10.23.2022 – finding fresh udon

finding fresh udon
can be an impossible task
for many people

Even though, truth be told, I am not familiar with the name, Kenji López-Alt, I was attracted to recipe/article with the headline What Kenji López-Alt Makes His Family for Dinner.

What caught my attention was the sub headline, If you can boil water, slice an onion and use a strainer, you can make niku udon, a Japanese beef noodle soup that is the cookbook author’s go-to weeknight dinner.

It caught my attention because I can boil water.

It caught my attention because I can slice an onion.

It caught my attention because I can use a strainer.

I am not un-at home in the kitchen.

(Typing un-at home immediately brings to mind the once-upon-a-time 1950’s Republican created House Un-American Activities Committee, better known as HUAC … apple don’t fall far from the tree now does it, but I digress)

As I was saying, I am comfortable in the kitchen.

Give me a pack of boneless chicken thighs, spuds and some flour and in one hour I’ll conjure up a southern fried chicken dinner with mashed potatoes, biscuits and gravy that will make you cry ur eyes out it’s so good.

Honor bright!

Still, any recipe that starts off with if you can boil water is a recipe for me.

But as I read through the recipe it was evident quickly that If you can boil water, slice an onion and use a strainer, you can make niku udon was not exactly the case.

Turns out that Mr. Kenji López-Alt is a renowned chef.

According to Wikipedia, … often known simply as Kenji, is an American chef and food writer. His first book, The Food Lab: Better Home Cooking Through Science, became a critical and commercial success, charting on the New York Times Bestseller list and winning the 2016 James Beard Foundation Award for the best General Cooking cookbook.

This is not to say that you need a superior skill set beyond boiling, slicing and straining.

What you DO NEED though is a fridge full of leftovers and other supplies not found in my kitchen.

The skill set to boil water, slice an onion and use a strainer is not in question.

But what you boil, what you slice like an onion and what you strain is.

I grew in Grand Rapids, Michigan and once I tried to make the signature soup at a local restaurant. Charley’s Crab, called Charley’s Chowder.

I drove all over Grand Rapids looking for clam juice.

Then I relocated to Atlanta, Georgia.

Little known fact about Atlanta is that is one of the largest Korean cities in the world and they have the Korean stores to prove it.

They have H Mart, the Korean version of Walmart.

If you can cook it, you can find it at H Mart.

Now I live in the low country of South Carolina.

It isn’t Podunk.

To get here, you go to Podunk and turn left.

I am, at this moment, working the local Kroger to carry Black Cherry Kool Aid, the best flavor of chemical created non-fruit related beverages ever developed by the laboratories of General Foods.

If I can’t black cherry koolaid in my neighborhood, chances don’t look good for the other ingredients.

The article admits this.

The writer states “For a dish that’s so technically easy, finding ingredients like kiriotoshi outside Japan is the biggest barrier to entry.

Kiriotoshi?

I kept reading past this to find if there was some other easy secret to this dish.

It has to be simple somewhere along the line if Kenji López-Alt makes this for his family for dinner.

Then I hit the line, Finding fresh udon can be an impossible task for many people, even in major cities.

I mean this is a dish, I imagine, that after a long day in the food lab, Mr. Kenji López-Alt looks at the wife and says, I am so tired. Is it okay if I whip up a pot of niku udon and just go to bed?

Finding fresh udon can be impossible for many people!

Oh

Please tell me the people who CAN find fresh udon and we can go from there.

Why doesn’t the headline read If you can find some udon, boil water, slice an onion and use a strainer, you can make niku udon?

Finding fresh udon can be impossible for many people, for me is metaphor of today.

I think as I go forward into this year and I watch the news and read the headlines, I will say to myself, yes and finding fresh udon can be impossible for many people!

Anyone else remember Steve Martin’s claim you could make a million dollars (back when that was a lot of money) and not pay any taxes?

It starts with “First, make a million dollars. Then …”*

At least I know what a million dollars is.

Even if I was in Atlanta and could walk into H Mart, I don’t know what udon is.

Finding fresh udon can be impossible for many people.

No kidding.

10.22.2022 – crisis on top of

crisis on top of
crisis – crises cheaper
when you buy in bulk

I started this blog and daily haiku as a salute to words, usage and the English language.

That it has turned into my rant platform over the current state of affairs, political and otherwise in this country is not my plan nor my fault.

I just want to say that I start each day looking for that bit of unique wordplay in life that makes me want to say something about the writers writing.

That this often turns into a political rant … well, I guess that is where the best writing is going these days.

Like something close to what Michael Corelone said, “… every time I think I am out, they keep pulling me back.

And as Will Rogers said, “All I know is what I read in the papers.”

That being said, I read in the paper this morning:

The USA is in a political crisis layered on top of an economic crisis, which itself has needlessly exacerbated an already dire cost-of-living crisis.

The idea that the answer to a single part of this horror show is to bring back a morally degenerate financial incontinent who broke his own laws is something that tells you everything about the terminal sad-sacks who are so much as thinking of it.

The formal investigation into the last truth-aborting period in office is about to begin; if it ends up censuring someone for misleading Congress on January 6, as is perfectly likely, then we’d be in a constitutional crisis too.

Maybe crises are cheaper when you buy in bulk.

So I lied.

I didn’t read this this morning.

What I read was the article, Tories on their knees – and here comes Boris Johnson. Dear reader, look away by Marina Hyde this morning in the Guardian.

What she said was:

The UK is in a political crisis layered on top of an economic crisis, which itself has needlessly exacerbated an already dire cost-of-living crisis. The idea that the answer to a single part of this horror show is to bring back a morally degenerate financial incontinent who broke his own laws is something that tells you everything about the terminal sad-sacks who are so much as thinking of it. The formal parliamentary investigation into Johnson’s last truth-aborting period in office is about to begin; if it ends up censuring him for misleading parliament over the No 10 lockdown parties, as is perfectly likely, then we’d be in a constitutional crisis too. Maybe crises are cheaper when you buy in bulk.

I changed a few nouns to adjust for Greenwich Mean Time and there we are on this side of the Atlantic Ocean.

It was Oscar Wilde who wrote, “We have really everything in common with America nowadays, except, of course, language.

I think of how in my parents time, the two countries shared Franklin Roosevelt and Winston Churchill.

It’s just not fair.

10.21.2022 – standing here tonight

standing here tonight
I’m afraid that I don’t hear
a thing just silence

Readers of this blog, bless their hearts, will be familiar with the fact that throughout my day I listen to an online radio station from London, ClassicFM.

There was a time when American college radio stations fulfilled the role of sources of classical music on American airwaves but then somewhere in the 1990’s (why does that seem so long ago) someone made the decision that college radio stations should move in the direction of AM talk radio.

So I discovered ClassicFM.

There are many things on the plus side to listening to a radio station for London, not the least of which is that those folks are 5 hours ahead of us (or 4 depending on whether or not we are saving daylight).

I like to say that this 5 hours difference gives me confidence to go on, as somewhere in this world someone has already made it through the next 5 hours.

Of late I keep thinking about how they, the Brits, are ahead of us.

Are just 5 hours ahead of us.

The point being, what happens there, is on its way here.

For me, I have to say, that the Brits Prime Minister lasted but 45 days on the job, is a bit chilling.

The Brit Conservative Party was started in 1834 and their latest leader lasted less than 2 months.

Avoiding comment on the reasons and everything but the fact that the leader lasted less than 2 months, it got me to thinking.

It got me to thinking dark thoughts.

Understand this moment by itself would have been grim but lets just look at the headlines.

This country is facing one of its most divisive elections since the Civil War when half the then country said SEE YOU LATER. (Then Abraham Lincoln said, NO SO FAST)

What might have been a border war in the long history of this sad world is threatening to expand its borders in ways too unimaginable to not be imagined.

The ability to house the citizens of this country is disappearing in the rush to build vacation homes for some of the citizens.

The ability to feed, clothe, employ and educate the citizens of this country is drying up as the Government of this country shows, less and less, the desire to feed, clothe, employ and educate the citizens of this country.

Mother Nature, after centuries of neglect, looks to be warming up to show everyone that, boy howdy, payback’s a bitch.

It all got me to thinking of a movie.

A movie called Margin Call.

A movie about how in 2009, the bill came due.

Almost by accident, one of the minor characters in the movie runs some simulations and learns, to his dismay, that if current trends continue to decline, the company he works for will be worthless in about 2 months.

This feller alerts his boss, who tell his boss, who tells his boss, who calls the big guy at the top.

The big guy shows up and the feller who discovered it all explains his fears of continued decline in the market, that the music of making money is slowing.

The big guy looks at the assembly of bosses and under bosses and looks out the window and delivers this short hamletonian soliloquy.

Do you care to know why I’m in this chair with you all?
I mean, why I earn the big bucks?
I’m here for one reason and one reason alone.
I’m here to guess what the music might do a week, a month, a year from now.
That’s it.
Nothing more.
And standing here tonight,
I’m afraid that I don’t hear a thing.
Just silence.

I feel like I am looking at the top of a snow mountain peak and I can see that an avalanche of snow and ice and rocks has started away up at the top and it is only a matter of time before it all comes down on me here in the valley.

The thing about avalanches, once they start …

I think of this movie.

I think of this country.

And I think of Verses in the Bible.

I think of Psalm 137 verse 1.

I think that By the rivers of Babylon we sat and wept when we remembered Zion.

And standing here tonight, I’m afraid that I don’t hear a thing.

Just silence.

10.20.2022 – refused to believe

refused to believe
prejudice trample knowledge
and benevolence

Adapted from the recent article, Samuel Adams in Smithsonian, Oct 1, 2023.

The article states: Adams banked on the sage deliberations of a band of ambitious farmers reasoning their way toward rebellion.

That was how democracy worked.

He dreaded disunity.

“Neither religion nor liberty can long subsist in the tumult of altercation, and amidst the noise and violence of faction,” he warned.

He refused to believe that prejudice and private interest would ultimately trample knowledge and benevolence.

Self-government was in his view inseparable from governing the self; it demanded a certain asceticism.

He wrote anthem after anthem to the qualities he believed essential to a republic — austerity, integrity, selfless public service — qualities that would become more military than civilian.

The contest was never for Adams less than a spiritual struggle.

It is impossible with him to determine where piety ended and politics began; the watermark of Puritanism shines through everything he wrote.

Faith was there from the start, as was the scrappy, iconoclastic spirit, as were the daring, disruptive excursions beyond the law.

10.19.2022 – change minds – delicate

change minds – delicate
work- dutch people don’t like to
be told what to do

Fascinating read in the article by Raymond Zhong in the New York Times (10 10 2022), They’re ‘World Champions’ of Banishing Water. Now, the Dutch Need to Keep It.

The sub heading is ‘As climate change dries out Europe, the Netherlands, a country long shaped by its overabundance of water, is suddenly confronting drought.’

According the article, and who am I to question the NYTs, “The Netherlands’ success at getting rid of excess water helped it become an agricultural powerhouse — the world’s No. 2 exporter of farm products after the United States. This year, though, drought and energy concerns caused by Russia’s war in Ukraine have prompted anguished debate about whether it is sustainable for the Netherlands to produce so many of its famous tulips, plus so much cheese, meat, fruits and vegetables.”

Growing up with a Dutch Heritage in West Michigan, I could verify several things in the article.

The story of the Netherlands’ centuries of struggle against water is written all over its boggy, low-lying landscape. Windmills pumped water out of sodden farmland and canals whisked it away. Dikes stopped more from flooding in.

Boy Howdy!

Working in all that boggy land, why do think we wore those wooden shoes!

Mr. Zhong interviewed a Dutch Farmer names Peter van Dijk, who grew, what else. blueberries!

Mr. Zhong also interviewed Gertjan Zwolsman, a policy adviser and researcher at Dunea, a drinking-water company who, in a comment about the bog land now garden spot of Europe as saying, “There is nothing natural about the Netherlands.”

Lastly, Mr. Zhong quotes Mr. van Dijk again, saying “Changing farmers’ minds can be delicate work, “Dutch people don’t like to be told what to do.”

NO KDDING!