Sunday, November 30, 2008

Cherry hill house

The past month or so has been full of house looking. This has included many discussions about what we want in a house. How many bedrooms? How much square footage? How big (or small) of a yard can we handle? Live in town or out of town? We went galavanting with our real estate agent from one side of PA to the other in search of the perfect, elusive house. When I'm on call for the clinic, the hospital dictates that I have to be within 20 minutes. So, that puts a bit of a contraint on how far out we can live. So, after looking at a bunch of house, none of which were truly "in town." B, our real estate agent, said, "You guys seem to like to walk everywhere, yet we aren't looking at any houses in town. What's up with that?" Which, lead us to look at some houses in town. We narrowed the search down to 2 houses, one in town, not to far from our current apartment, and one decidedly out of town, about 15 minutes away from the hospital. We seem to have come to the conclusion that living in town is the best for us, especially given how much I enjoy walking or biking to work. And, on weekends I'm on call, I'd be gone the entirety of each day since it would take too long to come home and then possibly be called in again a short time later.

Adding to the confusion of this, the house that we chose on Cherry street has given me a literal headache a few times that we've been inside of it. It is a brand new house and is likely due to the off-gasing of the carpets. If I had every choice in the world, we would buy (or build) a green-built house so that off-gasing of new products would be less of, or not, an issue. Unfortunately there aren't any green houses on the market that we like. After the house has been aired out some, the smell and headache seem less of an issue. After gathering a little more data about cost of blinds and those sorts of things, we are liking going to make an offer soon. Below are a few pictures of the front and the kitchen.


Thanksgiving

Since I moved away from home, I'm not sure if I've had a "typical" Thanksgiving day. Growing up we often had the whole Rose family down for dinner. Even if Mom did get a little stressed out, I enjoyed cooking and seeing my extended family. The last several years have included a few Thanksgiving's by myself, a few with friends, and a few with my extended family at my grandfather's retirement home.

This year was the first time Miguel and I have been together for a family-oriented family. He was headed to spend a few days with his family in Eastern WA but felt a little guilty about leaving me for Thanksgiving and Christmas (I have to work the days around both holidays) and had basketball practice Friday and Saturday. This would have made for a very quick trip.

We could have decided to spend the day alone together. A few people from the clinic offered for us to spend some time with them. So, in the morning we accompanied about 15 other people on a 7+ mile hike up to Lake Angeles. We had been on the hike a little ways but not all of the way to the lake. The lake is about 2100 feet elevation gain from the trail head. I didn't bring my camera but imagine a lake partially frozen over ringed by snow-topped cliffs. It was fairly warm while hiking but was frigid up at the lake and was even snowing a bit. It was beautiful. My gluteus muscles have been complaining the last few days though. In the evening we went over to another's house for dinner. Quite a good dinner but it felt a bit chaotic and was mainly with people we don't know.

I'm grateful for the invitiations and some time spent getting to know some people in the community, but it was a bit of a hard day. It'll be good when Miguel and I have our own holiday traditions, or I have the time off to go with him to his family or to mine.

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Consider these recipes

I really had planned on writing more consitently now that I started a new blog. I guess I haven't been as diligent since it has been 3 weeks since my last post. I've had thoughts of things to write about but haven't felt like writing. This post isn't anything of personal substance but is full of good food. The following dishes were met with much acclaim when presented at dinner.

Butternut Squash and Apple Bisque (from Relish, newpaper magazine insert)

2 Tbs olive oil (or butter if you'd prefer)
1/3 C shallots (or leeks or other onions)
3 C chopped tart apple, such as Braeburn
3 C peeled and diced butternut squash
1 C peeled and chopped yam (the recipe called for a russet potato but I like how it worked with the yam)
1/3 C dry sherry
3 C low-sodium vegetable broth
1 C orange juice
1 Tbs honey
1/2 tsp salt
1/2 tsp freshly ground nutmeg
1 1/2 Tbs curry powder
Coarsely ground black pepper
1 1/4 C milk (soy, dairy, half-and-half)

1. Warm oil in medium saucepan. Add onion and saute for 5 minutes. Add apples; cook until they just begin to soften, about 5 minutes
2. Add butternut squash, yam, sherry and broth. Bring to a boil, cover, reduce heat and simmer until potatoes and squash are tender, about 30 minutes.
3. Add OJ, honey, salt, nutmeg, curry powder, and pepper. Cool slightly. Transfer to blender or food processor and puree. Return soup to saucepan and add milk. Heat thoroughly over low heat. Do not boil. Serve and enjoy.


Gingerbread Apple (or pear) Pie (from Vegan with a Vengeance) - I had pears to use and really like pear with gingerbread. I haven't made it with apples but the pear version is outstanding.

For the crust:
1 1/2 C all-purpose unbleached flour
1/2 C brown sugar
1 tsp ground ginger
1 tsp ground cinnamon
1/4 tsp ground allspice
1/2 tsp salt
1 tsp baking powder
1/2 C oil
1 Tbs molasses
2 Tbs cold water

For the filling:
2 pounds apples or pears, peeled, cored, and thinly sliced
1/2 C brown sugar
1 tsp ground cinnamon
1/4 tsp ground nutmeg
1/4 tsp ground allspice
1/2 tsp ground ginger
Pinch ground cloves
1/4 cup pure maple syrup (or molasses)
2 tsp arrowroot powder or tapioca starch

1. Preheat oven to 375.
2. Make the crust: Stir together flour, sugar, spices, salt, and baking powder. Add oil and cut in with pastry cutter, knife or fingers. Drizzle molasses and water over dough, mixing with fingertips until crumbs of dough begin to cling together. Set aside 1/2 C of dough. Gather together the rest of the dough and kneed into a ball. Press it evenly into bottom and sides of a pie pan and bake for 10 minutes.
3. Make the filling: While the crust bakes, combine in a mixing bowl all fo the filling ingredients except the arrowroot powder. Sprinkel the arrowroot over the apple/pear mixture and mix until the starch is dissolved.
4. Assemble the pie: Fill the pie crust with fruit mixture and crumble the remaining 1/2 C of dough over the filling. Cover with foil and bake for 20 more minutes. Remove the foil and bake 30 minutes more. The filling should be bubbling and the apples should be tender. Serve warm or at room temperature. Enjoy!

Friday, November 7, 2008

the lowly stick is lowly no more

I read in the paper this morning that the stick has been inducted into the Toy Hall of Fame at the Strong National Museum in Rochester, NY. The AP article stated that "they praised its all-purpose, all-natural, no-cost qualities." Previous inductees have included the cardboard box.

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

woo hoo!

an obama presidency!!

Saturday, November 1, 2008

A little Halloween humor

A cabbie picks up a Nun.
She gets into the cab, and notices that the VERY handsome cab driver won't stop staring at her.
She asks him why he is staring.
He replies: 'I have a question to ask you but I don't want to offend you.'
She answers, 'My son, you cannot offend me. When you're as old as I am and have been a nun as long as I have, you get a chance to see and hear just about everything. I'm sure that there's nothing you could say or ask that I would find offensive.'
'Well, I've always had a fantasy to have a nun kiss me.'
She responds, 'Well, let's see what we can do about that: #1, you haveto be single and #2, you must be Catholic.'
The cab driver is very excited and says, 'Yes, I'm single and Catholic!'
'OK' the nun says. 'Pull into the next alley.'The nun fulfills his fantasy, with a kiss that would make a hooker blush.
But when they get back on the road, the cab driver starts crying.
'My dear child,' says the nun, 'why are you crying?'
'Forgive me but I've sinned. I lied and I must confess, I'm married and I'm Jewish.'
The nun says, 'That's OK. My name is Kevin and I'm going to a Halloween party.'