Post Thanksgiving

Now that I work from home, I think we should be able to put off our morning run until there is some daylight. Then we can enjoy the sunrise and be more aware of our surroundings and not have to wear our blinky lights and reflectors.

However, Miss Thistle likes her routines and hovers by the door.

And Stares At Me while I'm trying to work and it's impossible.

Then I say, "OK fine", and I put on our blinky lights, and we are off in the dark. Sigh.

She also herds me after our (human) supper. She is antsy until I do the dishes, then as I sit with my book she stares. She herds me along to pee. (Seriously! She monitors MY pee schedule!) She's very anxious to take our pre-bedtime, last-empty-the-bladder walk, even if it's only 9 p.m. and not quite bedtime. When we get back, she doesn't get comfy until I brush my teeth. Then finally, finally, she settles into sleep.

Well here she is looking content after our morning run.

She can finally settle in for the day.

These days, sunrise spans from 8:30 to 10:30, and sunset spans from 2:30 to 4:30. I took this photo at 2:30.

In other news, we are finally finished the turkey and have made the turkey soup, the traditional Last Turkey Meal. I decided against the classic wide egg noodles and carrots, and instead made it Italianish, putting onions, tomatoes, oregano, marjoram, thyme, carrots, collards, and tortellini. I exercised more restraint than usual and refrained from adding assorted wilty veggies from the no-longer-crisp pile in the "crisper" drawer. But I still filled the two-gallon pot to the brim (oops).

I made focaccia to have with it, topping with asiago and red pepper flakes. Leftovers made lunch sandwiches!

At some point during the turkey marathon, I got tired of beige turkey permutations and made spicy cashew chicken:

And a veggie scramble with tortillas for breakfast:

On Turkey Pot Pie night, I forgot to put any water into the freezer to make ice water for the crust. Of course, Fairbanks in winter offers its own solution, you just have to push aside the birch seeds:

The first pot pie night, we had it with collard greens:

Look how beautiful these collards are! Veggies are very hit-or-miss these days. These are a hit!

The next night, I wanted to make turkey enchiladas, but DL Very Subtley requested another pot pie, so! For some reason the veggies we had left were all Chinese, so we had it with garlic-fried napa cabbage:

Comfyness Assessment Time! Do you think they are comfy? I sure hope they are comfy.

Happy Thanksgiving

I would like to wish all 14 of my loyal readers a Happy and Peaceful Thanksgiving. May you live in boring times once more one day! Ironically, today's Interesting Times make individual lives Boring Days, if you are one of the lucky ones. So, we are counting our blessings.

It used to be customary for us to have Thanksgiving with the Bs, but during this pandemic, DL and I are home alone. To be honest, it's kind of nice and peaceful. When I was growing up in my family of three, my mom sometimes lamented that we weren't like other Chinese families with aunties, uncles, grandparents, cousins, etc, etc squabbling around a giant house. But I never minded. I don't particularly care for either crowds or Noise. The only thing I feel sad about with our two-person Thanksgiving is that I wish I could invite over some single friends or other small families to feast together, but alas! I may have to start a new tradition, separate from the Bs, and do my own Thanksgivings from now on. We can still do Christmas together. I'll express how much I have appreciated their love, but that now that I'm a married adult I'm ready to strike out for Thanksgivings. *sad smile*

When I was growing up, my mom would always invite over a bunch of random people who had nowhere else to go. At the time, I didn't think it was anything special, but in retrospect, I really appreciate those memories, because even though we were poor, she knew enough that when we had a big-ass turkey and more than enough to eat, the only appropriate thing to do was to share it! And of course it's not just about the food. It's about not being alone on a traditional, family-centered holiday, and coming together with whomever you come together with! My mom was a new immigrant at the time, but she had that part down pat.

My sister apparently has not roasted a turkey in many years, but I hope she does one day, and invites over a bunch of random loners, so my niece will also get to experience that kind of Thanksgiving one day. (I know she reads this blog, so hint-hint!! :~D)

Well here are dog photos. Look! They match in chirality!

To the left, to the left!

To the right, to the right! (And trade places!)

Yesterday we got this warm fuzzy email from our IT department. I had never expected to get a warm fuzzy email from an IT department, but we live in strange times.

I, too, feel an above-normal level of concern for my students. I prepared two slides that I have added to lectures:

OK here are Thanksgiving photos. I made a pi pie:

And cranberry sauce from half of my hard-earned stash that I picked with numb fingers that day with M last fall:

I got the smallest turkey I could find at 12 lbs. I stuffed it with a classic sage-flavored stuffing:

The cranberry sauce thickened up nicely:

That classic green bean casserole:

I deglazed the pan and made gravy:

Because there are only two of us, I just ate a thigh and DL ate a drumstick and thigh. No cardboard white meat! I'm saving all of that for pot pie, tamales, and soup!

Happy Thanksgiving to all! Long may you live in boring times!

Good Eats, Beautiful Weather, Dog Photos, etc

I love cold weather foods! Lasagne!

Cod baked with herbs and buttered bread crumbs:

Served with pasta with fresh tomato sauce and steamed veggies:

Another Working from Home Situation. Absent-mindedly grabbing an apple when you have forgotten that You Are Obligated to Share Apples. I often eat apples while I work, so I don't think about it, then I'm like, "Why are you all up in my grill? Oh."

The trails have been packed enough by multiple skiers and snowmachiners, so DL and I went for a walk last weekend with the dogs running loose. The light was so lovely that I brought a camera. Cricket happy!

Thistle happy!

Happy, happy! Joy, joy!

Here it is! Our holiday card photo. Right behind our cabin!

That lovely, lovely light:

Bluebird skies:

Oh check this out. We passed a friend on the trails, and Cricket screamed at her (because that's what Cricket does). Later that day, I got a facebook message from her. And now I have an eyewitness statement that this little cuddler runs like a hellhound and wails like a banshee!

Lion Head Photos

This post is for one Ms. ALP, who now lives in Montana and misses my lion heads. :) So the next time I made lion heads, I took photos so I could assemble a recipe post.

Some notes: Lion heads originate from the region around Jiangning, which is near my mother's ancestral region. They are oversized meatballs traditionally made with pork and napa cabbage, although you can substitute any large-leafed green that has a similar texture and contains a lot of water (like bok choy). The dominant flavor is ginger, and the magic is in the water that is released from the veggies as they steam. It gets flavored by the meat and the flavors in the meat and is great spooned over rice.

Pork is the most common meat of that lattitude of China. Historically, they have chickens, but eggs tend to be more valued than chicken meat, so the chickens remain alive. Similarly, they have cows (well, a yak-ish buffalo-ish critter), but they are valued as working animals and also tend to live to old age. Anyway, all that being said, I make them with beef because I'm an animal-welfare-snob who only buys free-range meat, and free-range beef is more more readily available in American stores than free-range pork.

My mom made these in a wok, but it's hard to manage the thermals in a wok. Much easier in a heavy pot with high thermal mass. I use an enamel-covered cast iron, but also have used an iron skillet. However, my skillet doesn't have a decent lid, so I use aluminum foil to cover it to steam. As the napa cabbage shrinks, I push down the foil and it gradually changes from a foil dome to a flat foil lid. :)

Here is the recipe I copied from my mom's handwritten green binder cookbook when I left home!

Here are the raw ingredients:

My kitchen supervisor is ready and waiting!

Chop up the green onions and ginger like this:

Ok the recipe calls for a torn up piece of bread, or a slurry of cornstarch and water, but I use cracker crumbs. So mix the meat, the cracker crumbs, the green onions and ginger, and add some soy sauce, some dry white wine, and a generous sprinkling of white pepper. Then form giant meatballs and brown them (in a bit of oil if your meat is very lean).

After the meatballs are browned on the surface, remove them from the pot. Tear the napa cabbage into palm-sized pieces, line the pot with 2 layers of them, and nestle the meatballs all comfy inside:

Then cover with another generous layer of napa cabbage (it's hard to have too much... they shrink a lot and contribute so many good juices), and pour a bit more soy sauce on top:

Turn the heat down super low, cover, and let cook undisturbed for about 30 mins. You should just barely hear the steam sizzling out from the napa cabbage as it cooks. If it's too quiet, turn the heat up notch. If it's too sizzly-steamy-violent-sounding, turn the heat down. When it's done, the top leaves will be cooked:

But it's the bottom leaves that have all the magic! The meat juices will have come out, and the cabbage water will have come out, and those bottom leaves will be braised in juices. Serve over rice!

Biggest headline today!

At the top of the page, the Minor News reported on our snowstorm!

LOL! I think it is hilarious and very appropriate that the Minor News has not said one single peep about the election until today, when they had to acknowledge that Something had Occurred in the Lower 48, and that it was Kinda, Sorta interesting. Although not as important as our snowstorm.

Well, in one night, we went from deep cold to a 60 F degree rise in temperatures and 10 inches of fresh snow!

I think the ladies are enjoying retirement. What do you think?

Uh-oh. Cricket has gone flat.

Today, we went skijoring. So much fresh snow! But look how sweet and patient the ladies are while I put on my coat and mittens. If they were still racing dogs pre-retirement, they'd be jumping up and down and yelping!

Plenty of snow now! For part of it, it looked like the trail had been broken midday yesterday, so there were only a few inches of fresh powder. there were also quite a few low, burdened trees and branches to dodge.

The light was very pretty!

Still some gooshy stuff on our creek crossing though.

The snow started to get deeper on the main trail.

And then we passed a spur where the person yesterday either started or ended laying track, and were in virgin snow up to the girls' bellies!

Our biggest challenge today.

At this point, I decided that we'd go to the top of the ridge where it connected to another popular trail, and if trail had been broken on the other side, we'd continue on. Otherwise, we'd turn around and come home. Breaking that much trail was just getting too tiring for a recreational activity!

Still deep snow at the top!

Here is video of us breaking through it. Look at how they dive through the tall snow!

Uh-oh. Still unbroken snow on top of the ridge!

Few, the opposite trail had indeed been broken, so we had an easy run home (though dodging overhanging branches the whole way).

Such good girls! But now Thistle is sulking at me because I won't share my pumpkin seeds with her. Dogs aren't supposed to eat pumpkin seeds, are they? (Every now and then, she picks up her head so she can flop it back down and make a Dramatic Noise.)

Good Morning!

I don't remember a lot from Catholic school, but I do remember that one day grumpy ol' Monsignor C was out ill, so we got a guest priest to teach us Religion class, and he taught me something I still use. He said, if you live well, you can face each day with courage in your heart and peace in your soul. You want to wake up each day and say, "Good morning, Lord! What are we going to do today?" instead of "Good Lord! Morning!"