Showing posts with label Northeast Minneapolis. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Northeast Minneapolis. Show all posts

Thursday, December 31, 2009

The Sun Sets on 2009



These were the questions I was asking last year: The trail, I ask myself, where is the trail leading? Does the answer even matter, aside from the idea that it leads away and out?Away from what? And out of where? My life is good, but I can't help dwelling on the idea that there's got to be more. More of what? Something. There's got be something more.

It seems the trail has led me to here. And, here I am. How utterly surprising to be here. I am pleasantly astonished that I did not need to go away and out, but rather, in and around my life, my city, my purpose. There is so much around me to celebrate: my husband that provides constant support, my city that provides countless opportunity, my community that provides endless variety, my home that provides security and comfort, and my baby who soon will provide some many nameless things.

This sunset represent to me the end of one phase and the beginning of another. The beginning of a new adventure, totally unpredictable, but sure to full of love and joy.

Cheers to the Universe! I offer a toast to the new decade. And, am thankful for all the goodness in my life!

I wish you all a safe and fabulous New Year!

Sunday, December 20, 2009

Knitting Therapy



Saturday was a much better day, a pleasant day in lower Northeast. Spent the afternoon at my favorite coffee shop: Wilde Roast Cafe. Then a few hours at a yarn shop called Bella Lana, knitting a baby hat while chatting with my friend A and her daughter about feminism and racial diversity. It felt good to be productive and it felt good to be with friends who were concerned and sympathetic to my gestational woes. Also, I got an opportunity to be showered and dressed, and away from the house. BTW, the green knitted piece is an earflap for the baby hat and the pattern is from here.

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Fair Food Fight brings on the Challenge

The General Manager of Eastside Food Co-op, an amazing woman, sent forward these links to the board of directors, to which I got elected back in October. Wow. Talk about a new path in life, new things to think about, new ideas (for me, anyway) to develop. And I am thoroughly enamored with this position in much the same way I was when I started graduate school. Combine this with Kingsolver's Animal, Vegetable, Miracle showing up in my life, and suddenly I feel like I've got a whole new passion and perspective on food. Instead of going to the health club at this hour, I feel like recording my own thoughts and responses to these two articles. Don't worry, I'll get on that treadmill at little later today.

Here are the links:
The first is from Bob St. Peter writing an article that showed up in Grassroots Economic Organizing -- Co-opted: The Fall of the Natural Foods Cooperative and What We Can Do About It.

The second is from El Dragon over at Fair Food Fight with a response to St. Peter -- Grocery Co-ops: Dead or Ready to Future Shock You?

St. Peter's article takes a jarring approach to describing the activity within grocery co-ops today. He rightly points out that co-ops are stocking up on organic fast foods and expanding to make these inventories larger and filled with more variety. There is discussion about what brands appear in the inner aisles of co-ops that are owned by large corporations and suggestions for how to radicalize the co-op mission and their members in this millennium when corporations have co-opted smaller businesses. Amongst his list of nine suggestions that co-ops can consider are the following: diversifying by building key local infrastructure, start thinking like producers, working with local farms rather than national distributors, and changing the focus to being a local buying club rather than a grocery store.

El Dragon makes a response based on a reality I see here in Minnesota. The most important of these is that the consumers need the co-ops as grocery outlets. He also adds that perhaps there should be some intent put into "blowing up the store" which means enlarging the outer aisles, the bulk bins, the fresh meats and produce areas.

It was great to read these because both articles contained many good points. There seemed to be a bit of divide in terms of mission. Is the Co-op a grocery store or place for radical democracy? I believe there needs to be a balance of both. And that this balance is crucial for gaining and maintaining some mainstream appeal.

One the turn offs for me in the early years of my awareness for food supply alternatives was my own crowd of college-graduate idealists. I could not afford the strict adherence to buy from co-ops because living with a diabetic, I could not afford to buy juices only from particular places. Being part of the mainstream America, I despised their judgements and always felt a little guilty because of this when I shopped anywhere whether it be large conventional grocery store or smaller co-op. Imagine my genuine shock when I discovered through these articles that Knudsen's is owned by J.M. Smucker. Jeez Louise! I thought the cost of paying $4.79 for a can of frozen lemonade concentrate was justified because I was supporting a small, organic business. But, really it's owned by a large corporation. Was I duped or what? Now I buy lemons and squeeze my own lemonade. For real, no pun intended. And, I can control what sugar I use and the amount.

Another personal issue that was raised directly relates to those products found in the inner aisles. In my crowd there were quite a few vegetarians and some vegans. For the life of me, I did not understand why they were still eating the same sorts of food except in vegetarian or vegan versions of them. Vegan mac and cheese. Vegetarian non-bacon-bits. Etc. Granted my mother raised me on a different diet, a Gujarati diet that was mainly vegetarian but still filled with eggs and chicken, and a steak or two, here and there. But, I cannot and do not cook like her. But, my point is, I mainly shop the outer aisles of the Co-op, the produce sections, the meats and dairy. These are ingredients I begin with. But, definitely I broken from any sort of typical Gujarati or American diet to find ones that are suitable for this household.

I just realized I'm confusing myself here a little bit. I'm getting caught in my own angst about the judgements inflicted on me by my peers for considering the right choices for my family and my budget, which at times, does require I venture into a larger conventional grocery store.

However, I am thoroughly intrigued by El Dragon and St. Peter's suggestions for getting more imaginative. Bulk up and expand those bulk bins. These are the ways to eat healthy on a restrictive budget. Buy more fresh meats from smaller businesses. I supplement my meat purchases by shopping at Ready Meats that has more of a variety of cheaper cuts. And, I can buy just the amount I need and still stay within my budget. It keeps me from being tempted to buy from the huge sales at larger grocery stores.

On a side note, do you know anyone that is leery of the dirt that can be found on vegetables? My mother-in-law doesn't make salads because the lettuce at the grocery store has dirt on it. My sister, while living in Queens, would not buy from outdoor vendors because she thought the packaged up produce in grocery stores was so much cleaner. I'm dumbfounded by all this. Do these people not realize that vegetable are grown in dirt? Do they not realize that this dirt is easily washed away?

I am astonished about these sorts of opinions. Maybe I'm not part of the mainstream. Maybe that's why I feel so removed from those around me. I am very grateful about our decision to have children later in life. Now, I am equipped to make better decisions than when I was younger about how to raise my daughter and to eat healthy, and oh yes, where to shop.

Monday, December 14, 2009

Minneapolis At Night



So, it's freezing out there, actually, below freezing temperatures, and we're shooting, after a nice dinner of burgers at Elsie's down by the river. The vehicles are running right behind us, my fingers curled a bit into my fingerless gloves. I click down on my remote cable and am holding for five seconds, ten seconds. Then, suddenly, LT, the lovely wife, says something about getting a shot of the plane that looks like it's going in between the buildings. So, I keep the shutter open for a while longer, not having noticed this until she mentioned it. I love this picture. The light of the plane looks like a shooting star.

Sunday, December 6, 2009

I love this city, I do!



Had another night-time photo shoot with my photographer friend and his lovely wife. Except this time, it was at least twenty degrees colder and the wind had picked up. He suggested we head to Boom Island as this has a wonderful view of the city and we could just pull up in the parking lot and be near our warm vehicles. I am in love with this shot. I love the witchiness of the tree branches. I kept thinking the winter witch was going to ride by, skywriting the words "Surrender Lotus" because really, what else is there to do on a cold Minnesota night, a night on the very front edge of winter. Surrender, indeed.

Friday, December 4, 2009

Holiday Magic

The Big D and I don't have a lot of holiday traditions. We've tried to get some over the years, but nothing has really stuck. That's usually because we are traveling somewhere and it's the sort of traveling that takes us away from our respective families and our everyday lives. We did this in the past because by combining vacation days with holidays, D could get bigger chunks of time off. Also, when I was at the University, winter holidays were the best time for me to get away without causing disruption for my students.

Now we've got a little one on the way and I'm wondering what sorts of things do I want her to grow up with. I remember one year D and I went to a pumpkin patch where I discovered pie pumpkins. Before that I had no idea that pies could come from the pumpkin. Well, let me restate that - I had no idea how easily pies could come from pumpkins.



That year I struggled a bit with roasting each pumpkin half, cooling and mashing to a consistency fit for pie. I was in graduate school and I remember thinking about the word "epistemology" while the pie was baking. Later, it felt like every time I took a bit of that pie, I questioned everything that I knew, how I knew it and how it was I came to know what I knew. A few days later I wrote up the recipe for the MacArthur newsletter (the generous program that funded my doctorate education) and cautioned everyone about what they filled their brains with while preparing and baking pie.

This year I steamed the pumpkin and used my immersion blender and everything went together smooth and easy.



I got so excited to eat it that I almost forgot to take a picture!

Now, this is what I think of as holiday magic. Pumpkin pie from a pumpkin.



And, I'm thinking this might be a good tradition to start for our little family.


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It's simple recipe that can be found here. I did just one pie and used 2/3rd of the recipe. I also used a little bit less sugar.

Thursday, November 5, 2009

Annona Gourmet and squash bread

I have such interesting experiences when I head into Annona Gourmet. The first time I was in there I did shots of olive oil. Who knew you could do such things. This time I did some shots of flavored olive oil and balsamic vinegar blends. I needed olive oil and I really like the idea of being able to refill my bottle every time I need to buy more. I also get a 50 cent discount when I bring in the bottle. I purchased Arbequina which apparently is just fine for cooking but also great on vegetables. I only tried a couple this time and remember thinking this one had a clean, light finish on it and yet, still full of flavor. It's pictured here on the left. The larger bottle on the right side is the black cherry balsamic vinegar I bought last time.





I couldn't get out of the store without trying out something else. The minute we walked in we were handed a sample of a rice blend which of course, I ended up buying. I tell people I have to stop sampling because inevitably I'll buy whatever I like. Of course, that doesn't stop anyone from handing me more.

This visit's spectacular find was a blend of lime olive oil and coconut balsamic vinegar. Ok, everybody now...put your lime in the coconut...oh, never mind....here, just look at the two little bottles in the middle of this great line-up.



It was suggested that we cook shrimp in this blend. Oh. My. Goodness. I'm heading to coastal seafood right now...right freaking now...to get some shrimp.

We also tried a blood orange olive oil and black currant vinegar which was mouth-wateringly gooooood. Going to buy those two next time. Hey! I just realized I did good. I didn't buy everything that tasted wonderful. Must have been the Big D's steadfast influence on my side.

The owner of this fabulous store suggested we might need some bread. Hah! I already had plans to make bread that afternoon and so, I did. Whoo-hoo! My first loaf of bread. It was a squash braid.



I did good! Can you tell I'm excited! Ok. Gotta run and get my shrimp! Bye.

Monday, October 12, 2009

Fall winds bring down the pine needles.




The pine needles are everywhere. In the alley, in our backyard, on the back sidewalk. All from one tree.



Now I just need the pine cones to fall so that I have a natural starter for all the fires I'm going to start in my fireplace. Does that count as foraging?

Note to self: Gotta get the chimney cleaned.

Sunday, October 11, 2009

Week 17

Sometimes I think I should call this "Lotus in Wonderland". My walks in the neighborhood seem so psychedelic. A friend suggested that I try to capture this trippy element with my camera, but I'm not sure this can happen. Here are the images, Baby, from last week. I had to bundle us up in layers because the temps were in the 40s. Rain came in the middle of the week and the chill in the air makes me look forward to snow. Whee! Can't wait for you to meet snow!


Orange is my favorite color. I wonder if you'll like it.




Just down the street from the large Catholic church, there is this garden Buddha. I love that the flowers grown all around him.




This is one of those psychedelic moments. Just walking along, minding my own business, I glance down and suddenly there are bright yellow and black feathers. Makes me think the bird must have been a Steelers fan. Baby, did you know your Mama grew up as a Steelers fan in Indiana, PA?




The bright colors of the trees in the Fall are dazzeling.




These flowers are Steelers fans as well.




I think they put this bench on the boulevard just for me. It's in an odd place and noone ever sits there. Noone except me. And, you, of course.



Oh, goodness, Baby, by the end of the week we got snow. Everything looks different. And it just doesn't look right so early in October. The leaves are still green and hanging on the trees.



I needed just one more week to get the garden prepared for the winter. Hopefully the sun will melt everything away and keep it away for a few weeks. Otherwise, this is going to be one looong winter.

Week 17

Sometimes I think I should call this "Lotus in Wonderland". My walks in the neighborhood seem so psychedelic. A friend suggested that I try to capture this trippy element with my camera, but I'm not sure this can happen. Here are the images, Baby, from last week. I had to bundle us up in layers because the temps were in the 40s. Rain came in the middle of the week and the chill in the air makes me look forward to snow. Whee! Can't wait for you to meet snow!


Orange is my favorite color. I wonder if you'll like it.




Just down the street from the large Catholic church, there is this garden Buddha. I love that the flowers grown all around him.




This is one of those psychedelic moments. Just walking along, minding my own business, I glance down and suddenly there are bright yellow and black feathers. Makes me think the bird must have been a Steelers fan. Baby, did you know your Mama grew up as a Steelers fan in Indiana, PA?




The bright colors of the trees in the Fall are dazzeling.




These flowers are Steelers fans as well.




I think they put this bench on the boulevard just for me. It's in an odd place and noone ever sits there. Noone except me. And, you, of course.

Thursday, October 8, 2009

Aster Bokeh



At the end of the block, on the corner, there is a home with an extraordinary garden. There are wonderful perennials in the backyard and a lovely vegetable garden worked into the flowers on the side of the house. In the space between the sidewalk and the street, she plants a really large number of asters. There are daisies, cosmos and sunflowers in the mix as well. September of this year was unusually dry and each day the asters got more wilted and crisp. Nonetheless, I loved them and found more character in their draught-induced decay.





I think Autumn is the perfect season to experiment with bokeh. I realize that day after day of shooting flowers can be tiresome to see and view. Right now I'm working on technique as a way to learn the operating details about my camera. I hope to soon move on to more engaging subjects.




The dry parts at the bottom of the flowers seemed like skirts to me. Or petticoats.




I recently got a new (used) camera. The following pictures are from the old camera. I see a big difference in quality and it makes me very happy to see a visible difference.







Down at the bottom of this images is that pin-cone looking decayed aster. I walk by this house twice on my daily walks. I didn't realize that this decayed flower was not a pine cone until my return trip.

Aster Bokeh



At the end of the block, on the corner, there is a home with an extraordinary garden. There are wonderful perennials in the backyard and a lovely vegetable garden worked into the flowers on the side of the house. In the space between the sidewalk and the street, she plants a really large number of asters. There are daisies, cosmos and sunflowers in the mix as well. September of this year was unusually dry and each day the asters got more wilted and crisp. Nonetheless, I loved them and found more character in their draught-induced decay.





I think Autumn is the perfect season to experiment with bokeh. I realize that day after day of shooting flowers can be tiresome to see and view. Right now I'm working on technique as a way to learn the operating details about my camera. I hope to soon move on to more engaging subjects.




The dry parts at the bottom of the flowers seemed like skirts to me. Or petticoats.




I recently got a new (used) camera. The following pictures are from the old camera. I see a big difference in quality and it makes me very happy to see a visible difference.







Down at the bottom of this images is that pin-cone looking decayed aster. I walk by this house twice on my daily walks. I didn't realize that this decayed flower was not a pine cone until my return trip.

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Is it a pinecone?

This is a pine cone.



This is not.



This is a flower, a dry wilted aster that looks like a pine cone when your mind is on pregnancy hormones.

Is it a pinecone?

This is a pine cone.



This is not.



This is a flower, a dry wilted aster that looks like a pine cone when your mind is on pregnancy hormones.