A bountiful crop

I’m compiling quotations to use on a client’s website. Quite a few are perfectly perfect for a beautiful summer weekend:

 

Learning to ignore things is one of the great paths to inner peace.
Robert J. Sawyer

Sometimes the cure for restlessness is rest.
Colleen Wainwright

To sit in the shade on a fine day, and look upon verdure is the most perfect refreshment.
Jane Austen

Stress is an ignorant state. It believes that everything is an emergency. Nothing is that important.
Natalie Goldberg

If a man insisted always on being serious, and never allowed himself a bit of fun and relaxation, he would go mad or become unstable without knowing it.
Herodotus

We spend most of our time and energy in a kind of horizontal thinking. We move along the surface of things … [but] there are times when we stop. We sit sill. We lose ourselves in a pile of leaves or its memory. We listen and breezes from a whole other world begin to whisper.
James Carroll

If you can attain repose and calm, believe that you have seized happiness.
Julie-Jeanne-Eleonore de Lespinasse

The time to relax is when you don’t have time for it.
Sidney J. Harris

Take rest; a field that has rested gives a bountiful crop.
Ovid

Happy birthday, Dorothy Parker

Dorothy Parker was born August 22, 1893. Celebrate this date with a Martini; two at the very most.

Here’s a Parker poem to enjoy as well:

Interview

The ladies men admire, I’ve heard,

Would shudder at a wicked word.
Their candle gives a single light;
They’d rather stay at home at night.
They do not keep awake till three,
Nor read erotic poetry.
They never sanction the impure,
Nor recognize an overture.
They shrink from powders and from paints …
So far, I’ve had no complaints.

And a bonus quote:

I’ve never been a millionaire but I just know I’d be darling at it.

(Photo via Wikipedia)

Don’t forget: BlogFest 15 this Friday

Pittsburgh BlogFest 15 is marching up to us — or we’re marching up to it, depending on your views of the passage of time. You’ll join us this Friday (5:30pm at Finnegan’s Wake), won’t you? Details are here as well as here.

Mysterious local poet Carlos the Mackerel sent me a new poem in honor of the event:

Bloggers’ Fest, or a Vision in a Happy Hour. A Fragment. (with apologies to Samuel Taylor Coleridge)

Three days hence, we’ll meet and drink
Near Pirate’s cove, at Joyce’s pub.
We writers all, though none in ink
Blogging what we bloggers think,
      We’ll talk – aye, there’s the rub.
Some blogs, some beers and cocktails fine
We’ll talk bout yours, we’ll talk bout mine.
We’ll discourse on the signs in Mary Worth
And chat about the Politics of Hope.
We’ll snark on the casino’s near still-birth
And wonder why the mayor is such a dope.

No doubt he’ll bring the rest on Friday. (No pressure, Carlos!)

See you there!

Happy Birthday, bacn!

grilled "bacon" with apple and calvados

grilled "bacon" with apple and calvados, originally uploaded by chotda.

Today is the one-year anniversary of the coining of the word “bacn” — it refers to “email you want, just not right now.” Bacn is like spam, but much better.

Get the full story on bacn at the official bacn website. Here too is what I wrote about it last year.

Many thanks to Andy Quayle for reminding me of this auspicious day. And for reminding me indirectly to remind everyone that PodCamp Pittsburgh 3 is coming up in just a few months — find out more and register today!

(My subconscious at work: I keep thinking that pasta carbonara would be delicious for dinner tonight.)

Mixology Monday: Local Flavor


Blackberry Daisy

The theme for this month’s Mixology Monday is Local Flavor. Our host is Kevin of Save the Drinkers, and while I don’t despise globalization as he does, I echo his affection for local flavors and specialties.

Living here in western Pennsylvania, particularly in summertime, I’m lucky to have delightful, fresh ingredients right at hand. Corn is the big crop here now; if you have any occaision to come through this area in the next few weeks, make a point of stopping at any of the gazillion roadside stands and picking up a few dozen ears. You don’t have to cook them. Just eat them raw. You’ll be spoiled for anything other than extremely fresh corn again, but it will be worth it.

Still, for MxMo purposes I didn’t think corn was the right choice. Interesting, but too complicated. Instead, I thought back to my childhood, and I headed to my parents’ back yard.

Their yard looks like this:

yard

When I was growing up here, we picked blackberries every summer, right at the center point in that photo. In my memory, the summer weather was always ridiculously hot and humid, but for berry picking we bundled up in long sleeves and jeans because the bushes are studded throughout with thorns, and there were poison ivy vines mingled throughout as well.

Still, the effort wasn’t that great, because you could reach out and lift up one single branch. Underneath it you’d find great bunches of blackberries, hanging thick as bunches of grapes, and nearly as big.

Please note that blackberries aren’t the same as raspberries, or even black raspberries. They’re a bit more tart, and they hang onto a bit of stem inside instead of being kind of hollow like a raspberry. They go great with peaches (which we also used to grow at home). The plants grow like weeds (as Stevi points out), but they’re also a bit fickle about whether they’ll give you happy huge berries or sad little ones.

My mother had said there wasn’t a huge crop this year, and on my first pass around I thought she was right.

The thing is, blackberries are sneaky. You look at a bush, and you see maybe just a few berries. But carefully grasp a stalk and pull up, and you may find great globs of juicy goodness.

In all, I came away with about two pints of berries, huge and gorgeous and sweet/tart as blackberries could ever be, and as organic as anyone could ask.

As to what to do with them: I thought back to January and the homemade grenadine I cooked up for that month’s MxMo. I figured blackberries would be an interesting alternative.

But I’d also searched around a bit and spotted this recipe for a syrup of blackberries and rosemary.

So. I made two batches of syrup, one with rosemary and one without. They both took far longer than the listed 20 minutes to cook, but each was delicious and drool-worthy.

I mixed up two Brandy Daisies, trying the blackberry syrup and blackberry-herb syrup each in place of the grenadine. These syrups were not nearly as thick and sugary as my grenadine though. I had to fiddle with ratios to get it right (a task made harder by the ridiculously tart lemons I have).

The rosemary-enhanced syrup turned out to be vastly more interesting than the plain berry syrup — lots of complicated flavor, a little bit of surprise. Honestly, I was blown away by it. I want to put it on everything and eat it by the spoonful.

Then I thought the daisy cocktail recipe with blackberry-herb syrup might work well with gin instead of brandy, so I pulled out a bottle of Plymouth. The result is this, my suggestion for the month:

Blackberry Gin Daisy

2 oz gin
1 oz blackberry-rosemary syrup
.25 to .5 oz lemon juice (depending on tartness and taste)
sprig rosemary and additional berries to garnish

Shake gin, syrup, and lemon juice with ice. Serve in cocktail glass with rosemary and berries.

Even if you don’t have the berries to garnish, put a fresh rosemary sprig in the glass. It’s interesting to look at, and it adds an amazing scent to the drink.

Please check out the other ideas and inspiration in this month’s MxMo — watch Save the Drinkers for the summary post. Cheers!

Catie’s story

CSC_0105

CSC_0105, originally uploaded by catie’s story.

This lovely young lady is my cousin’s daughter, Catie. Catie is seven.

In June, she started having pain in her hip. This turned out to be caused by a tumor on her spine. Doctors were able to remove the tumor without damaging her spine, but subsequent tests brought more news. As Catie’s father, Kevin, explains:

Unfortunately, the tumor was determined to be a high grade extremely rare form of cancer called an ATRT (Atypical Teratoid Rabdoid Tumor). This type of brain tumor, (all tumors of the central nervous system whether located in the brain or the spinal column are referred to as brain tumors), is very difficult to treat, and a combination of high dose radiation to the entire brain-spinal column area along with aggressive chemotherapy and stem-cell recovery is the prescribed treatment. Because Catie’s type of tumor, and its location in the spine instead of the brain is so unique, (12 reported cases in the last 20 years), the prognosis is uncertain; there simply is not enough evidence to know what Catie’s outcome will be.

Right now, Catie’s undergoing treatment in Tennessee. Her mom, my cousin Christine, is with her; her five siblings are back home in New Jersey with Kevin.

Every day, Kevin and Christine send out an update to family and friends; these updates had all been in ad hoc emails, but now they have a little website — Catie’s Story, www.catiesstory.com — to help them keep everyone informed.

Catie, Christine, Kevin, and the whole family are holding up well, given the situation. They find solace in their faith. They also appreciate the kind words and prayers people have sent.

If you have a moment to stop by the website and send them encouragement, they’d appreciate it. (And so would I.)

Pittsburgh BlogFest 15

"15"

"15", originally uploaded by Lincolnian.

Come one, come all!

WHAT: Pittsburgh Blogfest 15
WHEN: Friday, August 22, 2008, 5:30 PM to 9:30 PM and beyond
WHERE: Finnegan’s Wake (near PNC Park, 20 General Robinson St., North Shore, 412-325-2601), in the Pub Room
WHO: All local bloggers, vloggers, podcasters (and their friends!) and Pittsburgh Bloggers
COST: Free to attend
WI-FI ACCESS: Free

Food and beverages will be available for purchase from Finnegan’s Wake, as always. Arrive when you like, leave when you must.

SMOKING NOTE: As always, the room in which we’ll be blogfesting will be smoke-free. The rest of the bar allows smoking, so one can hop out for a smoke break. There’s a glass wall between, so the smokers and nonsmokers can stare at each other and see how the other half lives.

As always, if you plan to attend, please send an e-mail to "blogfest at-sign closkey dot com". I hope to see you there!

A pair of BlogFest sonnets

In my email today, I received the following verse:

Cyn Closkey with your hair all rosey-red
Please tell me of the next new blogfest’s date.
The time as well must get inside my head
For me to be there on time and not late.
I’ll drink a beer or two before I leave
And chomp a pomme frite if my heart so dare.
I promise not to drink so much I heave
For puking would cause pity and despair
A chat with Inner Bitch and Sandwich Mike
And you, of course, the time I’m quaffing ale
A room all blogger full I can’t dislike
I’ll be there this time, promise!  I’ll not fail.
            Please tell me Red; oh tell me date and time
            To miss a blogfest is a heinous crime.

Signed,
Carlos the Mackerel

 Here is my response:

Dear Carlos Mack’rel, wise and funny guy,
How right you are to query on this point,
For nearly three months now have passed on by
Since last we gathered all to rock the joint.
The summer days, though long and bright and hot
And seeming endless now, grow short again.
Cool Autumn looms. You must think we forgot
To tell yinz where to gather; also when.
In June, we BlogFest planners planned a date,
And all agreed. Then ev’rything went wild.
We were so busy, and that made us late.
I blame it all on Woycheck’s brand new child.
            The date we’ll tell you soon — be patient, sir!
            First we must check the room’s reserved for sure.

Look for an announcement about the next Pittsburgh BlogFest very, very soon. (Sorry for the wait.)