Boud vs Squirrels Round 36,578

So tired of obese squirrels swiping all the food, including ripping down and carrying away the feeder. I secure them with hinged split rings so they can't open the cage and carry off the suet. They just take the whole container.

Finally figured out an idea. Repurposed breadboard with hole already drilled, good because drill needs to be recharged. Well, found, and then recharged, but moving right along. First plan was to staple the cage to the board, which ran into a hitch when the heavy duty stapler went MIA. Soooooo duct tape ahoy.

Stay tuned. We'll see if the birds accept this strange new thing. There was a wonderful mass of birds yesterday before the squirrels half inched (rhyming slang for pinched) the feeder. All at once, red bellied woodpecker, Downy woodpecker, chickadees, mourning doves, Carolina wrens, tufted titmice, white throated sparrow bullying the juncoes, bluejays, white and redbreasted nuthatches.. Even saw a flicker at the feeder, very unusual, since they prefer tree stumps rich in insects.

I got carried away and hung a second feeder out front, to see from the kitchen window. No breadboard though.

Bread rolls happened, food talks back

I made a recipe of whole wheat bread rolls, which taste fine and made a nice small meal, toasted with Longhorn Colby melted over.

However they seem to be unhappy about coming out of the hot oven.

Take a look at their facial expressions!  I know yeast bread is alive, but I never had it talk back before. A couple of them look like sharks planning to attack.

The last of the game hen

The game hens were a great idea. Enough to share one on T day, here GH day, some to go home with HS, the rest for picking and snacking. The bones and bits of meat, with the rest of the vegetables and chicken broth, onions thrown in, simmered for about an hour and a half.  Then,  bones amd meat removed, the liquid blended,  made a very good clear soup.

And,  once again, the appearance of the stuffing, now playing the part of croutons. With all the herbs I used for the birds, and the flavoring in the stuffing, this ended up being really good, no further seasoning needed.

Here's tonight's supper, and three more helpings in the freezer. I do like to have soup in the freezer ready for when it's cold and I just came in and can't be pestered to cook

Post- Thanksgiving stuffing for breakfast

Stuffing goes on giving. Fried in olive oil, egg broken over. No need to season, since the stuffing was already herbed and additionally seasoned with homegrown sage.

Good breakfast with English breakfast tea, on a freezing morning.

More from the Pym file

Deep in a biography of Barbara Pym, by her longtime friend and colleague and excellent writer Hazel Holt. This is so worth reading, both because it disinters a lot of the origins of Pym's characters and settings, and it leads you on to other writers Pym loved, worth seeking out.  It's more interesting, probably because more frank, than Pym's own autobio, which is too reticent to tell you much.

I now have a book on hoopla patiently waiting till they let me in to download it -- nine titles a month is the ration -- by Denton Welch, had never heard of him, he died very young, but was a great writer and a fine painter too. Look him up and you'll see. If Pym recommended him, I'll try him.

 I have my tablet by when reading Holt on Pym because I keep realizing that a lot of her expressions are in fact quotations, usually biblical, and I hadn't picked up on that, not being well versed in the old testament. Tracking these down via tablet also illuminates some of Dorothy Sayers' titles and comments that are taken from the OT.  The legal and Latin references I'm okay with. Sayers too, was of a theological turn of mind.

Anyway, back to Pym, as a character in Heyer comments, yes, I thought we'd be back to her sooner or later. You'll note that the jacket cover is in the same style as the recent paperback Pyms, a nice touch. And I thought Barbara would appreciate the touch of handmade lace under there, too. Ironic.

So once the holiday uproar quiets, or if it's just a weekend where you are, take a look. I'll let you know about Denton Welch when I get to read him.

Thanksgiving Eve on the Boudian calendar

Once again Handsome Son is working Thanksgiving day, so tomorrow is our celebration.

And, since it's good to be a bit ahead of time, even for a group of two, the table is organized. I found a length of felt when I was looking for something else, usual story, so I added it.

 The game hens are semi cooked, to finish tomorrow, the stuffing likewise, and there will be baked potato, and various simple veggie sides.

HS always brings the cheese and bix for starters, an interesting soda to balance the wine, Pinot grigio this time, and the dessert.  Old family tradition!

I'm certainly thankful we're both well and getting along, and we survived most of the year.
And thankful for blogistas out there, who read even when I'm not hearing from you, and other distant friends.

Cheers!

November 18, 1918 -- November 18, 2018

Today is the hundredth anniversary of my parents' wedding anniversary. Elizabeth Smith married Frederick Ryder on November 18, 1918, in Middlesbrough, Yorkshire, UK. He was finally home from war, having survived the trenches and the battle of the Somme, but severely wounded.

They went on to have nine children and lose three. I, the youngest of the group, and older sister, Irene, whom you know as dogonart online, are the last living.

They left school at twelve and never stopped learning, both great readers, mom an opera fan and a gifted maker, of food, clothing, cake decorating. Both politically knowledgeable and involved. Very little money ever got into the house, hard times, and they left virtually nothing material.

All the family got as much education as they could, before war or work came on, and all had interesting careers all over the globe.

And here's the one item I have from them, the Gresham Comprehensive English Dictionary, which mom bought by installment payments, because education was a priority. She did not have household appliances, despite a large family, when she invested in this in the thirties.

I d say her priorities were right. She would put the occasional family photo in the pages.

And I kept a fern from my sister's wedding bouquet in it, and notes from a brother's self teaching of Russian.

It seemed the right place to keep Handsome Son's newborn footprints and proud father Handsome Partner, then husband's, note on the copy.

I read this book constantly during years of illness as a kid when reading was about all I could do.

So I'd say it's earned its place on the shelf. And my parents more than earned this little tribute today.

The lighting of the ficus 2018

Last winter's experiment with tiny white bulbs was lovely until they gave out after about three weeks. Changing the batteries added about a day to their lifespan.

So this year, bigger lights, plugged in, and the ficus is looking festive.  They have different settings, steady, my preference, slow blink, variegated blink, alternating blink,  insanely rapid drive you nuts blink. Seems to me that LED light are better not constantly switched on and off. And I like a peaceful steady glow over there.

So I'm set.

Chocolate Daisy Bread

This is how posh chefs do it. Fancy names!

It's just a variation on my usual hot biscuits, with less flour, few dark chocolate bits. Flour half and half wheat and ap, less because of a technical issue involving running out of it. Hence the interesting shape. It will break into parts to eat. Baked one minute more than usual. Turned out okay.

Afternoon tea coming up.

Last yellow rose

Frosts are happening now, and the one brave last rose has held up, but now I  think a tropical vacation in the house with begonia and philodendron growing in water is a good idea.

Next year's vegetable garden for Randy

Yesterday's knitting group was show, tell, give, take, and you remember the collection of seeds from friend's sister? I needed to pass them on, and they will be next year's vegetable garden for Randy, our young self-taught crocheter who makes art, is learning to cook and grow his own food. He was so happy!

Nothing to do with knitting and crocheting unless you count connecting with people as part of the deal.

I did keep a couple for my use, and the recipe file thing will be organized in my kitchen.

Everything else went home with Randy.

Exhaling now, at least a bit. Midterms 2018.

It looks as if the Republic will live to fight another day. The work I did, along with hundreds of  others, to gotv and dislodge an entrenched congressman worked. We did it. A good guy will now take that seat. Huge relief and joy. And the House can now put a dead halt on ACA attacks, plundering ss and Medicare to fund the deficit, further tax cuts. All gone. My family can breathe again.

We didn't get everything we wanted, but we will now have proper congressional committees, actually working not endlessly talking about Hillary. All in all, despite Senate losses, enough success to keep us going.

Great public questions and amendments, too, and governorships, at least as important as what goes on in Congress.

So, good day. First one since November 2016. The picture is the Dollivers dressed in suffragette colors in honor of Hillary, and the hope of her election. I finally have the heart to post it.

Curried beanzen rice, voting and helping

Sometimes food doesn't look really photogenic, but it's fine as dinner. Today it's cheap, nutritious, interesting curried beans over brown jasmine rice. The rice is fine, separate grains, but photographed oddly.

I've been following Jack Monroe for years,  brilliant brit food activist, who has known real hardship firsthand, single mom. Witness to parliamentary committees on food and poverty. Multiple cooking world prizewinner, speaker.

She's basically a civic saint. Her latest book, being crowdfunded to donate with food to UK food banks, is Tin Can Cook. It's all about interesting food made out of canned goods you're likely to get at your food bank. The food is interesting even if you can afford food, and I thought I'd try my own take.

This is not from the book, not available in the US, and I think she'd have made it look a lot better. And, it's a long story, but her preferred pronoun is they. I'm saying she here just not to hijack the point of the post.

Anyway, I used a can of kidney beans, and one of great northern, rinsed, simmered, salt, cumin, curry powder, lemon juice, bit of tamarind paste. Scooped out surplus water to freeze for soup, simmer some more. Immersion blender a few seconds.  Served over jasmine rice. A lot better than it looks. And one cup of rice, two cans of beans will make at least three meals. Beans and rice are an ancient pairing giving more complete nutrition in combination than separately.

One other issue is that recycling food cans is  much easier on the environment than frozen food plastic wrappings. This surprised me a bit, having avoided canned goods in general, but now rethinking, since the farmstand seas is almost over.

Also asking you to help your own food bank. I know people working full-time who still need help with food. Over the long run, we need to vote in the US on Tuesday, unless we already did, to put more humane people in power. Short run we can help locally.  And the US is not the only place where there's hardship. We can all do our bit, as they used to say.

Pumpkin walnut chocolate bread

But it's called bread so I can have it for breakfast. But then there are the spices, so I can have it for afternoon tea. And then it will go a treat with a glass of milk last thing at night. It's an all purpose food.

I used half the little sugar pumpkin I had on the step. The seeds are tossed for the birds, and the other half of the pulp is frozen probably for soup.

I'm glad I got two loaves out of the recipe, because it was labor intensive. Baked the whole pumpkin about an hour in a medium oven to soften the thing enough to cut into it. Then all the flour and eggs and spices and chocolate bits and walnuts and eggs. And the search for a recipe that used real pumpkin. This is from Alton Brown, credit where it's due.  Even the ones that want a can of pumpkin don't tell you how much that is. It wouldn't hurt them to just mention it.

Anyway, fyi, my 5lb sugar pumpkin gave me about six cups of pulp, three in the bread, the rest in the freezer. And a big bloof of seeds outside.

My neighbor is very happy I'm all tied up with baking because he had to go to work leaving the fridge man working nextdoor, and he knows I'll be here anyway to see all's well. He will probably get a slice of the bread in the deal, too. Neighbor, not fridge man.

So this is what happens when you frugally use up the fall decoration for food. Not a bit of bother. Hollow ghostly laughter.