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taking it personally – Page 31 – Words' End

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If I’ve been quiet, it isn’t for lack of things to say. The conference is much to write home about, and politics… I’d like to find words for it, more permanent and coherent words than the screaming in my head.

Keep wanting to find the right words, though, for all of it, and I haven’t had the time. We’ve been cleaning, apartment-hunting, downloading software to organize our receipts – organize our receipts

This morning I read “Cold Turkey,” an article by Kurt Vonnegut. This is why I want so badly to find the right words, you know?

how do you quack in italian?

Well, the photos get a resounding vote of “enh” from me. They’re just uninspiring. You had to be there, if nothing else then for the olfactory paradise of chopped herbs and ground spices.

N.B.: if you’re a staunch vegetarian who is nauseated by the discussion of preparing meat, you might want to skip the rest of this post.

I’ve got to say, thinking that I could easily cut up a whole duck, just because I know fairly well how to do the same thing with chicken, was erroneous. Duck skin is rather more strongly attached than chicken skin is; plus, I couldn’t figure out how to partition it. Ethan’s googling powers saved me, of course; what I’d failed to understand is that the duck is both more fatty *and* more bony on its back than chicken. So I decided to save some of the bonier parts for a soup (to be made tomorrow) and soon I had three containers. The contents of one of them will be rendered, and will make for a good cooking medium for potatoes, fish, what have you.

I’ve got to say, I’m pretty proud of myself for not throwing away any part of the bird, which had admittedly been cleaned before they sold it to me. Its meat is providing us with two meals each, and we’ll have soup and cooking fat besides. Not bad, for a generally wasteful world.

So, here’s the recipe I made. It comes from Alexandra Greeley’s Asian Soups, Stews, & Curries, which I really must return to Mrs. Zogathon someday soon. Next time I make this, I’ll use more ginger, galangal and lemongrass, and will add some fresh chili peppers. This was surprisingly mild.

If you don’t know where to get certain ingredients, check to see if you have an Indian and/or Southeast Asian grocery store nearby. You can always resort to places like Whole Foods, but their herbs are both expensive and not as good. Also, for the love of all that’s holy, don’t use the Thai Kitchen brand of coconut milk. Use Chaokoh instead. Have four cups of it on hand.

Get a 4- to 5-pound duck, clean it and cut into serving pieces (or you could just get duck legs, I guess).

Prepare your herbs and spices. Throw all of the following in one bowl:

     1 stalk lemon grass, trimmed and thinly sliced;

     shred 3 kaffir lime leaves;

     one 1″ piece fresh ginger, peeled and chopped;

     two Indonesian bay leaves, crumbled (I used regular Western bay leaves);

     1 tsp’s worth of galangal root, minced;

     1 tsp ground coriander;

     1 tsp freshly ground black pepper;

     1/2 tsp ground cumin;

     1/4 tsp ground turmeric;

     salt and sugar to taste.

Take 8 shallots and 4 garlic cloves, peeled and rouhly chopped. Put them in a blender or small chopper, add just enough water to process, and blend until smooth. This she calls “curry paste,” why, I don’t know.

Heat 1/3 cup of vegetable oil over medium-high heat. Add the onion-and-garlic paste and stir around for 2-3 minutes, until it’s fragrant. Add all the other spices, stir well and cook for about 5 minutes. That’s what she says, anyway; I cooked for about 7-8. Add a bit more oil if the mixture is too dry.

Add in the duck pieces, and make sure they’re thoroughly coated in the spices. Pour in the coconut milk (mix it up first if it’s separated; it’ll be hard to mix with all that meat in the pan). Reduce heat and simmer, stirring occasionally, for 1.5-2 hours. If the sauce gets too thick and/or shallow, add some water. For garnish, fry up some shallots and/or garlic until crunchy. Honestly, I skipped that last part.

Mmm, tasty. Do make some sticky rice to sop up all the saucy goodness. Make sure you stir the sauce before spooning it onto the rice; some of the herbs and roots stay crunchy, and in every tender bite there’s a little explosion of flavor.

In other news, my Italian class did marvelously well on their exam, all things considered. (They are a good and genial group, but this class is their very lowest priority. We do what we can!) The average grade was 7.5 percentage points higher than the average quiz grade! I’m duly impressed, and they seemed pleased too. We did the simple past today, their first Really Tough Topic, and they did well. I dare say I’m proud! And to think that I’ll have children someday. If that’s how it’s gonna be, at least sometimes, then I’m all for having children. Because, you know, I need convincing to have children.

G’night. Let me know if you make the duck; I’d be curious to find subtle but tasty variations.

food!

We arose rather atrociously late today – 11am; not bad, though, for a Saturday, especially considering we didn’t go to sleep until 3:30 last night. After extremely minimal puttering, a bank errand was run, and then we went food shopping. Since it’s now rather late in the day, the cooking-for-the-week extravaganza has been deferred until tomorrow; but I’m already excited. Besides our usual (already rather eclectic) array of food, we got the following, which I’ve never cooked with before:

duck
galangal root
fresh lemongrass
kaffir lime leaves
some other sort of leaves that should be good fresh, don’t know the name
an array of curry pastes:
     red (a laaaarge tub!)
     masaman and leang (small tins)
thai peanut noodle sauce
msg (to be used as a seasoning in judicious amounts)
fresh young coconut to shred

Artichokes are coming into season, too. They had gorgeous, huge ones at Whole Foods. So we got two, and they’re enough for a lunch, steamed and with a dipping sauce.

Photos, I hope, tomorrow. It is spring outside.

should maybe undersleep more often

Sunlit moss in unexpected places is one of my favorite things.

Woke up in time to read all the news, blogs, e-mail. Left the house earlier than needed for the first time in ages, feels like. Asiago cheese bagel, passing Muzak van (I kid you not, they exist), blogging this, and I’m still on time for work.

There’s a new library opening in Kansas City, and I think of George.

Intricate shadows of tiny bare tree branches, on brick, and again I wish for a camera with me.

They’re promising temperature in the 70s next week. !!!

thought/cycles

Giddings House, Brown Dept of AnthropologyPouring, roof-pounding rains have had us on floodwatch since yesterday. I came outside during a lucky lull, wearing the matte black coat over loud purple and intense burgundy. Tiny, unmistakable light-green shoots of grass are poking up through the jagged black rocks of the parking lot.

Suddenly missing the Black Rock Desert, I got in the car. Mileage is sucking, and a pang of regret: can’t ask my dad about the mileage, because he’s gone. It may not be anything to worry about – been doing a lot of city driving, and so warming up the car for several minutes before each 2-mile drive – but the point is, I can’t ask him, ever.

The air smells of ocean, like a Nor’easter. A sparrow perched, chirped and cocked its head at me as I was walking into Giddings House.

currently playing: amon tobin – “dream sequence” (bricolage)

shake-up

What happened? Why am I dormant? Is it that the winter has lasted so long? Is it the gray, rainy, cold day? Is it an overwhelm of work and lectures to hear and life to live and paperwork to fill out?

Today, I can’t relate to hibernation. Today, I burn.

currently playing: the future sound of london – “papua new guinea” (accelerator, disc 1)

because it’s the weekend, that’s why.

red!“I was gonna be done with this file by noon. Noon!

“Well, you know. Noon – eight – geologically speaking, they’re practically the same moment.”

I’m doing enough work to be satisfied this weekend, even considering that April is so busy we aren’t supposed to have weekends. In-between, we’re finding out that candy apple red works well not only on bleached hair but on henna-treated as well.

family: 67

As I sat in the reception hall, holding my beloved’s hand and watching Fahmi’s father cry as he gave his daughter away, my thoughts turned to my own father. Yesterday was the third birthday my dad did not celebrate. He would have been 67.

red and gold

Red henna covers my right palm and inner wrist in an intricate design.

It was painted on Friday by a woman I’d met that evening, a cousin of Fahmida’s whose name is Fatima.

That evening, four of us accompanied our friend John and his parents to his bride’s family home in Brooklyn. There, we were generously received, fed incredible homemade Indian food, and entertained with traditional Bengali dance. This was but one of the many rituals leading up to John and Fahmida’s wedding in Queens today.

It was certainly the most colorful wedding I’ve ever had the honor to take part in. We (Ethan and I, and our friends Stacy and David, and some other ifMUDders) got to participate quite a bit. We wore traditional clothing. I heard an Islamic sermon for the first time.

There is much more, and it will come – in snippets. I figured, planning to put it all into one long post was a bit delusional. Now you have a framework; the nooks of memory will whisper the rest soon.

From Cucina Pratica

Subtitle of the cookbook, translated: Recipes, ideas, advice for the modern woman. Subtitle notwithstanding, this cookbook (purchased in 1995 in Padova, on clearance for something like $10) is one of my favorites. Practical cuisine, indeed; tasty dishes of varying complexity. The following measures were eyeballed all to hell.

Take five medium-sized zucchini. Wash them, trim the ends and lovingly cut into thin (3-5mm) circles. Set aside. Mince a good handful of fresh parsley, and set that aside too.

Heat up a large frying pan; a wok would work too, but probably not quite as well. In 1-2 tablespoons of olive oil and 1-2 tablespoons of butter (no less than 3 tbsp of fats), fry up 3-5 cloves of sliced – not mashed – garlic, and a round slice of a Mayer lemon cut up in eighths like a tiny pie. Fry that until the garlic and lemon are done, then fish them out of the oil-and-butter and set them aside.

Toss in the zucchini and coat in the sauce. Cover and steam-fry for a minute or two, just to get them sweating. Take off the cover and toss in some salt, freshly ground pepper and a little of the parsley. Toss well and keep stirring occasionally until the zucchini are done to your liking. Don’t worry if they get mushy; keep frying them, and eventually they’ll turn this amazing crusty brown.

While waiting for the veggies to fry, cut another piece off the lemon and squeeze its juice into the cooked garlic and lemon. At the end, toss in that mixture and the rest of the parsley, and fry on high heat just until the parsley is heated through.

Eat as a side dish with your burger, or with anything really. Then, when it’s summer and parsley actually has a scent, cook this again and allow the green trance to overtake your kitchen.

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