10 May 2012

The Hobby Farm: Under Construction!

My green thumb came only as a result of the mistakes I made
while learning to see things from the plant's point of view. 
~ H. Fred Dale

N
ot much to report for this week’s Hobby Farming update.  I have been out of town and socializing like mad and I am doing more of that this weekend as well.  So the garden is sadly neglected.

So here are some pictures of the proposed herb and flower garden in the before stage.  My hope is that it can only get better from here!






~ Mikaela

Have you planted your garden yet?  What are you growing this year?

09 May 2012

Where the Wild Authors Are: Sendak, Children's Books, and Controversy

If kids are entertained by two letters, imagine the fun they'll have with twenty-six. 
Open your child's imagination.  Open a book. 
~ Author Unknown

T
his week is Children’s Book Week (May 7-13), and fittingly, one of the most beloved (and controversial) children’s authors died yesterday: Maurice Sendak. 

When I was a child, Where the Wild Things Are was not a controversy, it was a story.  A story about working out your frustration with your imagination, a reality that I was already wise to.  Max just let me know I wasn’t alone.

My friend Sullivan found this 1993 LA Times article about Sendak, with a great line about what his writing really meant.  Sendak gave

young readers generous credit for what they know.  In doing so, he (gave) children a respect they rarely receive from more traditional children's writers. And it is a gift. . .that empowers kids to protect themselves, to fight back, to survive.

G.K. Chesterton once said that children already know that dragons exist; fantasy simply teaches them that dragon can be defeated.  Even though I do not have children of my own, I was a child once, and I remember reading and loving Sherlock Holmes, The Tell-Tale Heart and Other Stories by Poe, and pretty much anything with knights, wizards, warlocks, princesses, and dragons.  Those tales taught me that I could be a brave knight too, fight the bad guys, and win. 

They also taught me that defeat was not necessarily something to be feared.  One could lose and still hold on to truth and beauty and goodness.  Better to die well, then live in shame!

Perhaps it is because parents wish to spare their children of the horror of the world that they rise up in horror at books like Where the Wild Things Are, James and the Giant Peach, Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, etc.  But they are forgetting something important:

What comes out of a man is what defiles a man. For from within, out of the heart of man, come evil thoughts, fornication, theft, murder, adultery, coveting, wickedness, deceit, licentiousness, envy, slander, pride, foolishness.  All these evil things come from within, and they defile a man. (Mark 7:20) [emphasis added]

Children are innocent of many things and it is laudable to want to keep them that way for as long as possible.  And yet… they already know what it is to covet (I want his toy!), deceive (I didn’t break the vase!), and slander (Tommy broke it!).  Dark inclinations are present in us even as children, and you’re not helping children to master those inclinations by denying their existence or raising children in a bubble.

I understand where this temptation of parents comes from. 

The current statistics on rape, violence, and sexual abuse are enough to make anyone want to build a castle on top of a glass mountain guarded by a dragon and an army of knights. No child—heck, no human being—deserves to have half the evil done to them that we hear about. Moreover, children are not psychologically mature enough to handle great evils, and may suffer life-long wounds if exposed to them too early, especially without guidance and unconditional love.

Yet evil exists regardless of what we want, fear, or desire, and hiding from it is futile, since the seeds of it are already inside us. Battling this evil is a life-long war. As Aragorn said to Theoden: “War is upon you, whether you seek it or not.”

Max, King of the Wild Things
The challenge, of course, is finding that prudent line between these two principles: Protecting children without hindering their growth; helping children acquire the tools to deal with evil and sorrow without causing too much damage through the exposure.

I think Sendak walked that line fairly well.  May he rest in peace. . .where the wild things are.

Oremus pro invicem,
~ Mikaela

What do you think? How far should adults go to protect children from the wild things that might be lurking in the dark?

08 May 2012

For the Love of Quirkiness: Artist Stereotypes

Life beats down and crushes the soul and art reminds you that you have one. 
~ Stella Adler
  C
arolyn Henderson over at Fine Art Views wrote such a great article today on artists that I chose to highlight it.  She points out that the stereotype of the artist (“neurotic, insecure, off balance, and strangely disquieting”) is far from the truth.

“Oh look, it’s an artist,” I always helpfully point out to the Norwegian Artist – one of the most stable, practical, logical, and analytical people I know. “Unkempt hair, vacant yet wild eyes, disjointed thoughts and unintelligible speech – should he really be left alone in a room full of paint?”
Love it. 

She goes on to encourage artists by listing six ways they are tough yet sensitive souls who add so much light and beauty to a ugly, dingy world. You can read her full article here.

Now, I don’t paint.  I’ve already talked about why.  But I write, sing, play piano, etc.  And I cannot tell you how many times my art has been dismissively appreciated: “Oh that’s nice, dear.  And what do you do?”

Because of this, I am too shy and insecure to believe I could ever support myself with any of my artistic talents.  So I have a day job that pays the bills and afford me time and money time to pursue beauty.  But deep down inside, I would rather be composing, singing, writing, art-ing full time.

The Bower Meadow, Dante Gabriel Rossetti
How can anyone look at the painting to the right and think that it was a waste of time?  I mean, I am sure Rossetti would have had a much more comfortable life if he had been an accountant or an engineer!

I have been different at times, unconventional maybe, ok, quirky even! But I have never been boring.  And honey, I would rather be exciting and poor then boring and rich!!
It is difficult enough to endure boring people at the dinner table, but to actually be one?!  Perish the thought.

Now go forth and be exciting, you Bruce Adrian Willis Brody, you!

Oremus pro invicem,
~ Mikaela

Are you an artist?  If so, do you support yourself with your art?  How do you deal with negativity?

07 May 2012

Theme Day: Movies that Inspire Writing

Personally, I would sooner have written Alice in Wonderland
than the whole Encyclopedia Britannica. 
~ Stephen Leacock
 I
know: I missed posting on Saturday and Sunday.  Bad time management plus a mix of minimal ADD = no posts written to be published while I was away from my computer for the weekend.  Honestly, however, not only is posting everyday bordering on insane (yet good for me to work my writing muscles) but it must be insane for you the reader to have to keep up with seven posts a week! I know when I put my reader hat on, I am overwhelmed by all the posts I haven’t read and may never get to because of everything else that captures my attention!

Anyway, that’s my excuse for not posting on the weekend.

Today is the first theme day of the Blogathon: movies that inspire my writing.  That’s a tough one.  I have written before about some television shows that have a really talented team of writers.  But to say that a movie inspired my own writing – I can’t really think of any.  However, there are quite a few authors who have been translated successfully into film that inspire me. 

Jane Austen
Shocker, I know.  I didn’t bother to look up how many posts I have written about dear Jane since beginning this blog  ~ I am sure it is quite a few.  You would have to be dead or live under a rock on the moon not to have at least heard of the A&E version of Pride and Prejudice ~ considered the best version ever made.  Although I adore Jane’s writing style, I am more inspired by her courage and determination and sheer dedication to her art in a time when women received no encouragement or support for using their literary talents. 

Actually, I would go one step further: it’s not a gender thing at all.  Artists in general are not given the love and encouragement they need ~ and sadly that is still true today.  One day I will write a post about creativity and psychological development.

Another story of hers that has influenced my writing is Persuasion.  Gents take note: best damn love letter ever written is in that book.  That letter alone has inspired me to write several different poems and letters.

Evelyn Waugh
Brideshead Revisited.  Don’t bother with the remake ~ horrid.  No one but Jeremy Irons and Anthony Andrews could ever be Charles Ryder and Sebastian Flyte.  Plus, that version really nailed the character sketches for everyone and understood the author’s intention behind the story perfectly.

Phantom of the Opera
Great story.  Great translation to film in 2004.  When I was in high school, I wrote a version of this for my friends, where we were all characters.  Slightly different in that it was modern times, but it was in Paris, there was an opera house and there was a sexy phantom.  Ahh, the memory of raging teenage hormones.

Some of them are still raging, but we won’t talk about that here.

The Lake House
So Keanu can’t act.  It is still a great love story.  And it involves my favorite kind of writing: letters.  If you haven’t seen it, Netflix it.  Totally worth it, dude.

Hmmmm, now I want to go write some letters!

Oremus pro invicem,
~ Mikaela

What movies, television shows, or books have inspired you?

04 May 2012

Top Five Friday: A Derby of a Day!

And it's run for the roses / As fast as you can
Your fate is delivered / Your moment's at hand
It's the chance of a lifetime / In a lifetime of chance
And it's high time you joined / In the dance.
~ Dan Fogelberg, Run for the Roses

 D
erby Day.  Tomorrow’s race in Louisville, Kentucky marks the 138th year of what is known as the Greatest Two Minutes in Sports.  For the owners and trainers and jockeys, it really is all about the horses.  For some of the fans, it is all about the betting.  But for most of us, it is all about the party.  And by that I mean the hats and the booze.

Tomorrow I will be attending a Derby soiree that a couple of my friends throw every May.  I learned my lesson last year and arranged to spend the night this year with a friend who lives only a mile away.  My host makes the best (read: potent) mint juleps EVER.

Can’t make it to Louisville for the May madness?  No worries ~ throw your own Derby 'do!  Here are the top five things you will need.  Come on ~ it’s high time you joined in the dance!

The Hat
Come on Dover!
Think Audrey Hepburn in My Fair Lady. (One of these years, I am so getting a Derby costume made modeled on her black and white get up!)  Whether it costs $30 or $300, all women at the party must wear a hat!  The bigger the better.  I have seen some hats that cost as much as a small car.  But you don’t have to spend like  an oil magnet. I bought my tres chic black with white polka dots and feathers for only $30 and it is huge.


And you, Miss, are no lady!

Gents ~ you can wear a hat as well ~ aka Rhett Butler in Gone with the Wind.  But only if you are outside!  If you go inside, even if it is only to mix your lady friend another julep, you should remove your chapeau.

The Edibles
If you are a Derby purist, then you already know what to serve: Kentucky Hot Browns, chicken or crab salad, cheese grits, and pecan pie.  Pretty much, if it’s Southern, it’s acceptable.  You will need run for the roses yourself after eating such richness, but hey, it’s only one day in May!  I’ve picked some of favorite recipes for you.  Kind of like a top five within a top five! 
          Kentucky Bourbon Burgoo
           Delmarva Crab Cakes
           Hominy Grits Soufflé
           Chocolate Pecan Chess Pie
           Butterscotch Pecan Tart (because you can never have too many desserts!)

The List
Well, you are throwing this party because of the Derby.  So you really need a list of all the horses.  You can find them all here. 

Running for the Roses!

Make it fun: have all your guests who would like to participate put in $5, $10, or $20; whoever picks the top three gets the pot.  If someone picks two out of three, give them a really nice bottle of bourbon.  One out of three might get you a cookbook of Derby recipes or a set of shot glasses. (I get mine at Marshall’s ~ a set of 6 for $4!)

The Music
Before the race begins and after the thrill of it is gone (so to speak), you should have a great playlist playing in the background.  Your favorite metal bands or rap artists will simply not do!  Of course, no Derby Party is complete without Dan Fogelberg’s Run for the Roses – half country, half folk.  But you can’t play one song on repeat the entire party!

Now, I know what you’re thinking: “She’s going to say bluegrass ~ oh no!”

First of all, what the hay-bale is wrong with bluegrass?  Seems appropriate, considering the grass in Kentucky is blue.  Anyway, listen to Alison Krauss or the Avett Brothers, and then tell me you don’t like bluegrass. 

If it were my party, however, I would be playing zippy classical music (Ode to Joy, etc).  I know ~ classical music should be imbibed on its own, not relegated to background noise.  Trust me, you will be too snookered excited for that type of concentration.  Plus, think how especially appropriate it will be when one of your elegantly dressed guests shouts rather raucously: “Come on, Dovah! Move yah bloomin’ ahss!”   

The real winner and
crowning glory of the Derby!

And you thought the Derby was an American invention!

The Beverage
Last but definitely not least ~ the mint julep.  It is my theory that people who claim to hate mint juleps have never had a proper one.  While everyone and his brother have a fiercely held opinion as to when to add the mint, the best way I have imbibed it is when the mint is crushed to almost a pulp to release the mint oil.  Also, use crushed ice ~ not cubed.  A simple sugar syrup (a Southern beverage staple).  And of course, copious amounts of Kentucky Bourbon (I prefer Maker’s Mark).  There are many recipes online ~ here is one of then, with a little history to boot.  I don’t know how my friend Stephen makes his, but as I mentioned, they kick like a Derby winner!

Here’s to fast horses, smooth bourbon, and really big hats!

Oremus pro invicem,
~ Mikaela

Are you throwing a Derby party or attending one?  Share recipes, experiences, or your picks in the comment section or on your Facebook page!

03 May 2012

Growing More than Organic Food: a Weekly Series on Hobby Farming

Children have more need of models than of critics. 
~ Carolyn Coats

 I
 t has been nine months since I moved back to my childhood home.  Appropriately so, as it has been a time of growth, change, and preparation for the next phase of my life.

Originally, I moved back to help my mother care for my aging father ~ a move I hoped would be temporary as his health improved.  All in all, my father’s health is good for an eighty-eight year old.  And to be brutally honest, moving back in with your parents after living on your own for over a decade is. . .ahem. . .challenging.

Psychology will tell you that a child is not fully accepted by her parents as being an adult (read: having a brain) until she either reaches thirty-eighty or becomes a parent herself.  Obviously, Dr. Psych has not met my parents!  I do not have any children, but I am almost to the age mile marker.  But one would think to hear them speak to me that I am still thirteen!   This has made my dreams for the house and the land more difficult to realize.

I was tempted to give up before even getting started. 

However, living a sustainable lifestyle and eating food I have grown myself is something I am passionate about.  So my plan is to plow ahead (pun totally inteneded) and see far I get ~ one planting season at a time.  With that in mind, I am starting this weekly series on hobby farming ~ a series that is about personal growth, joy, change, challenges, and heartache as much as it is about sustainability, organic farming, and home-grown food.

I hope you can join me on my latest adventure.  I could sure use the positive company!

Next week: pictures of the first phase of the garden.

Oremus pro invicem,
~ Mikaela

Do you have aging parents?  What are some of your challenges in caring for them?


02 May 2012

Modern Baroque in Manhattan: A Review of Gramercy Tavern

He who distinguishes the true savor of his food can never be a glutton;
he who does not cannot be otherwise. 
~ Henry David Thoreau

A guest post from gourmand Trid Morgan.

 I
 taly ~ the land of Michaelangelo and Raphael; Pucinni and Verdi; fresh made pasta and aged parmesan.  For five years, I lived in the heart of culture and learning and beauty.  I was at home there, amidst the dusty archives of the Vatican Library, touching ancient manuscripts unseen by most people for thousands of years.  It was a Baroque life, filled with drama, and far from bland: exciting, tragic, cathartic, and redemptive ~ all in the modern city of Rome!

And then, I woke up.  In New England.  The land of chewy clam chowdah, boiled potatoes, and pot roast.  In suburban America, I encounter some people who are content with meat that comes from a cow factory, and vegetables that look and taste like they have been in a crock pot for weeks.  What happened to just simply. . .braising? 

I endured this steady diet of mediocrity and synthetic and non-nutritious food for as long as I could.  Then my health ~ both spiritual and physical ~ began to suffer. 

If you are what you eat, I was becoming a mechanically-separated bowl of goulash!

How was I to cope, a Baroque man living in the middle of modern suburban America?  I needed somewhere to escape; some way to get back to the timeless life I led in Rome. 

photo courtesty of Evgeny Litvinov

So I took the train to Manhattan, to immerse myself in the Opera and the art museums.   And I found a Baroque paradise ~ a place where the art of hospitality is not a forgotten relic, but a modern jewel.  Where food is no longer just food, it is an event.  Where dining is an experience for all five senses.

There is NOTHING, really . . . let me emphasize . . . NOTHING like reading Augustine’s Confessions in Latin while eating a perfectly roasted Berkshire baby pig with the seasons freshest ramps as prepared at Gramercy Tavern!
Have you tasted a slice of apple pie that reminded you of your own grandmother’s recipe, but refined to an unimaginable level . . . they have it at Gramercy Tavern.
Hospitality that does not rush you, that respects you, that pairs wine with every course . . . a hospitality that hearkens back to a more genteel age?  Only at Gramercy Tavern.
Detail is something that doesn’t escape me. 
I go crazy over the slight nuances of Augustine’s rhetoric, the forcefulness and expressivity of Catherine of Siena’s words.  I have spent hours upon hours gazing at Raphael’s St. Cecilia, and Bernini’s Ecstasy of St. Teresa, looking at every facet of these masterpieces, trying to reconstruct the intellectual concepts in the minds of both artists.  All this has affected me in the most positive way, but not necessarily in the most modern way.  Rome was formative in the sense that even daily life was lived around Baroque detail. 
Our food shared the vibrant colors of tapestries, tastes were well proportioned, and who could ever forget the intense chiaroscuro of flavors in prosciutto from Norcia.   The exuberant beauty of the baroque churches was supposed to spill over in its own way, into the dining room and onto the dining table….and it did.  
As art in the form of painting can reveal itself to be an imitation of the beauty of Creation; a balanced course, composed of the harmony of various different flavours while respecting the integrity of ingredients shows the chef as one of those rare persons, a true artist.  At Gramercy Tavern, my Baroque aesthetic of detail is fulfilled.
Because at Gramercy, the attention to detail is exceptional.  The tastes are expertly curated: from the antiques of the dining room, the jubilant floral arrangements in the Tavern Room, to the freshest ingredients for the Cuisine.  Michael Anthony, executive chef of Gramercy Tavern, and pastry chef, Nancy Olson are exceptional artists!
No matter what religious or political background we may come from, there is one thing that can be found, or rather, should be found in all human experience, the desire for beauty. 
Food is medicine. And if that is true, then Gramercy Tavern has become my favorite clinic.  It has healed me ~ both body and soul.
~ Trid Morgan
P.S. you must try the Smoked Trout!

Trid Morgan
is the pen name of a displaced Renaissance gourmand.  After earning his PhD in Rome, he now lives a short trip from NYC. He escapes to Manhattan to bask in the sun of culture and beauty as often as he can, and enjoys the serene silence of the sea.  He sees the inestimable value of the past in order to illuminate the present, and thus, the fascination with all things . . . Baroque. 

01 May 2012

The 2012 Blogathon Begins: Writing to Help Others...and Ourselves

Writing can help us to concentrate, to get in touch with the deeper stirrings of our hearts,
to clarify our minds, to process confusing emotions, to reflect on our experiences,
to give artistic expression to what we are living,
and to store significant events in our memories.
Writing can also be good for others who might read what we write.
~ Henri Nouwen

W  
 riters, start your pens!  Or your computers.  Today, the 2012 WordCount Blogathon begins.  I went back and looked at my posts from last year ~ out of 31 possible posts, I wrote only 10!  That is pretty. . . .sad.  But I refuse to become discouraged!  One can only go up from the pit!  And so I write!

Writing is a great gift. First, it is a gift we give to ourselves.  As the 20th century theologian Henri Nouwen said, it “can help us. . .get in touch with the deeper stirrings of our hearts.”  I have often faced an emotional, psychological, financial, or relational crisis ~ large or small ~ and helped myself tremendously by expressing my frustrations, grief, or disappointments on paper.  Not that the problems all went away, of course.  Some did but only because when I was finished writing about them, I saw that the reality wasn’t as tragic or insane as I first believed. 

Sometimes writing helps us to let go, gives us permission to grieve.  Death of a loved one, of a dream, a relationship, a hope, of a grudge even.

Beliefs have been changed by writing.  Once you lay something out on paper, in black and white, you finally see the impossibility and lunacy of what you thought to be true.   And sometimes you are forced to accept the truth of something you once thought could only be insanity.

Writing also helps commit things to memory.  Memory is a tricky little muscle, prone to bribes from other sources of the brain that try to cook the books.  (Yes, I’m talking about you, Mr. Limbic System!)  Easier to thwart his corruptive ways if you can write down exactly what happened, what you felt right then; and then go back and re-read what you wrote and add new insights.

But our writing can also help others.  It can serve as a warning (don’t do what I just did!),  entertainment (did you hear about the….?), spiritual guide (this way to peace and serenity), informative (news – national or family), or understanding support (I know how you feel/I’m right here with you).

And our writing does not have to be Pulitzer material to be any of those things.  Something as simple as writing down who is in what pictures, what date it was taken, and what you felt about what you were doing that day will help you remember what you may one day forget, as well as put more colourful threads in the fabric of your family life. 

Sometimes the audience we reach is “out there.”  More often than not, the audience is right here, bent over a keyboard or a pad of virgin lined paper, scribbling out a trail of breadcrumbs that we hope will lead us back to ourselves.

Oremus pro invicem,
~ Mikaela

Why do you write?  Have you ever solved a problem just by “writing it through?”