O Christmas Tree

Well, I’ve finally recovered from Thanksgiving (let’s just say our travels were a little stressful), which is a good thing, since Christmas is now upon us.  Unlike last year, when I was quite “blah” about the festivities, I’ve really been looking forward to them this year.

Maybe it helps that we have a bigger apartment, one without a queen-size bed in the living room, which gives us space for a tree and a few decorations.  We also have a mantle where we can hang our stockings.

When we moved here in June, I noticed a few items tucked under the basement stairs in a storage area, left by previous tenants long gone.  It smelled musty and looked dark and spidery, so I didn’t investigate too closely, but I noticed an artificial Christmas tree.  I assumed it was more or less junk, but you never know, so early last week, I braved the spiders and dust, and pulled out the box.

My efforts were rewarded with a simple 6-foot tree that was probably used once before, quite clean and in great condition, complete with a string of lights.  I set it outside to air out for a day anyway, and set about the more difficult task, convincing Matthew that this once, just this one year, it would be okay to have an artificial tree instead of a real tree, and it would save us the time and effort of hunting down a real tree* and the constant sweeping up of pine needles.  And heck, compared to last year, when we didn’t have a tree at all, this marked a real upgrade.

We agreed to use my found tree, and, with that decided, we spent Sunday making our apartment nice and festive.

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I have some fabric somewhere that will make a decent little tree skirt.  All of the ornaments on the bottom branches are made of wood or fabric, safe for curious little hands.  So far, Gabriel is nonplussed by the tree; unless we’re over by it, he more or less leaves it alone, which is fine by me.

Environmental-impact wise, both artificial and real trees have their downsides.  Finding a used artificial tree (whether that’s one that just happens to turn up in your basement, or one from Craigslist or a garage sale) certainly reduces the impact, but there are other options.  Instead of having an official Christmas tree, my MIL is decorating the fruit trees in her front yard, as well as her houseplants for indoor decorations.   While Christmas trees are a well-rooted tradition, there are plenty of ways to create a festive holiday space without a tree.

*While there are a number of tree lots in town, as well as cut-your-own tree farms nearby, most conventionally grown Christmas trees are sprayed with chemicals that I don’t want in my house.  In years past, Matthew went out to his grandparents’ and cut down a small field tree (i.e., a tree growing in an unmowed field where it would eventually be cut down anyway).

A Snotty Vegetarian — To Be or Not To Be

I came across this article as I perused the November issue of Sauce :

And now I’m faced with a dilemma.  You see, I was so planning on being a snotty vegetarian this Thanksgiving.  The experience would look great on my resumé, right up there under “Snotty Bicycle Health Freak.”  Heck, it may be just what I need to get my resumé noticed.

But now that I’ve made a batch of the vegetarian dumpling soup from the aforementioned article, I feel like I really have no excuse.

As much as I enjoy my chickpea flour dumplings (great flavor plus a nutritional boost from the bean flour), I’m glad I opted to follow the recipe and try something new.

As usual, I didn’t follow the recipe too closely: whole wheat pastry flour and butter for the dumplings, and lots of variations when it came to the soup/stew, but that’s the beauty of a soup.

I didn’t roast any veggies for my soup, but I did have some roasted veggie broth on hand from deglazing a baking tray earlier in the week.  I’d used [most of] our leeks in another soup, so I just used onion, plus a bit of leftover leek greens (yes, you can those).

Instead of carrots, I used sweet potato, which I adore in soup, plus that’s what we had on hand from the garden.  I’m still figuring out how to hit that  sweet spot with the sweet potatoes: melt-in-your mouth tender, but not mush.  These were close, but a little overcooked.

I used lima beans instead of the called-for cannellinis.  I really liked the limas, but a white bean would definitely work, as would garbanzos.  Either way, I applaud the author’s decision to skip fake meat (she said snottily).

The dumplings were beautiful, fluffy little pillows that rounded out the soup nicely.  To avoid soggy leftover dumplings, cook as directed, then immediately transfer the cooked dumplings to a separate dish and refrigerate in a separate container (i.e., not sitting in the soup).

Since I made this soup late last week (and just finished the leftovers for lunch yesterday), I most likely will not be using this recipe for Thanksgiving this year.  Instead, I’m thinking something featuring tempeh, and I’m browsing recipes, including those here and here, for inspiration.

Stuffing the turkey

We found a nice 30-pound bird for our Thanksgiving meal.

“Wait a minute,” you say, “I thought you guys were vegetarians.  What are you doing eating turkey?”

We’ve always said if we WERE to return to eating meat, it would be from animals raised humanely, with organic practices and plenty of time in pasture, supplemented by high quality feed, if necessary.

Well, we found a nice free-range turkey . . .

. . . whose diet was supplemented with only the best home-grown food.

Plus a few treats to really fatten him up . . .

He looked like he would have some really nice thigh meat . . .

.  .  .  so we couldn’t resist!

For those of you looking for something other than turkey, come back tomorrow for some vegetarian Thanksgiving menu inspiration.

Wanderings

Gabriel loves the outdoors, and while we have a great park within easy biking distance, and another smaller park and playground just over a block away, there’s nothing quite as simple as heading outside for a stroll.

Stick (or rock, or acorn) in hand, he’s ready to go.  Sometimes we spend thirty minutes investigating the area within four houses of our apartment.  Other times we make it all the way around the block.  I enjoy the lazy pace of our strolls — pausing, reversing course, stopping to eat smell flowers.

What you notice and take in depends so much on your mode of transportation.  In a car, houses, trees, and entire blocks fly by — gone in a blink, even at relatively low speeds.  On a bike, you’re much more aware of your surroundings, but even then, you roll by, sure to miss some details.  On our wanderings, we’re really part of the fabric of the street, experiencing everything at human speed.

It’s a guaranteed way to shrug off the grumps, and I have a feeling that someone’s smile (and adorable fuzzy coat) has that effect on most everyone we pass.

Find a pile of leaves at the base of a nice tree, sit down with the sun on your face, and settle in to your little nest.  Sometimes its good to have nowhere to go.

All three Browns said bleck and frowned

While we harvested an abundance of some squash (i.e., tomatoes and squash), there were many others where we just had enough for enjoying fresh.  For a couple of weeks over the summer, we feasted on delicious edamame — simply steamed in the pod, popped out, and lightly salted (optional).  The flavor was so fresh, with a sweetness reminiscent of sweet corn, distinct from edamame I’ve eaten in the past.

Gabriel enjoyed it just as much as we did, and it was a great way to round out his meals.

While we had enough that we could have frozen a couple of bags, we opted to just enjoy it fresh, saving ourselves the work and reserving the freezer space for other produce.

A couple of weeks ago, I made a dish using frozen store-bought edamame (the same variety we’ve used in the past) and, wow, was it flavorless!  We all had the same disappointed reaction, remembering the homegrown deliciousness.

I couldn’t help but be reminded of the page in Tippy-Toe Chick, GO!, one of Gabriel’s favorite books, where the chicks react to the news that they have to wait for chicken feed instead of eating “sweet itty-bitty beans and potato bugs” in the garden:

All three chicks said, “Bleck!” and frowned.

That’s how these three chicks feel about store-bought edamame these days.  Even though it’s months away, we’re all eagerly awaiting next summer’s harvest.