Sunday, September 20, 2009

Miso soup


Sag has been ailing today. Well, he's fine, but his gut, which has been sensitive for weeks, revolted today. His number one comfort food is miso soup with rice. Well, I think of it as his comfort food. He'd eat it happily whenever.

Miso soup is one of those foods I grew up watching my mother make...I learned how to make it without ever realizing it.

So I don't have a recipe. And, well, if you make soup, you know that precision is not key when making one. Soup is very forgiving in the making. A good base has a positive ripple effect into what comes after.

For miso soup, a good base starts with dashi. I have memories of watching my mother and my grandmother make dashi. The block of dried katsuo, from which katsuokezuri was shaved off in curls, looked very much like a piece of petrified chocolate wood. But, times have changed and I buy my dashi. I have used granules that come in serving size sealed tubes of paper, as well as, powder in bags like teabags, but a bit larger.

There's a sizable "natural" and organic movement in Japan and it is possible, thankfully, to find these dashi products without artificial or unnecessary additives. At stores like Mitsuwa, a lot of the packaging is labeled in English making it much easier to ascertain what all the ingredients in these products are, as well.

Okay. So you start by bringing clean, filtered water to a boil and simmering your dashi. While the dashi is heating through, you can reconstitute your wakame. Fueru wakame only takes five minutes to reconstitute in a bowl of water. Once it is reconstituted I chop the wakame into smaller bits.

Then cut your tofu. You're not going to need a whole block of tofu...unless you're making a huge pot of soup. The possibilities open up nicely here. Silken tofu is the nicest tofu, in my opinion. The texture is like custard. But, I will use whatever tofu I have and firm tofu works just fine. And the size and shape of the tofu that goes into your soup is completely up to you. Bite-size, teeny tiny, cubes, rectangles...

The tofu will inevitably bring the temperature of the water down so I add the wakame and tofu once the dashi is happy and hot. The reason for this is that miso doesn't like to be boiled. After the dashi, wakame and tofu have mingled and the soup is hot again, I add my miso. I prefer white, but plenty of folks prefer red/dark.

I love miso paste. It's good stuff. I use a brand that is all natural, uses organic soy and a rice koji (the barley koji would render it not gluten-free in this household though I do believe the barley koji would affect only those extremely sensitive to gluten...anyone with celiac I would recommend do their own research and make their own decision regarding barley vs. rice koji).

I eyeball the miso and add it into the soup with a fork. Start out small and keep adding. Miso is salty and should be treated accordingly. You can always add more, but once a dish is too salty it can be tricky to recalibrate and bring it back to balance. I use a fork (or cooking chopsticks) to break up the miso while it begins to dissolve in the hot soup. Wooden chopsticks do tend to be kinder to the tofu that insists on bobbing around while you're mushing the miso.

That's it. Basic miso soup. And by basic, I mean that you can add whatever you want to this soup. I like adding daikon, I love when my mom adds onion or scallion to hers.

Miso soup, like other traditional broths and soups, has potent healing qualities. The innumerable stories which accompany and echo off the memories that connect us through soup, the aroma of soup...I believe has the power to alter us chemically even before we taste the first spoonful, and the alchemy of the ingredients and emotional energy that go into the creation of soup...it will make it all better, certainly for the time that it takes to finish your bowl (but usually for longer).

Have yourself a bowl of homemade soup soon.

Take a look

I have been very visual lately. The information I take in through my eyes has been designated extra weight by my brain and chemistry. I have bee particularly taken with the sky. The heartbreaking color palette of the evening, the fulminating form and shades of gray of a storm-a-comin', the storybook clarity of that perfect blue on a sunny late-summer day (after the heat has moved on).

Everywhere I look there is something beautiful to see.

But, I've noticed something else. There's an active quality to my seeing which feels different. It's making me hunger for a new camera again. It's making me want to stop and put what I am seeing into more of a perspective...to create something of the moment to share and to show. (And, truth be told, to literally inhabit what it is, to try it on, to enter it, to disappear into it for awhile...)

I took the picture above yesterday morning. I was heading to the shower, but remembered I wanted to make a quick phone call. I perched on the side of my bed, made the call, and when I was done, instead of standing up, I lay back. I looked out the window and this is what I saw.

We have lived here over three years and I have never noticed the intense clumping of the pine cones on this tree that overhangs the backyard. There are various possible explanations for this. But, what I focused on was the gift of seeing what was in front of me. The simple, majestic, and unique beauty of it.

I love seeing something I've never seen before. The jolt that comes with recognizing how special something is for that reason. The newness of the object itself, or the openness of one's mind that lets in a peek from a new perspective.

I invited Cap and the kids to come see. To lie with me on the big bed and turn their heads just so, and to take a look to see what they could see.

Saturday, September 19, 2009

NBTS Picnic

Yesterday was the Not-Back-To-School Picnic. The weather was pretty perfect (it had been rained out the week before) and it ended up working right into our day. After the lego outing, the kids and I dropped Cap off at the Y, went to Whole Foods to pick up lunch (sushi, chips, apple, smoothie and coconut water), and drove up to the park.

Shannon and her kids were there, alone for an hour, and it was nice to ease in with friends. Soon, Tiina arrived with her three, and then Lisette, with her three. Tiina and I had met three years ago, randomly, at a playground. We were there with our families and we started talking. She, like my kids, is a mix of Japanese and Finnish ancestry. She and her husband are Finnish. At the time, her school aged kids were in school, but they are now new homeschoolers.

Lisette was completely new to me and was very nice. I was really glad she had an older daughter, someone Bridget could play with.

I also met Linda, who had driven out from Jersey City. We talked for a bit. Angela came a bit later, we really only got to hug and say "hi" as I was being dragged home by the kids. I also met Stacy who could relate completely to the kids wanting to get home to start building their lego sets because her son is the same way.

It was a smaller gathering than the one we attended when we first moved here. Other than Shannon, our usual "crowd" was not in attendance. But, there was warmth and camaraderie. It was really mellow and nice. I used up my extrovert quota for the month, but not in a stressful way :-)

And the kids, they enjoyed hanging out. Sag got his knee stuck in the bars on the playground structure and thankfully Tiina was there to help him as Owen came running to get me. Once I was trying to get his knee out, I was wondering if I would have to get some of the leftover salmon from the sushi to grease up his knee, but it came out. Phew. (He was fine and resumed playing after a few hugs.)

I wish I had some pictures, but it was one of those times where I was very actively interacting with what was happening around me.

Building Yoda

Heading out to the Lego store opening celebration to take part in building an 8 foot Yoda.

Gem got right started.

Sag chatting with one of the staff.





The Yoda model and the Lego Master.



Free catalogs!

The kids wanted to show Cap the store. Here's the Lego Indiana Jones. "See, the foot is really small!" "See, he's holding a real whip!"



See how cool this one is, and this one, and this one...

Friday, September 18, 2009

The marshmallow test

Oh, The Temptation from Steve V on Vimeo.

Mama's magic fingers

I snuck into the kids' room past 8am this morning to get a picture. They were both still asleep and I wanted to document. There is just something so primally satisfying to me when they are asleep. It's a time of nourishment, rest, creativity, life.

It is extremely rare for them to stay asleep through the night and not come into the big bed at some point. And it was particularly meaningful to me this morning because I knew I had a hand (no pun intended :-) in the depth of their sleep.

Sag was having the two days after effect of having been to Vinny. I've been taking the kids to ease them through this change-of-season time. He has had a lot of "silly" energy when there, but this week he was able to have Vinny work on him more than last week. He dropped off to sleep quickly last night and slept like a rock. (He also had a blast playing chess last night visions of Harry Potter dancing in his head :-) It was the first day/night in weeks he didn't complain that his stomach hurt.

Gem came out to me last night while I was watching Community (which I liked, it has promise) and said his stomach really hurt, that he felt sick. He mentioned Tylenol. I took him back to his room and he snuggled in for a back rub. I massaged his back focusing on the areas on either side of his spine. Then did a quick massage of his butt/hips. I ended with a spinal massage rubbing each vertebra and the spaces between. He fell asleep peacefully and murmured that the pain was almost completely gone.

I need to remember this. That my fingers, my hands, and my energy are powerful. There's a beautiful energy in me, in each of us, that connects us and can be channeled. When we do, we slide right into the collective pool of universal well-being and balance. It is very healing.

Thursday, September 17, 2009

The nature of yummy

Miki and Phio came over this morning for some play and chat. They brought over raspberries and carrot cake.

Gem made lemonade. The kids loved it so much Miki only got a sip and I didn't get any.

The big pot has been simmering a few hours and will simmer for many more.

Maybe it's the approaching Autumn Equinox, maybe it's the burst of fall weather we're having...I am making chicken stock today.

Last night we hosted common meal. Cap made his signature tuna pasta salad. I made braised tofu, summer squash and eggplant (which started off with the most amazing aromatics: leeks, garlic and ginger), a green salad, brownies and peach crisp.

I am about to start Dragon's Way. I am doing the class this time (it starts Monday) and I have intentions of extending the benefits beyond the 6 weeks of the program by continuing to eat the recommended healing foods for a long time.

In a way this means that I will be saying "no" to many foods. But, ultimately it will be about singing a big "yes".

I continue to embrace mid-life. Exercising my will to define how the second half of my life (hopefully) will be lived. I am paring away layers of who I have become that aren't true to who I want to be.

Cheese will always be as yummy as it ever was. But, through deeper healing, I will tune in more to the yummy of a life lived with much less food, and a whole lot of experiencing moments that are balanced, authentic, calm and enriched.

It's going to be interesting. I love food, I love cooking, and I love eating. I am not thinking of this as restriction or as a negative. It's a paradigm shift. A world of of new possibilities awaits.

This little guy needs a new pot! After many months of being an only, a second stem grew and keeps popping out babies. Magical and inspiring, this thing called "life".

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

On the radio

...and in this case, on YouTube :-)

Regina Spektor was first brought to my attention by Anna.

This morning, I was cruising YouTube, as has become my habit, and I was listening to all the different covers of what I thought of as the "Weeds" theme song. I love the song even more now that I know that it was written by Malvina Reynolds in 1962. Another example of the more things change, the more they frikkin' stay the same.

I remember watching Season 2 of Weeds and enjoying hearing the different voices singing the same song. I thought it was a great idea then.

Regina Spektor was one of the artists selected to sing that season. And from listening to that clip, I was led to this one, which I loved. I found it matched my uplifted mood and so here it is.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

The lego museum

Earlier in the summer, I was able to empty out a bookshelf as part of my decluttering process. The best temporary spot to put it was in the kids' room. This was because their room actually had some empty space being the first to undergo the big decluttering push. It didn't take very long at all for the bookshelf to become The Lego Museum.

My dad came over yesterday and we went to the Lego Store. He wanted to do something they chose. My dad learned something yesterday: Sag can pick something quickly, but, for Gem, this kind of decision-making is arduous.

The kids were delighted with their gifts and made their lego creations last night. They then curated their works of art and we took pictures. (The last three were photographed by Sag.)

There was an interesting article in the New York Times about how Lego turned itself around as a company in the last five years. My kids definitely connected to legos through a movie tie-in (a successful business strategy which produced the turn around, in large part), specifically Star Wars. (Incidentally, the original Star Wars tie-ins began back before this last CEO took over at Lego.)

But, for Sag and Gem, it never ends with the completion of "the set". Once they've built the original set, it will get dismantled and reconfigured to go deeper into the story or branch out into self-imagined scenarios as the sets become incorporated into the collective I think of as the "tub o' legos".

My own experience with legos as a child was fleeting. They often felt limited to me and nothing ever "looked" like what I envisioned in my mind as I was building. I may have enjoyed them more with some mini figures, or some accessory shapes to break up the monotony of the brick. Who knows.

But, my boys love their legos now, and it is nice for me to see them treasure something and feel such joy and passion.








Monday, September 14, 2009

A Sunday afternoon in the park

Flushing Meadows Park in Corona, Queens. Site of the 1964 World's Fair. I learned yesterday that my dad used to walk my sister and I there (us in a stroller). He was remarking on how big the trees have gotten.

As we were in the approach for the Lincoln Tunnel, the site of these guys in this car grabbed me. Traffic can be good for some things.

I held the camera out the window, pointed it behind us, and shot this.

Taken from the car as we crossed Manhattan towards the Midtown Tunnel.

This, too.

And this. (The Empire State Building making an incidental but appreciated appearance in this shot.)

Ellie. The kids chillaxed at the Playground for All Children.

Any day I ride a carousel is a good one. Riding alongside my niece makes it a great one.

Something about carousels...

I love them.

We went to the Queens Zoo.

Is this an amaryllis? All I know is that it was honkin' big. And very striking.


He loves bears.







Gem was into the blimp.


I don't know what he was doing, but it involved gouging the earth with hoof and antler, peeing on it, and repeating.





For every ten pictures like this...

no, make that hundred...

I get one like this. :-)

Jiji and Baba. Here they were facing the USTA stadium where a U.S. Open men's semi-final match was being played.

The kids were truly tortured at this point. They really hung in there with all the photographing.

The Grand Central Parkway from a novel (for us) view.


We ended our day with dinner at a beer garden in Astoria. (Those rain drops on the umbrella are faux.) My favorite dish was thick-ish just this side of chewy (in a really good way) bread smothered in mushroom gravy. So good.