a bit more conventional. We also roamed around the waterfront and saw some vintage sailboats and barges.
Stay tuned for more adventures as we explore Italy.
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May 23
Every neighborhood has its own unique individuals. Our old neighborhood had a block where all the houses had plastic pink flamingoes in the front yard. Our current neighborhood had the Flag Lady.
I met The Flag Lady at a city council meeting some years ago. She was a retired social studies teacher who flew a different nation’s flag every day or two. Next to the flag she had a bulletin board with the name of the country and its capital. Folks driving, walking, or biking past her house would slow down to see which flag she was flying. One time the police got worried about her because she hadn’t changed the flag for a week or so. She was on vacation.
Note that I used the past tense in the first paragraph. Two weeks ago I went past her house and saw a for sale sign in the front yard. NOOOOOO!!! What’ll happen to the flags? Will the new owners honor the tradition? Inquiring flag geeks want to know.
I got the answer to my query this afternoon when I took a walk up the hill. The for sale sign was gone, as were the bulletin board and a flag. Maybe she’ll take her flags to her new home and continue flying them. I can’t imagine that she’d have enough space in an assisted living facility to store all of them. Maybe she donated them to the school district. We’ll miss seeing the flags. Happy trails, Flag Lady.
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Apr 05
Dudley turned one year old on April 3. He’s a devious dude. His latest obsession is the laser printer. (to the left in the picture below). If he hears it turn on, he runs to see what comes out. He’ll sit next to it, even if it’s off, and hope something appears. Here he is attempting to stay warm on my work laptop. Luckily, I had the keyboard locked at the time. He also dives behind the stereo cabinet despite our best efforts to block it off. Fortunately, he can get out without our trying to move those heavy bookcases.
His relationship with our elder states cat, Neli, is still a work in progress. Sometimes they can sleep very close to one another. Then one or the other wakes up and chaos ensues. He mooches her food, she mooches his. It hasn’t occurred to either of them that they’re getting the exact same thing.
Despite his craziness, he’s a very sweet fellow. He likes to sit on a lap while we’re working or watching TV. He’s got a loud purr and chats with us. Unlike Neli, he’s not shy about meeting new people. He’s a keeper.
Trying to edit my work.
(Yes, it’s been a while since I last posted. Expect new content in the near future.)
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Jan 29
There are several food faux pas that I don’t get riled about. Want to drink red wine with fish? Okay by me. Want to pre-boil your ribs before grilling them? It’s your life. However, there is one thing that should never be done: putting mayonnaise on a pastrami sandwich.
I’ve made my opinion on mayonnaise known in this blog post. The only appropriate spread for a pastrami sandwich is mustard. Pastrami is well-marbled to begin with. Adding mayonnaise to a pastrami sandwich just adds more greasiness. The acidity of mustard cuts through the richness of the meat.
We thought about going to a relatively new deli in Seattle yesterday. While we were driving there, I looked at the menu on my phone. One of the sandwich items had pastrami with mayonnaise. The horror… We opted not to go there because it didn’t have indoor seating. We went to a Colombian restaurant two doors down instead.
I’m not alone in this aversion to mayo on deli sandwiches. The Metropolitan Diary feature in the New York Times had a scene in a Manhattan deli. A tourist came in and ordered a pastrami on rye with mayo. The man behind the counter had to put the mayonnaise in a cup on the side. He couldn’t bear to put it on the bread himself.
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Jan 07
On January 7, 2003, Julian, our two cats, and I caught a flight from Greensboro to Seattle so Julian could start his job at the University of Washington. I don’t remember much about the flight, but I sure remember going through security with Jasper glommed onto me. I still have the divots from his claws in my shoulder. We were met at Sea-Tac by my former roommate Jennifer, who took us to the moving company parking lot to pick up my car. We’d had it shipped west in advance so we didn’t have to rent a car. Jennifer and Zach graciously hosted us until we moved into our rental house. Even more important, they took care of the cats while we flew back to North Carolina to finish packing.
Move-in day was, shall we say, interesting. There was no room in the van for the futon or box spring, so the movers shrink-wrapped them in plastic and tied them to the back of the van. In January, when most of the country has some form of precipitation. As you can imagine, they were both a sodden mess when the van arrived. Julian’s espresso machine was somehow trashed in the van. The worst was Julian’s car. In the rush to secure it in the van, the movers managed to puncture the aluminum oil pan. We weren’t aware of it until we drove across town for lunch and noticed a puddle of oil underneath the car after we ate. Needless to say, there was a hefty damage claim with the movers that was settled without going to court.
The last 20 years have been full of ups and downs. We found ourselves in a neighborhood of great people close to the University and the largest Unitarian Universalist congregation in town. Having an instant network was a great perk, which gave lie to the “Seattle freeze” stereotype of standoffishness. I managed to cobble together freelance writing assignments and part-time teaching at community colleges before I started working at Swedish Medical Center. We moved Julian’s mother to Seattle when it became obvious that she was no longer able to live independently. My mother was able to visit us twice and my sister once, along with several friends from our past lives.
Is the Northwest perfect? No place is. There are days when I regret the nasty traffic, high cost of living, and the bland sameness that’s afflicting the city and suburbs. However, the sight of Mount Rainier on a sunny day never gets old. Nor does watching the traffic on the Sammamish River behind our condo. I think we’re here for the long haul.
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Dec 26
The snow and ice of the last week meant that we didn’t feel safe driving. I can drive in the winter provided that the yahoos in SUVs stay home; unfortunately, anyone who drives one of these thinks they’re invincible – and winds up in the ditch. We ventured to the grocery store Christmas Eve morning once the roads got clean to get ingredients for the White Elephant dinner. We also had a non-frozen duck on reserve for our traditional Christmas duck à l’orange.
As I’ve mentioned before, I have claustrophobia that’s been exacerbated by the pandemic. I knew this was going to be the perfect storm, and I was right. The parking lot in front of the store was jammed. We wound up parking two blocks away. Luckily, most of the snow, ice, and slush had disappeared by that morning.
I told Julian that we would not be dilly-dallying – just get what’s on the list and vamoose. Vamoosing was easier said than done. The line for the self-checkout stands extended to the main entrance. Fortunately, folks were mostly in a good mood and rolled with the crowds. It took us a half hour to reach a human-staffed register. I got on line with the cart while Julian picked up a few things we’d forgotten along the way. Once we finally checked out, Julian stayed with the cart while I brought the car over to the pick up point. My blood pressure returned to its normal range once we got to the Bothell city limits.
We managed to forget a few things on Saturday’s jaunt (plus we needed to get gas for my car and supplies for the bums), so we ventured out to Woodinville this afternoon. Fewer crowds and shorter lines. Traffic was a little heavy, but I found a sneaky route into the shopping center. We stayed away from the post-Christmas sales. I think I’ve done enough shopping for a few days.
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Dec 25
As I mentioned in the previous post, we had an ice storm here Thursday night. King County Metro canceled all of its bus routes until about 3 pm Friday, when they went to the snow routes. Our driveway was a sheet of ice until Saturday morning
Since we were scheduled to go to the annual Christmas Eve Latkepalooza/White Elephant exchange Saturday night, we needed to make our contributions to the festivities. One of our contributions was the Infamous Eggnog Bread. This batch included dried cranberries, raisins, and dried apricots. I didn’t include nuts because there’d be a few new bellies around the table and I didn’t know their dietary aversions/allergies. I tried a different brand of eggnog for the recipe because that was what was available in quarts. This meant a taste test – pretty good, but a little heavy on the nutmeg.
Making the other contributions had to wait until we could get to the grocery store. More about that shortly. I made applesauce to go with the latkes, while Julian made crème brûlée. (Note: Our hosts have a corgi pup named Latke. He was NOT be on the menu).
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Dec 23
Snow days aren’t what they used to be. The three of us would wait breathlessly to hear, “Hannibal Central School is closed”, from the TV or radio. It always seemed as if Hannibal was the last school in the county to close. We believed that if the district superintendent couldn’t see the barn across the street from his house, school would close. I don’t know why some enterprising student didn’t test this hypothesis by covering his front windows with spray-can snow.
As an adult, I also looked forward to snow days. When I lived in Dallas, I heard on TV that the Medical Center where I worked and took classes was closed. HOT DOG! I shoveled my driveway and sidewalk, then shoveled my elderly neighbors’ drive and walk as well. Ruby and Virgil thought I was stark raving mad, but they appreciated it. Little did I know that UT-Southwestern issued a retraction of the closure while I was shoveling. To quote a former governor of Texas, “Oops.” Later on, I used snow days as an excuse to play in the kitchen (see this post).
Now that I’m working from home, a snow day is just another day. I log onto my work computer and slave away. Earlier in the week, I amused myself for an hour shoveling my driveway. I logged it on the Apple Watch as “functional strength training.” The result was a dry and clear driveway so I could drag the trash cans back into the garage without risking a broken leg. Unfortunately, we got an ice storm overnight. Today our driveway could be used as a luge track. The weather’s supposed to warm up this afternoon so we might be able to get out and fetch groceries, including our traditional Christmas duck.
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Nov 29
One of the biggest quandaries of Thanksgiving is what to do with the turkey carcass. You could keep picking away at the scraps of meat until the bones are clean. My preferred way of dealing with the carcass is to make turkey carcass soup. In past years, the soup has been standard turkey noodle; however, this year I made pho. Chicken pho is pho ga, so turkey pho should logically be named pho gobble.
Here’s the recipe of sorts: Start by putting the turkey carcass, preferably with some meat still on the bones, into a large pot. You may have to do some butchering to get the carcass to fit. Add water just to cover the carcass, then set it on the stove over medium heat to boil. While the water’s heating, peel two medium yellow onions and halve about a 2-inch piece of ginger lengthwise. Place the onions and ginger on a foil-lined pan and broil until the edges get charred, then add them to the pot. You can also add a stick of lemongrass. Add fish sauce or soy sauce to taste. Once the water comes to a boil, reduce the heat and simmer for about 90 minutes. The meat attached to the bones should come off easily. Remove the carcass, onions, and ginger from the pot and pick off any more meat, discarding the skin and fat. Keep simmering the broth while you prepare the rest of the soup fixings.
Unlike most chicken or turkey noodle soups, the noodles are cooked separately. Use rice vermicelli. These noodles cook in about 5 minutes. Drain the noodles and rinse several times before adding to the soup. Rice noodles give off a lot of starch and can stick together in a gluey mass unless you rinse them. Prepare a plate with assorted herbs and lime wedges to garnish the soup. Cilantro and basil are good choices. You can also add mint. If you live near a Vietnamese grocery, try rau ram (Vietnamese coriander) or red shiso. You can also add bean sprouts, but I don’t use enough of them after the soup’s finished. Shredded cabbage in small amounts can also be added. In our house, sriracha is a must.
The final product came out very well. We ran an aliquot of it down to our friends who were in town from Michigan who had brought a nasty case of the flu to Seattle. They were most appreciative.
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