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"Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?" ~ Mary Oliver

edamame hummus . . .

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For lunch, I made edamame hummus from a recipe I came across this morning. Instead of frozen edamame, I used packed fresh, shelled edamame from Trader Joe’s that I happened to have on hand in the fridge.

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I processed it in my small red Cuisinart processor. It labored a little bit and I thought it might have come out more finely pureed in either a larger blender or in the Vitamix. But, after tasting it and adding a tad bit liquid (olive oil & water) the texture and consistency seemed fine. I also used twice as much fresh chopped parsley as the recipe called for which gave it brightness. (Next time I think I’ll try using the Vitamix to see the difference it might make from this “little processor that could”!) edamame hummus 2

We ate this edamame dip with spinach/kale chips (pricey but worth it!) and thin halves of flax/bran pita bread crisped up in the toaster. A small bowl of clam chowder from the soup kitchen at Shaw’s and we were happy with a light lunch sans any processed lunchmeats or bread. YAY!

Note: what wouldn’t look appetizing in the gorgeous shino bowl (1 of 2) that Megan gave us two Christmases ago? (Thanks Meg!)

brown rice . . .

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Earlier this week, I retrieved my German-made pressure cooker from the recesses of my pantry.

Read (in Buddhist cookbook, “Wake Up and Cook!”) about the composer John Cage’s ritual of gathering fresh spring water out in the wilds of New York State to use when cooking his brown rice in a pressure cooker with a spoonful of soy.

That also got me thinking about making rice balls with nori and other goodies in bento boxes or one bowl meals.

These photos were found at http://ameblo.jp/mliving/theme-10059458870.html. Thanks!

These photos were found at http://ameblo.jp/mliving/theme-10059458870.html. Thanks!

knitting . . .

Came across these photos of knitting in progress that were taken last year when I made a sweater for C. from yarn called “Blackstone Tweed” and the color was named “Steamers” a perfect fit for those of us in New England!

knitting in place . . .

knitting in place . . .

Knitting notes accompanied by a bookmark of George Clooney for moral support!

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intermittent fasting . . . and homemade vegetable soup!

Now that I have been on a water fast for almost 3 days, I decided to try intermittent fasting as a possible new lifestyle to “have our cake and eat it too,” a way to eat what we love and yet watch our weight and our health.

It’s not that onerous: 5 days of regular eating (yay!) and 2 separate days of “fast” days – limited to 500 calories a day. After I started toting up the calorie count for sample 500 calorie day menus as a guide for myself, I rediscovered that homemade vegetable soup is one of the most nourishing, taste-filled and satisfying meal that only contains about 80-100 calories per cup. Even if you have a large bowl of it, it wouldn’t exceed 150 calories.

simmering vegetable soup before cabbage is added. . .

simmering vegetable soup before cabbage is added. . .

So this morning, I set about making a large pot of soup that would be healthy, tasty and appetizing. I have made vegetable soup often in the past with a beef shin bone to add flavor so am used to making big pots of vegetable soup, especially when it’s snowing hard outside or one of us feels like we are coming down with a cold or flu.

Today’s ingredients included a whole vidalia onion chopped, 4 stalks of celery, 6 carrots, 3 small summer squash (peeled and chopped,) low-sodium chicken broth, no-sodium beef bouillion, a packet of Lipton’s onion soup, a can of Del Monte no-salt diced tomatoes and distilled water to fill my very large soup pot.cabbage and farfalline

After it simmered down for an hour or so, I added a whole small cabbage sliced thin and a cup of tiny farfallini egg noodles to thicken the broth. I tasted it when setting the soup to simmer to see how the broth mixture was coming along, fearing that perhaps the Lipton’s onion packet might make it too salty. Thankfully, it was mild and tasted like a sweet vegetable broth. That might be due to the size of my pot and the amount of water (more than half) that makes up the soup stock.

Townhouse low-fat crackers and some blue cheese spread on top might be a nice accompaniment to eat along with a cup of homemade vegetable soup. All told, the count for soup, crackers and cheese would still be less than 200 calories per meal! Leaving another 300 calories left in the 500 calorie fasting day quota!

A soft-boiled egg and tomato juice for breakfast, vegetable soup, crackers and cheese for lunch and a romaine caesar salad with four medium size shrimp (only 23 calories!) for dinner comes within the 500 calorie limit. It hardly tastes, nor feels like “fasting” to me!  Given my nature, what works for me is to experiment with these 500 calorie menus comprised of food that we already like to eat but in smaller portions.

During my research, I was flabbergasted to discover that one packet of ramen (Sapporo Ichiban) was a whopping 463 calories and 63 grams of carbs, just by its boring self! I had thought maybe a noodle dish with baby spinach and shrimp might work but apparently not. Boring as it sounds, looking up what the calorie/carb counts are for food we like has been an eye-opening exercise. I’m going to continue to fashion 500 calorie menus for myself so as to make the 2 days off a week easier to take. Who knows, maybe we’ll even come to enjoy them as much as the other 5 days of the week!

After we had it for lunch, this large pot of vegetable soup yielded 6 individual servings and 3 additional quart size containers for sharing, all stored in the freezer. I guess I won’t have to make another batch anytime soon! Homemade vegetable soup is healthy, nourishing, tasty and economical to make in abundance.

Meanwhile, back to knitting a Noro yarn tunic for myself and taking care of some business this week in New Hampshire on Wednesday.

Bon Appetit on a smaller and more manageable scale!

 

 

zen cuisine . . .

photos from NYTimes article featuring Zen Buddhist nun Jeong Kwan and her cooking

photos from NYTimes article featuring Zen Buddhist nun Jeong Kwan and her cooking

Today is Day Three of my water fast (the 2nd day was the hardest) and I am feeling buoyed up, centered and excited about following Zen cuisine when my 4-day water fast is completed on Monday. I already have a nice library of cookery writing along these lines: “Wake Up and Cook” where John Cage writes about going out to gather spring water from the wilds of New York State to make his staple of pressure-cooked brown rice with a spoonful of soy sauce. “Food for Solitude” is another old favorite of mine with essays written by loners and ascetics who eat simply and well enough, and who know why they like living that way.

In my library of macrobiotic cooking (I took a workshop out at the Kushi Institute in western Massachusetts more than a decade ago when I was recuperating from a viral illness) I rediscovered the practice of cooking brown rice in a pressure cooker using a heat diffuser pad at the end of the process. It took me less than five minutes to relocate my German-made pressure cooker in the caverns of my pantry and the heat diffuser, still hanging by its leather thong on the pantry wall. It is now scrubbed and ready to go when I begin cooking again later this week.

The feature article in the NYTimes Magazine today about Jeong Kwan, the Zen Buddhist nun from South Korea who cooks temple food for herself and two other nuns, occasional monks and visitors inspired me a few days ago. Perhaps this latest “discovery” of Jeong Kwan might someday lead to a cookery book (certainly there will be a big push to do one since the subject herself, the topography and her slow methods of producing condiments from scratch lend themselves to our cookery times.) But it won’t happen tomorrow or the next day so in the meantime, there are enough ideas in the aforementioned books to satisfy my cooking learning curve for awhile.

Here’s a link to a cookbook in my library called “The Heart of Zen Cuisine.”

fasting . . .

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Want to take a break from eating (so much) food? Take a look at Joel Fuhrman’s book, “Fasting and Eating for Health”. With a little willpower and clean water, you can safely fast for as long as 21 days!

Lowers blood glucose levels to zero in 2 days and then ketosis (liver using up fat) kicks in and we start losing body fat. How bad can it be? Or to put it another way, how much benefit can there be for weight reduction, lowering blood glucose levels, rheumatoid arthritis, high cholesterol, even uterine fibroids? And we thought we’d have to keep taking synthetic medications promoted by doctors and pharmaceutical companies, the side effects of which are little known.

The East has taught that it’s not what you ADD to a condition that promotes health (like pills,) it’s taking AWAY what doesn’t work – in this case, it’s the constant churning food ingestion/digestion/elimination cycle that’s wearing us out everyday. And letting the body rest, cleanse and rejuvenate itself.

I think we’re game and this is the right time to try it out. Even fasting a couple of days a week is supposed to be helpful. Sure does save a lot of time planning, shopping for groceries, cooking and cleaning up afterwards. Think of all the time that’s saving too! HAHA!

Update: Sunday, October 25th – I’m on the third day of my water fast and feel grounded and energized! A big contrast to yesterday where Day 2 was the hardest.

Going for 4 days altogether and coming off fast on Tuesday, 27th (watermelon every 2 hours and butter lettuce; then some protein.)

Motivation and good news is that my blood sugar reading today is at 87, which is in the lower normal range – a level at which I have not been at since forever! It will be so much more productive to calibrate carbs/sugar from this new baseline. This is the first time that truly improving my health has been within reach. What a wonder fasting turns out to be!

 

glass half full . . .

Life: glass half full (actually, a little more than half full). We are grateful.

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Fall color . . .

Fall arrives when the Sassafras trees in our yard turn color. These photos were taken this morning from our bedroom window. They are even more striking when the sun is out, but I like the deeper contrast in the early morning light. We’ll be raking leaves in a couple of weeks!

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Chao-girls galore! . . .

my three daughters on a sunny Fall day

my three daughters on a sunny Fall day

“Chao” (pronounced “chow”) is my maiden name and two of my daughters have incorporated it as their middle name as well. The Chao family (my father’s side) were renowned for their adventurousness, drive and determination. They made names for themselves in philosophy and religion (my grandfather as Dean of Religion at Yenching (Peking) University,); science (my Dad, an astrogeologist who trained astronauts to retrieve moon rocks during the Apollo moon shots) and literature (my Aunt who translated poems by T.S. Eliot and Walt Whitman from English into Mandarin.) That’s why we took up the name “Chao” and turned it into “Chao-Girls” as a way of characterizing and celebrating that standard of grit and accomplishment. We have a couple of granddaughters who are “Chao-Girls” too.  One is five and lives in Minneapolis; the other is a sophomore at Johns Hopkins (yeah!)

 

me and A. who is at JHU. . .

me and A. who is at JHU. . .

J. at the age of 3 . . .

J. at the age of 3 . . .

The (grown) girls all get along pretty well now – something that wasn’t always the case while they were growing up. We lived in a rambling Victorian house in Lexington, a suburb of Boston where the girls went to school. Our house was next to the East Lexington firehouse, which was a fortunate thing I discovered one day when the lawnmower had burst into flames; and another time when a chicken had been placed inside the oven to roast without a pan underneath!

Things were not always easy but they weren’t always that hard either. A bountiful raspberry harvest meant that boxes of extra raspberries were hawked on the red Radio Flyer wagon pulled up and down our street, Locust Avenue. Meals were eaten outside on the back deck shaded by Wisteria vines dripping with tendrils of pale blue flowers. On Patriots’ Day, the town parade could be seen from our 2nd floor bedroom window. Sour cream doughnuts dipped in sugar were a tradition for watching the festivities from our house.

We lived for twenty-two years in that house and the girls got a good enough education to go on to stellar colleges afterwards. They still mention some shenanigans that went on with various babysitters when their parents were at work. I guess we’ll never know everything that we all went through, growing up. And maybe we won’t get around to telling each other our stories for awhile.

But life is long (my second marriage is going on twenty years next year!) and who knows what miracles might still occur?

 

jimmy carter’s favorite dinner again! . . .

delicata squash with maple syrup, corn on the cob, corn muffin and caesar salad - buttermilk

delicata squash with maple syrup, corn on the cob, corn muffin and caesar salad – buttermilk

I wonder how Jimmy Carter is doing? He turned ninety-one recently while having radiation treatments for melanoma. Still had that radiant smile going though. I read once that his favorite meal at a Plains, Georgia diner was always the same: three vegetables, cornbread and a glass of buttermilk.

We’ve had a couple of these meals in his honor already, and for some reason, I thought it would be nice to have it again tonight. There’s a delicata squash roasting in the oven with a maple/butter glaze permeating our kitchen with a delicious fragrance. Fresh corn on the cob and a caesar salad with croutons. A heated corn muffin in the skillet and a chilled glass of buttermilk.

Here’s to Jimmy Carter’s health!