Friday, July 15, 2011

A weekend project


It's dark, raining and chilly this July morning in Seattle. 2011 is going down as the summer that never was. But-- I have an indoor pajama project and hours of challenging fun ahead learning how to use my fancy new digital camera. Thanks, John for the surprise! I think. Instead of buttons and dials like my 8-year old Sony camera, this one is just slippery, sleek little black box. Touchscreen for clumsy old fingers. Since people like me tend to keep gadgets until they break, quantum leaps of technology go on behind their backs. Making for a rather steep learning curve. The weekend goal: take some show-off garden photos for the Monday morning blog.
If it ever stops raining.

Henry Ryland, 1856-1924

Rachael at the Well

I ran across Henry Ryland's paintings while trolling the Internet for old art reproductions to "borrow" for Feathers and Flowers. John might use a harsher word, being the one to always take the high moral road ;-)

Ryland's specialty was watercolors of classically dressed girls looking dreamy on marble terraces. The style was created by Alma Tadema and the Victorians ate this sort of thing up. Ryland was also a fine illustrator and designed stain glass windows. He has a small Wiki entry but is somewhat in the shadow of more famous pre-Raphelites painters. Still-- pretty stuff.

Captive's Return
Girl with Pearls
La Primavera

Untitled

Thursday, July 14, 2011

East of Eden

The Land of Nod
Beatrice Pearse

I love this old painting of jumbled, sleeping babies. At 3 am, it's every mother's dream. We know the "Land of Nod" is a mythical place of sleep. But the root of the word Nod (eretz-Nod) is a Hebrew verb meaning "to wander." In the Book of Genesis, Nod is the place East of Eden where Cain flees after murdering his brother Abel:

Cain flying before Jehovah's curse
Fernand-Anne Piestre, 1880

I thought Cain headed to Nod with just his poor wife, but in this painting he has plenty of wicked helpers to help them on their wicked way. Anyway, Nod was the start of a nomadic life for all of Cain's unlucky descendants who were called the Kenites. Wandering endlessly around the desert was not the lifestyle of the rich and famous in the Old Testament.

One of John Steinbeck's most famous novels is East of Eden, and you may remember the classic Elia Kazan film about the betrayal of brothers. It's my favorite James Dean movie:


East of Eden, or Nod, shows up in popular games and music. On his 2001 Love and Thief album, Bob Dylan wrote a song about people "Livin' in the Land of Nod, Trustin' their fate to the hands of God." I don't know that one, but I listen to his Gates of Eden song on my Ipod. If you play games (I don't) then you may know that a versions of Nod are part of the World of Darkness and Command and Conquer.

So how did East of Eden come to mean sleep? Part of it is a pun on the word, as in going off to the land of Nod is to "nod off." Also, opium or heroin intoxication is referred to as being in the land of Nod, the most pleasant part of the high when people "nod off" into their own little world. I wouldn't know that either, but all of us know the peaceful release of falling asleep when we're tired.

Here's a sweet poem from the Child's Garden of Verses by Robert Louis Stevenson:

The Land of Nod

From breakfast on through all the day
At home among my friends I stay,
But every night I go abroad
Afar into the land of Nod.

All by myself I have to go,
With none to tell me what to do--
All alone beside the streams
And up the mountain-sides of dreams.

The strangest things are these for me,
Both things to eat and things to see,
And many frightening sights abroad
Till morning in the land of Nod.

Try as I like to find the way,
I never can get back by day,
Nor can remember plain and clear
The curious music that I hear.


Wednesday, July 13, 2011

For Nova

Hi Nova, I know you look at the blog with your mommy each morning. Here's an outfit I just found at the outlet mall. You'll be darn cute wearing this at your second birthday party!
XXOO
Nana

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

An ugly, beautiful thing

Epiphyllum ackermanii

The Victorians called this plant an "orchid cactus." It's native to Mexico but isn't a true cactus, even though it has thorns and exotic, gaudy flowers. Epiphyllums are ugly about 50 weeks of the year until they suddenly bloom in this wild and beautiful way. They're tough outdoor plants, although I bring the pot inside before a hard freeze. This one has been shuffled around the garden for years because most of the time it's the last thing you want to look at or accidentally touch. Despite being neglected and ignored and completely underestimated, it doesn't care and blooms like clockwork each summer. A plant with a built-in lesson for us.

Is it hot where you are? In the Northwest, we'll be lucky to even reach 70 for the next three days. I wish I could open the refrigerator door and share some of this cool with the rest of the country.

Monday, July 11, 2011

Walla Walla onions and cherries

We usually stop at one of the Wenatchee produce stands on the drive home from eastern Washington. You can usually buy the same produce in Seattle grocery stores cheaper (go figure) but after driving through miles of orchards there's something about buying fruit on the spot. Apples in the fall-- peaches, cherries and onions in the summer.

As for the cherries, that expensive bag barely made it out of the parking lot last weekend:
But what to do with the 10 pounds of onions? Walla Wallas are "sweet" but of course you don't just eat them up like apples. They're so juicy they only last a few days on the kitchen counter.

On Friday night John was delighted with my bright idea to make home-made onion rings. For the first and probably last time.
Of course fried food is a simple thing to make in restaurant kitchens (any teenager can be taught at McDonalds) but harder at home in just an old frying pan. The onion ring prep is easy but messy-- mix up a bowl of batter, dip the raw rings and fry:
If you've deep-fried on the stove top, you know the challenge is keeping the oil at the right temperature without setting the kitchen on fire.
These were really tasty. Crispy, light, sweet and tender. Nothing like those coated, thick things in fast food restaurants with the slimy bits of processed onion.

Still. I can't say homemade is worth all the work and cleanup. What to do with that skillet full of hot oniony oil?

But John said yes, yes-- they are definitely worth it. (Easy for him to say, as he sat at the table eating them almost as fast as I made them :-)
As for the rest of the bag. I peeled, chopped and braised them in olive oil. A big pot of onions cooked down to this in about 3 fragrant hours:
What is it? Caramelized, condensed, sweet essence of Walla Walla onion. I froze most in little bags and on Saturday night topped our grilled steaks with a dollop.
And that took care of 10 pounds of onions.