Showing posts with label Distributism. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Distributism. Show all posts

Sunday, June 9, 2013

Happiness by Carl Sandburg

I asked the professors who teach the meaning of life to tell
    me what is happiness.
And I went to famous executives who boss the work of
    thousands of men.
They all shook their heads and gave me a smile as though
    I was trying to fool with them.
And then one Sunday afternoon I wandered out along
    the Desplaines river
And I saw a crowd of Hungarians under the trees with
    their women and children and a keg of beer and an
    accordion.





Slovak Day, June 9, 2013

Tuesday, May 14, 2013

How to Eat Like a Hobbit

You won't believe this, but I came across an article on How to Eat Like a Hobbit. What a fun idea!   It begins like this:
Wild strawberries by my woods
If there is one area of life most people can change in order to return to the Shire, in a metaphorical if not literal sense, it’s their eating habits. You can live in a 20-story high-rise in Manhattan or Paris and still adopt a Hobbit lifestyle when it comes to eating. That’s because Hobbits are different from most of the enslaved subjects of Mordor not only in what they eat… but also in how and why they eat it. Hobbits, along with most of the free peoples of Middle-earth, eat pure, naturally-grown, mostly wild foods from their own gardens or nearby fields: lush berries, fresh bread, cheese, cold meats, mushrooms (lots of those!), wine and beer. They eat frequently, usually in groups and often accompanied by poetry readings and songs. Hobbits are not vegetarians but they have a varied diet of whole, local foods, including Nimcelen, the hobbit version of potato salad; Soroname, a warm soup filled with pasta, meat, tomatoes, beans and onions; and Lembas, Elvish waybread. They drink wine and, when they can get it, such invigorating liquors as Ent-draughts and Miruvor, the life-giving and energizing elixir of the Elves. Food has a spiritual as well as a biological purpose for them.
It's a long article and gets a little political, but towards the end there is a section on practical suggestions that are interesting.  Just click here to read more.

Backwards day in the Shire -
 the moon was out before sunset
Tonight I ate like a Hobbit.  I made a pot of Leek and Barley soup that was mild (bland?), but pretty good.  This was the first time I remember using a leek so I looked up a tutorial on how to clean them.  They are notorious for being very dirty because of the way they grow, but once you know the trick, it isn't too bad of a job.

3 Tablespoons olive oil          1/3 cup parsley, minced
1 cup barley                           Salt to taste
1 carrot finely grated               7 cups water
2 leeks, sliced                         1 boullion cube (opt)
1 bay leaf                                chopped mushrooms (opt)


  1. Heat oil and add barley, stir 1 minute.  Immediately add carrots, leeks, bay leaf,  parsley, salt and water.
  2. Cook over low to medium heat for 40 to 45 minutes - until barley is tender.  Add more water if needed.
  3.  Add optional ingredients during the last 20 minutes of cooking time.

After dinner, it was such a lovely evening, I decided to go for a stroll out  in the Shire. On the path along the woods  I found wild strawberries that were blossoming.  If  I go out every morning when the flowers are done and check for ripe berries, I might be able to get a few.  Usually the critters get there first, but I'm going to give it a try.

Golden sunset over the Shire-
 probably means rain tomorrow

Sunday, May 5, 2013

J.R.R. Tolkien, the Shire, and Me

The other day I watched a dramatization of a conversation between J.R.R. Tolkien and C. S. Lewis and some other comments from Tolkien about his work.  "Of course, you know,"  he said "that being born in 1892 means that I was born in the 'Shire'."    Yes, of course he was.  And I spent my childhood with many people who were also born in the 1800's and continued to live with the sane world of the Shire all around them even though the world in the 1900's progressed as fast as it could to insanity.


The Shire is the place where home and family are the center of everything - where life is lived as if people mattered.



It is where the young are nurtured and protected until they are prepared to 'leave the nest and fly on their own'.  It is a place of games and fun and parties.  It is a place hidden away from the grossness of the ways of the world.  (Think Mordor).


The Shire is nestled in a natural setting with a love of nature and the care of it being interwoven into the daily lives of all who live there.



It is a place of ideals - love of neighbor, love of country, love of God.  It is where duty, self-sacrifice, fair play, and honesty are respected and are not laughed at.

I love the 'Shire'.  I have longed for it, tried to hang on to it, worked to build it into my own life.  The pictures and poems on my sidebar and in my posts are some of the many things that  invoke the memory of the Shire to me. Some would say that the literature I read and the writing I do is just nostalgia;  but I know that it is a search for truth and the true way of living in a world gone mad.

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Pantry Cakes

Time, money, energy - three things that always need to be kept in balance.  Not an easy thing to do at any stage of life.  Anything that helps to save on all three levels is a real treasure. 

When I was a young mom we had one car like most people did back then.  Mr. Bill was in sales and used that car all week - in fact, he was often traveling out of town.  It was a mile walk to the nearest store, which we enjoyed in good weather. But let's face it, good weather is in short supply in our area most of the year.  So, I learned to keep a pantry.

NOT my pantry - but I wish it were!
I converted a hall closet off the kitchen and kept plenty of baking stuff in it.  We didn't have the big plastic storage containers of today, so I used two small metal garbage cans with handles that clamped shut to store 20 pounds of flour and 20 pounds of sugar.  The shelves were filled with basic baking supplies - baking powder, baking soda, cocoa, brown and 10x sugar, powdered and canned milk, oil, etc.

I was always cautious about using up fresh milk and eggs too soon in the week, so I turned to OLD, tried and true, 'everyday' cake recipes.  These two take just a few minutes to mix, use a minimum of equipment, and are GOOD.  They were family favorites then and still are now. Both recipes can be doubled for a 9 x 13 pan.

COCKEYED CAKE  (This one mixes right in the pan and is a rich, dark, and moist cake).
1 1/2 cups flour
3 Tbsp cocoa
1 tsp. soda
1 cup sugar
1/2 tsp. salt
  • Sift the above ingredients into a greased 9" sq. pan - if you have a sifter. ( I did for years until Mr. Bill broke it, so now I spoon the flour lightly into the measuring cups, dump it into the pan and add the other dry ingredients and stir them up).
  • Next you make 3 grooves or holes in the dry ingredients. 
  • In the first groove you put: 5 Tbsp. vegetable oil
  • In the second: 1 Tbsp vinegar.
  • In the third: 1 tsp vanilla.
Now comes the fun:  Pour 1 cup cold water over it all and mix with a spoon until nearly smooth and you can't see the flour. (I use a fork). Kind of like making mud pies.  Bake at 350 for 1/2 hour.
We usually serve it sprinkled with powdered sugar.

JOHNNY APPLESEED CAKE (This one mixes in a saucepan)
1/2 cup butter (stick margarine works just fine in this recipe)
1 3/4 cups applesauce  (They used to sell applesauce in 1 lb cans which was perfect amount)
2 cups flour
1 cup sugar
1 tsp. salt
1 tsp. soda
1 tsp. cinnamon
1/2 tsp. nutmeg
1/4 tsp. ground cloves
1 cup raisins or chopped nuts if you want.
Grease bottom only of 9" sq or 11 x 7" pan.  In a large saucepan, melt margarine with applesauce. Remove from heat and blend in the remaining ingredients, stirring until well combined.  Bake at 350 degrees 30-35 minutes.
We usually serve this one with a glaze:  1 cup powdered sugar mixed with enough water to make a thin glaze.

A note about frosting:  Everyday cakes in the past were heavy and moist and didn't really need frosting.  (Think pound cake).  Birthday cakes were light and fluffy and had rich icings and were really only made for the special occasion.  That made them a real treat.