how to ignore winter

We’ve had very little snow, but the fog and rain make for a gray winter.  It’s January and I’m counting down the days until April.

What are you doing to get through the weeks until Spring?

I am taking violin lessons again, which I like.  My world needs more music…and my brain needs the challenge of learning the notes again.  My new teacher is used to teaching very young children, so we are not quite on the same wavelength.  But I keep hoping it will get better.  At least I am practicing again, which was the reason for taking lessons.

And of course there is this:

A thank-you quilt for Will’s teacher/mentor at his new elementary school.  Her favorite color is purple.

Putting gray blocks on the design board with Nancy.

And then there is the “vintage block quilt” in progress, a gift for someone who loves antiques and has a new home.

One block finished, nineteen more to go.  The fabric strips are all cut and ready to be stitched together.

I’d like to empty more storage bins, sell more “stuff” on Ebay, clean out a closet or two, but honestly?  Lately it feels like my two biggest daily accomplishments are getting dressed and making dinner.

And so goes January…

 

 

 

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new chowder for the new year

I am no stranger to making chowder. Clam chowder, quahog chowder, shrimp and corn chowder, fish chowder? I’ve made it.  I’ve rarely followed a recipe, preferring to combine recipes or just wing it.

And life was good.

But a few days ago I decided I’d better use some of the frozen shrimp I’d bought at Aldi’s in October. I found a new recipe online, made a quick trip to town to buy some heavy cream, bacon and a leek, and prepared to make something new. I figured Banjo Man would need a special meal after his first session of radiation.

The recipe came from Sam Hayward, “the chef of Fore Street in Portland, Maine”, but I had to make some changes as his called for buying whole shrimp and simmering the heads to make the broth. While I have done that in the past, it’s not something that I wanted to do again. Instead I flavored water with ground, dried shrimp I bought in a New Orleans spice shop.

Ingredients:

A package of raw, frozen shrimp (size doesn’t matter because you’ll be cutting larger shrimp into chunks).
4 oz of bacon, cut into 1/4″ pieces
3 medium russet potatoes, diced
1 large leek, white part only, cut into 1/4″ pieces
3 TBS butter
3/4 cup heavy cream
salt and pepper to taste
1 pinch cayenne pepper
1 tsp dried chives (or fresh)
Fish or shrimp bouillon cubes

For the chowder broth:

Cook the bacon in a small pot of simmering water for 2 minutes. I’d never heard of this, but when I researched the reasons why I learned it makes bacon crispier and removes some of the fat. Who knew?
Drain. In your pan (I used my 6 quart dutch oven but I was making a double batch) over medium heat cook the bacon until it releases its fat. Then add the potatoes and leeks, stir well, reduce heat to low and cook covered for 5 minutes, and stir frequently.

Add 3 cups of broth flavored with bouillon or dried ground shrimp granules.  I used 3 tsp for 7 cups of water (I doubled the recipe but found I still needed a little extra broth).  I also used more potatoes than the recipe called for because I love lots of potatoes in chowder.

Simmer covered (or uncovered, your choice) until potatoes are cooked, about 10 minutes.  Remove from heat and cover to keep warm.

Melt butter in a large skillet over med-high heat.  Raise the heat to high, add the shrimp and the cream, stir well and bring to a boil.  Let boil for 30 seconds and stir carefully.

Add this to the chowder base and stir gently to combine.

The original recipe says to cover and let it rest for 10 minutes, but I put it on the lowest heat possible, seasoned with salt and pepper as needed, sprinkled a bit of cayenne and added some dried chives into the soup.  You could also sprinkle fresh chives on the individual bowls of chowder as you serve it instead of adding it to the soup.

While I was a bit dismayed at the amount of dirty pots and pans this created, Banjo Man and I were impressed by how good this chowder was.  I will definitely use this method to make broth from now on.  It would work with fish or baby clams, I suspect.  I’m going to try it both ways.

Banjo Man’s radiation was delayed a week.  We arrived at the cancer center to set things up.  During that process the technicians realized they needed another cat scan in order to accurately pinpoint three of the lymph nodes.

So next week he’ll have a practice run on Tuesday and start on Wednesday.

Which also means I need to come up with another special soup.  Suggestions, anyone?

 

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pass the tequila

Oh, I am so happy to say goodbye to 2022!

Today I’m planning to make a vat of what I call “Lily’s Soup” (I blogged about it earlier this fall) and freeze most of it for future winter meals.

The Christmas decorations will be packed away.  And I will unpack my suitcase…maybe.

Football games will be on the TV.  Our New Year’s Eve will be spent on the couch, cozy and warm on a rainy night.  I will be sipping tequila while binding a quilt.

Speaking of quilts, the quilty Christmas gifts were a hit.

This was Ben’s:



And this was Amber’s:

John loved his “poker pillowcase” and put it on his pillow before bedtime Christmas night. Maybe he dreamt of straight flushes.

Happy New Year, everyone!  If you are partying, be safe out there.  And if you are cozying up at home, enjoy the evening.

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back home and ready for 2023

Yesterday we departed Austin at 6:15 AM and shortly after take-off we saw the gorgeous ruby colors of sunrise from the windows.  And landing in Rhode Island over twelve hours later we admired the sunset (pictured here).

Compared to the holiday travel nightmares we’ve heard about these past ten days, our trip home was easy.  An hour delay in  Austin (a warning light in the cockpit had to be repaired) meant we missed our connecting flight in Baltimore and would stay there until 3 PM.

Five hours in a very quiet airport is not exactly the end of the world.  First stop?  The Silver Diner, a family favorite for dining when time permits.

Banjo Man ended up ordering the “Farmer’s Breakfast”.

No surprise there.

We lingered over breakfast, still basking in the glow of nine days of family time.  Chatted about celebrating the New Year with daughter Nancy.  Looked forward to our road trip in April (yes, I know that is optimistic considering health and weather, but it’s our dream).  Decided that seven weeks of radiation was not such a big deal.

The winter months will go quickly.

There were only twenty people on our flight.   And only seven pieces of luggage on the conveyor belt when we landed in RI.  Miraculously two of them were ours.

Banjo Man has dashed off to the grocery store.  I’m not sure why.  I am still in my pajamas and drinking coffee.

Over the years we’ve had our share of storm cancellations, flight delays, oceans of luggage to wade through in airport lobbies and various airport insanity.  But this year we are so very relieved to have gotten off easy.

Maybe that bodes well for 2023.

 

 

 

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christmases past

This popped up on YouTube and I want to share this rendition of “I Heard the Bells” with you all. The pictures of the Civil War battles reminded me of my great-great-grandfather, William Henry Winslow, who died in December, 1862, at the Battle of Fredericksburg. His name is etched on the Civil War monument in Nantucket.

My father spent Christmas, 1943, at Cape Gloucester on New Britain, as the First Marine Division fought to secure New Guinea. He didn’t talk about it, preferring to tell stories of his hilariously good time in Australia earlier that year. It’s hard to believe that was almost eighty years ago.

Such different Decembers.

Banjo Man returned home from Viet Nam shortly before Christmas, 1967.  No Nebraska farm boy was ever happier to be back where he belonged.

Some holidays are filled with unimaginable happiness, others painfully spent grieving loved ones and remembering different times.  Some are quiet.  Peaceful, even.  Others a riotous time of presents and laughter and happy noise.

And so this Christmas Eve I wish you a Christmas that brings you joy, wherever you are and whatever you are doing and whoever you choose to spend it with.

Christmas Bells

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow – 1807-1882

  • I heard the bells on Christmas Day
  • Their old, familiar carols play,
  •     And wild and sweet
  •     The words repeat
  • Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

And thought how, as the day had come,
The belfries of all Christendom
    Had rolled along
    The unbroken song
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

Till ringing, singing on its way,
The world revolved from night to day,
    A voice, a chime,
    A chant sublime
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

Then from each black, accursed mouth
The cannon thundered in the South,
    And with the sound
    The carols drowned
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

It was as if an earthquake rent
The hearth-stones of a continent,
    And made forlorn
    The households born
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

And in despair I bowed my head;
“There is no peace on earth,” I said;
    “For hate is strong,
    And mocks the song
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!”

Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:
“God is not dead, nor doth He sleep;
    The Wrong shall fail,
    The Right prevail,
With peace on earth, good-will to men.”

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holiday banjo?

I pray that Banjo Man doesn’t see this and be inspired to start practicing again.

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love me some cello

We’re traveling today, heading to Austin to get the Christmas party started at last. Gifts are tucked into suitcases, as are warm clothes. Texas is cold right now!

I hope you enjoy this video. Because this cellist enjoys the outdoors so much, maybe he’d like to join the band at Cabinfest next fall!

Merry Christmas, everyone.

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a little christmas

I was killing time at a gift shop while Banjo Man was being prepped for his radiation treatments.  Despite telling myself I was not going to buy anything, I couldn’t resist this tiny ceramic tree.  Five inches high, it adds a little Christmas spirit to my desk.

I also brought it to a restaurant Thursday when I met a friend for lunch. It twinkled and flashed on the table all through our meal.  I’m sure the other diners were envious.

I thought it would be easy to find another one to order, but my online search produced very few tiny trees like this one and no exact matches to share with you.   So, just like the octopus napkin rings, hopefully they will show up again later in 2023.

Keeping with the theme of “a little Christmas”, here’s Lucille Ball:

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swallowed a what????

What’s a radiology appointment without lunch at Cracker Barrel?

I speak from experience.  Thursday’s special is the Roast Turkey dinner.

Just sayin’.

Wednesday morning we drove 35 minutes north to discuss the next step in Banjo Man’s treatments.  He was reassured that two different cancerous zones could be treated, appointments were made starting on January 3rd (every day, Monday-Friday for seven weeks) and then it was time for a late lunch.

Those of you who know me know that I love lunch.  I really love lunch.  Lunch is the best meal of the day.  For me, anyway.  So any discussion that begins with, “Where should we go for lunch?” makes my heart sing.

After rejecting several other ideas, we settled on Cracker Barrel, only 2.8 miles away from Lifespan’s radiology facility.

I appreciated the decorations.



I love the country Christmas music.
And the mashed potatoes.

I had one more errand, which was to stop at Marshall’s and see if I could find another box of rhinestone octopus napkin rings.

Yes, such things exist and made Dr. Angela quite happy when I gave them to her Saturday night. I hadn’t been sure if that was too weird a gift so I only bought one box of four napkin rings and then, because I was still doubting my purchase, I used them on the dinner table to see if she would notice.

She did.  She swooned.  She loved them and happily took them home with her.

In my world you can never have enough of a good thing, so Banjo Man dropped me off at the door of Marshall’s and prepared to wait in the car and watch football you tube videos on his phone while I hunted for more sparkly octopus decorations to buy.

The first thing I spotted when I walked into the store was a display of furry yellow jackets. My size was there. I fell in love and had to try it on. A fellow shopper walked by and told me it looked great.  I thought I might have looked like J-Lo, but no.

 Into the cart it went.

On to napkin rings, with no success. Rhinestone trees, snowflakes, stars?  Absolutely.  Ocean creatures?  None to be seen.

Maybe next year.

I drifted over to the pots and pans aisle.  Banjo Man has the unfortunate tendency to burn pans, which means we buy lots of candles to counteract the odor and we stock up on pans.  I called him to ask him if he needed any pans and his response was an excited, “I’m coming in!”

He picked out a pot.  And then he waited by the cart while I went to the ladies room.  When I found him again he was busy sorting through two table of cashmere sweaters.

Banjo Man loves cashmere sweaters just as much as he loves new cooking pans.

After much debate he took two sweaters into the dressing room.  When he returned he didn’t have either sweater and he looked glum.

“They didn’t fit?”

“No,” he said.  “There was a lot of static cling and I looked like I’d swallowed a goat.”

And I looked like Big Bird.

We have banned ourselves from further shopping.  For now.

 

 

 

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yes, we have no bananas

This is what was outside yesterday morning.

And this was what was inside:

What was I baking, you ask?

Here’s a hint.This was one of two bowls of frozen bananas dug out of the freezer by an incredulous husband.

I love frozen bananas, I admit it.  Defrosted, they make the very best banana bread.

So I made seven batches.  I made big loaves, medium sized loaves, mini loaves.  I made cakes, both big and small.  With nuts and without nuts.  I overbaked the one bundt cake, so Banjo Man and I will eat that later on this winter.  It was meant to be a Christmas gift, but it’s not worthy.

Today I attempted a glaze, made with butter and brown sugar, but I didn’t care for it.  I think I’m giving up on glaze.

And now for a song.  Or two.  You won’t be able to play it in this email, but if you go on the blog you can listen to both of them.

Enjoy!

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