Yew Down With That

As I sat typing posts this Thursday morning, wind blowing, the sound of spinning tires and revving engines a constant, I heard what sounded to me a chain saw. Surely it could be nothing but, what else sounds like a chain saw, and wow, someone's tree must've lost some large branches.

That's how disbelieving I was that my landlord would cut down this Yew after so many years of it sagging over the sidewalk. All the while Occam's razor suggesting to me that it must be our sidewalk-kissing Yew. I got dressed and headed out to see for myself.



This cut-down changes everything in the side yard. The Yew created a 3/4 day-long shady zone and limited the square footage possible for vegetable gardening (not that I'm doing that here any longer). It also had a tangle of roots that made spading the soil difficult for planting perennials. Now, the soil will warm up faster in the spring, and dry out faster in the summer. It's possible the side yard will harbor less shade loving tiger mosquitoes too.

The stump. I'll probably chop this out.

The corner is very different now. The shade under the Yew created a popular place to stand on the sidewalk on hot days. I'm sad that it is gone and I rarely celebrate a lost plant. On the other hand, when I was vegetable gardening I often wished it gone. It changes the whole planting experience on this corner and clearly, the experience of the corner. Now, if only my landlord would remove those old telephone poles laying along the fence!

Snowtacular II: A Change of Mood


Since I was unable to get into the BBG, I decided to walk back through Prospect Park in order to pick up the bus to Bay Ridge, where I was meeting a friend for lunch. It was quiet, but the wind was picking up, and was happy to be amongst the trees. I thought of the Robert Frost poem I've seen on the subways:

The way a crow 
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree
Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.






















I'm ready to speak again. These pigeons were very docile, they didn't run as I brushed past them. I stopped, turned to photograph them, and they looked at me sidelong, standing still.

This stopped me in my tracks. Maybe it was the greenery.

Underneath, birds waiting out the snow. There were cardinals present under the canopy, but each time I trained my camera on them, they would hop to the opposite side of the shrub. I moved on.

Later that day, by the time I was in Bay Ridge eating Phở and other treats with my friend, the blizzard was on. We retreated to his place on 4th Ave, and in a manner not unlike my school days, played video games until it was time to brave the snow once more, head for the bus, and get home.


Wild Kingdom

This rare and elusive creature only ventures out of hiding during, and just after, a significant snowfall. A significant and memorable experience for any naturalist lucky enough to spot one, observe its habits, and then leave to wonder when, or if, I'll have the chance to see one again.

Snowtacular, the Early Hours


School was closed, as anticipated. My plan was to go to the Brooklyn Botanical Garden during the morning, before the wind and snow picked up. I stepped outside, about two inches had fallen, and an icy mix was falling. It wasn't cold or too blustery. Wind was from the east north east. The bus was on time.

New Dawn, snow, and my lovely building-side.

Climbing hydrangea

But when I got to the BBG, the gate was locked. Before leaving I looked on their twitter/facebook/website for information about opening and I even called their main number, but no info about being open or closed. So I chanced it. Their was a guard in the booth. I hollared "will you be open" to which she replied, "maybe later." I wondered to myself if this was five minutes later or tomorrow later. And moved on.

Home Made Street Meat




I eat this about once a week, purchased from a halal cart on the sidewalk in front of school. We don't have many choices in our neighborhood for a quick bite, and this meal checks in at 5 bucks and is relatively healthy (chicken, rice, not greasy). I thought this meal would be quick at home and maybe even more tasty. I added more broccoli than the man at the cart seems ever willing to give me and added the peppers for flavor. On the street, vegetables are 99 percent iceberg lettuce and a slice of tomato. I omitted those, working only with what I had on hand, but add those too if you wish. I can only imagine that I missed a spice in my home made street meat, but that said, I think the cumin and paprika approximated the street experience.

For two plates, plus lunch leftovers:

  • 1-1/2 cups rice with added sweet Hungarian paprika for color cooked in the rice cooker
  • 1 cup frozen peas into the rice cooker
  • 1-1/2 lbs boneless chicken thighs.
  • as much broccoli as you like
  • 1 onion -sliced
  • 1 Italian red pepper -diced
  • 1 hot pepper, any kind -diced
  • oil, your choice
  • paprika
  • cumin
  • salt and pepper
  • optional hot sauce
  • optional yogurt or sour cream
Cook your rice as you wish. I added the frozen peas to the rice because my cooker is big enough to accommodate cooking both at the same time. Also, the cooker keeps the finished rice done while I am waiting on the chicken.

Chop up the chicken. I put the chicken in a cast iron skillet and into the oven at 325 degrees with some olive oil, paprika, cumin, salt and pepper. I cooked it for about 1/2 hour and pulled it out of the oven (watch the hot handle!) to drain off the fat. I threw into the skillet the sliced onion, chopped peppers, and broccoli florets along with some more paprika, stirred it up and placed it back in the oven for about another 1/2 hour.

Serve the rice and chicken together. I add lots o hot sauce. You could also eat the meat and vegetables alone in a pita. 

Snow Globe



 
All images courtesy of wunderground.com

A cold high pressure sliding down from the arctic, moisture pulling up from the gulf, a weaker jet stream (than last weekend's storm) that is just north of NYC, and it does seem we are on target for a good snowstorm tonight and tomorrow. People were talking up the last storm, but I usually pay little attention when there's lots of weather hyperbole. This storm, however, should deliver. I won't hazard a guess as to how much NYC will get.  For those who hear at the office or in the warehouse, "global warming, ha - look at all this snow," Meteorologist Jeff Masters has a blog post explaining why we can have more snowstorms with a warming globe.


In the mean time, my plants are saying, "local warming." These growth tips have been up for about a week or so. They are near the building and in the sun, so tend to come up early. I'm pretty sure they are narcissus and am pretty sure they are a harbinger of spring no matter how much snow we get tomorrow.




My blog looks best on my Mac. I have a PC at work, and the images and text have a look that I can only describe as "video-ish." At home, it looks streamlined, smooth. Even my art website register properly on the Mac, but not on the PC, although that could be because I used iWeb to put it together. That's all.

NYC Garden Soil Testing



For any questions regarding the ESAC soil testing service, click on the link below. I have used this soil-testing service, and you can see how I put my sample together here and the results of my tests here. For other thoughts on lead in our soils, read this post and that post.

Brooklyn College Environmental Sciences Analytical Center SOIL TESTING SERVICE.
Any Questions:
Contact: Dr. Joshua Cheng
Phone: (718) 951-5000 ext. 2647
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Home Reno TV vs Garden TV


When I woke up this morning it was 16 degrees F. The strength of the sun was limited by the icy crystals suspended in the atmosphere. When both happen, my apartment is quite cold and I tend to want to leave the house, or at least my cold corner of it. In order to warm up I stood in the shower extra long. We know how the shower is conducive to thoughts, even silly ones, and I found myself musing on the success of home renovation TV shows versus the relative failure of garden shows.

It appears to me that gardening TV does not reproduce the experience of the garden or gardening well at all. Gardening is a total body experience, as it includes, rather obviously, the scents of the plants, but also the qualities of the air, the humidity, the sensation of the seasons, the breezes or lack of them, the feel of your tools, the minutiae seen along the way, and the big picture as you step back to take in your environment. The TV screen, even in HD, reduces the textures of leaves to murky green masses. The camera seems to only pan or zoom. The talki-ness, the bad music, and the motion all diminish our ability to dream while watching. This is why still imagery and writing manages to overpower video as the dominant form for gardening information. Its stillness and quiet gives us the time to absorb, drift off to dream, and recall with our powerful sense memory.

The home renovation show on the other hand succeeds quite handily on TV. Still images and writing are essential if you actually want to do the work yourself, but the action of TV moves viewers through a process most do not really want to take on themselves. After all, who would considering the loud screeching saws, the constant hammering, the clouds of silica dust, the dead rats in your walls, and carrying countless gypsum sheets? The TV program moves us through a several months or years-long process in a half an hour or a couple of episodes. This engages our dreams, our fantasies of limitless money and cherry wood floors without all the hard work, displacement, and time. We watch these programs for the experience of catharsis.

So that's it. Home renovation TV succeeds because we really don't want to and gardening TV fails because we really would like to!




Ham Casserole




This is the extra large ham that my father-in-law gave to us as we left his home in Minnesota this past holiday. He wants to give us a ham every year. One year, I am ashamed to admit, the ham only made it as far as a rest stop garbage can in Pennsylvania. This year, since the ham was recently purchased and the air was so cold the ham remained frozen for the whole trip in the car's trunk, I decided to keep it.

When I was searching for a white wine at a local liquor distributor, many of the tags on the shelves read "Good With Ham." I do not know why ham is the meat of choice around the holidays in Minnesota, but it is (maybe all the time?). No matter, I decided to cook its 11 pound ass last night.

I am a fan of ham and eat many varieties. My main complaint about this kind of ham is that it is way too salty. I washed it off and cooked it for 2.5 hours at 300 degrees even though it was 'pre-cooked.' So now the question remains, what to do with all that ham? Any ideas?

Below was my first idea. A casserole, which I am learning to appreciate. It's the meal of choice in my wife's Minnesota homeland, and I feel that the best way for me to get accustomed to casseroles is to start making my own. I even convinced myself that baked ziti is a casserole.


 Portuguese Peas, Parmigiano, and potatoes.


Olive oil underneath, sliced potatoes 1/8-inch thick, grated parmigiano.


Small chunks of ham, minced shallots.


More potatoes, then peas, cheese, and shallots. Repeat until dish is full.


On top, one last set of potato slices, cheese, black pepper, and a drizzle of olive oil.


The result was tasty, but I forgot one ingredient: funghi! Well, I think a casserole is defined by what you have on hand, and mushrooms were not. I still have 9 pounds of ham left. Now what?


Well Traveled Ham




This is the extra large ham that my father-in-law gave to us as we left his home in Minnesota this past holiday. He wants to give us a ham every year. One year, I am ashamed to admit, the ham only made it as far as a rest stop garbage can in Pennsylvania. This year, since the ham was recently purchased and the air was so cold the ham remained frozen for the whole trip in the car's trunk, I decided to keep it.

When I was searching for a white wine at a local liquor distributor, many of the tags on the shelves read "Good With Ham." I do not know why ham is the meat of choice around the holidays in Minnesota, but it is (maybe all the time?). No matter, I decided to cook its 11 pound ass last night.

I am a fan of ham and eat many varieties. My main complaint about this kind of ham is that it is way too salty. I washed it off and cooked it for 2.5 hours at 300 degrees even though it was 'pre-cooked.' So now the question remains, what to do with all that ham? Any ideas?

Below was my first idea. A casserole, which I am learning to appreciate. It's the meal of choice in my wife's Minnesota homeland, and I feel that the best way for me to get accustomed to casseroles is to start making my own. I even convinced myself that baked ziti is a casserole.


 Portuguese Peas, Parmigiano, and potatoes.


Olive oil underneath, sliced potatoes 1/8-inch thick, grated parmigiano.


Small chunks of ham, minced shallots.


More potatoes, then peas, cheese, and shallots. Repeat until dish is full.


On top, one last set of potato slices, cheese, black pepper, and a drizzle of olive oil.


The result was tasty, but I forgot one ingredient: funghi! Well, I think a casserole is defined by what you have on hand, and mushrooms were not. I still have 9 pounds of ham left. Now what?

Spondulicks!


I sent off my Ft. Tilden proposal after my bout with jury duty yesterday. That's all you'll ever hear about that if it is rejected. If it accepted, then you will hear endlessly about it. I hope you can bear it.  I went to plead not guilty to my art to storage parking tickets today. A sympathetic judge took one away, the small one, but it felt like minor vindication. I knew, somehow, that the location in Red Hook would not be unfamiliar to a judge in Brooklyn. Of course, he's been to the Fairway and the glass studio at the end of the pier. So he was not so sympathetic to me parking on the "sidewalk" even if it's a warehouse and those bays are used for loading and unloading. Ahh, the cross purposes that neighborhood is at. He didn't hesitate to suggest I go into teaching (like any uncle) because, you know, you're not gaining in this art career -are you? I'll just take his advice to consider any space between a building and a street a sidewalk.

At least I saved 45 bones. Or was that spondulicks. 


The Thaw

Just thought I'd take a moment to note the January thaw as it neared 50+ degrees today in Brooklyn. The compost pile, still in shade all day, has not quite thawed from its icy hardness (makes for tough turning). In my spring jacket, I strolled down my short street , and noticed work going on at a couple of houses, no doubt taking advantage of the weather (and made me wish I could afford one). At the last house on the right I spotted a pile of dirty snow, a remnant from the holidays, and it seemed so out of place. Otherwise the soil has thawed from the hardness of just the other day. The plants looked greener, the chrysanthemum and the iris never get brown, and the soil seemed alive. All it took was a day near 50. It's a fool's moment.

That said, we're probably thinking about our seed starting.

Grandfather's Lasagna (adultered!)

I was about to make the meat lasagna, well known in my family as the one that was 8 inches tall and served for lunch(!!) on Thanksgiving day when my grandfather was still cooking. At the last minute I discovered that a guest I assumed was a carnivore was actually just a ichthyovore/crustaceaovore! Never take shrimp eating for meat eating. So, I jumped into college mode and adapted the meaty lasagna to a portobello mushroom and spinach one. I think the last, but first, time I made this was in grad school, to host all my artistic peers at my little place near the Rio. The only difference then: I grew my own spinach -and that spinach was fantastic.

The Vegetables


First I heat up a cast iron skillet, add a drop of olive oil and add the sliced mushrooms.


Mainly, I am looking to pull some moisture out.


I love how these look, like handlebar mustachios.


The same for the fresh spinach, but in a saucepan with a teaspoon of olive oil for each batch.


The Cheeses


The fresh mozzarella: I used salted, but I think it's a matter of preference.  I used one pound and this lasagna was HUGE. Cube it, roughly at 1/2 inch.


Then there's the ricotta cheese, which you all know we say like "ri gaw ta." One pound will probably due for normal people making normal lasagna. I added maybe two pounds to my cheese mixture.  Add to this grated pecorino romano, the salty kick the ricotta needs. We go by taste on this, but I could say add a 1/4 to 1/2 pound to the mixture, depending on the quantity of ricotta. Then add the cubed mozzarella to the mixture and stir it up real good. Put the mixture in the fridge until your ready to layer.

Now I bought way too much ricotta. I had some frozen because I planned to make this lasagna a month ago, but I wasn't sure the freezer didn't kill it. So I bought Caputo's store-made at 6.99 a container -a good price considering the container is 3 pounds! I froze the remaining unused ricotta, and with the remaining unused mixture, spread it on some semolina and sunk into fatty heaven.


Incidentally, this is the cheese grater I use for grating the Pecorino or Parmigiano. I never liked the kind that makes the cheese into a powder. Also, I've been trained by family to insist on this simple knuckle scraper.


Pasta Interlude


There are only so many choices of dried lasagna pasta. I used Ronzoni -it was on sale. I've never used the no boil kind -I don't know why. For my embarrassingly large lasagna, I needed three pounds. I use a large stock pot, 2/3 full of water, salted, with a drop of olive oil. Get that water boiling real good. Cook the pasta till near done, but not al dente like you expect of your pasta dish -a little harder, because it will cook in the oven some.

I remove the lasagna strips from the water with a spoon and a slotted spaghetti spoon, putting them in another nearby pot. I leave the cooking water in the pot, get it up to boiling again, and put in the next batch. Repeat until all three pounds are done. Of course, normal folks who use a pound or pound and a half, will not need to repeat.

After the pasta is removed, let it cool a bit (some will water rinse cool, but I don't). I lay the strips on a plate or cutting board flat just to keep them handy for the layering.


The Layering

I start will a little olive oil rubbed on the pan (in this instance a fairly hardy aluminum pan, doubled, from the corner store). A drop of sauce, made previously, is added to the pan too. Then I lay the first layer of pasta, twice. All pasta layers are double, covering the seams from the layer immediately below. Lengthwise, crosswise, no one cares -go crazy.


On top of the first layer I lay the spinach and globs of the 3 cheese mixture. I add grated Parmigiano  because, well, why stop with three cheeses? Incidentally, I cannot show you the whole pan because it is too large!


After adding another two layers of pasta, I add the mushrooms and some sauce. I don't want a sloppy lasagna, so I emphasize keeping the water out of it. For this reason I don't add too much sauce because it's mostly water and because sauce can be added later at the plate. I also do not mix my sauce with the cheeses because I believe (maybe wrongly) that the sauce will turn the cheese quicker when stored in the fridge. Lasagna doesn't have a long fridge life, for me two to three days at best. Freeze for long term storage.

Add another two layers of pasta, gently pressing down with a wooden spoon, and repeat until the layers have overflowed their banks. On top, I slice some more mozzarella, thinly, and lay it across the final layer. I add some sauce. I cover the pan with some aluminum foil and place in the oven at around 275 degrees and cook for about an hour. If you like crispy edges, take the foil off in the last 15 minutes. Cut and serve.

If this were a meat lasagna, it would be filled with something we call fennel meat -which is basically a beef meat loaf filled with fennel seeds, and pork, which can be loin or even country ribs. Both are cooked prior, in tomato sauce (I cook it in the oven, but mom does in a pot), cooled and cubed and layered much like the spinach and mushroom. You can use this sauce for your lasagna, since clearly you're cooking for carnivores.

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