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bear – ing n 1  the manner in which one comports oneself;  2  the act, power, or time of bringing forth offspring or fruit; 3 a machine part in which another part turns [a journal ~];  pl comprehension of one’s position, environment, or situation;   5  the act of moving while supporting the weight of something [the ~ of the cross].


  • Nice neighborhood.

    At least, I always thought Desperate Irish Housewife lived in a nice neighborhood, from talking to her in person and all.

    (More photos here and here and her comments here)

  • More falafel/beef burgers.

    Last week, I tried mixing one pound of beef with one box of falafel mix and grilling it as burgers.  It worked okay.  Since it made too much food anyway, I decided to try half a box of mix to one pound of meat tonight.  Will let you know how it turns out.

    (I get the beef in one-pound frozen chubs from the processor, so it doesn't really help us use less meat to make recipes that use only part of a chub.  I'll still have to finish it off within a few days, and I tend to use up extra bits of meat in things like scrambled eggs, which I would have had meatless if I didn't have some meat sitting around.)

    Someone asked me how I feel about TVP.  So-so is the answer.  I don't want to increase our soy consumption greatly; I prefer to use soy cautiously.  Also, I'm not sure it qualifies as "food" a la Michael Pollan.  But it is on my list of items to try mixing with the burgers.  

    The TVP product I am planning to try to mix with the beef is called "Gimme Lean" (undoubtedly a play on Jimmy Dean sausage).  (Side note:  The packages of this stuff that I always used to buy were emblazoned with a banner that read:  "Makes incredible sausage patties!"  I always thought that it ought to read, "Makes CREDIBLE sausage patties!"  But I digress.)  I really like the stuff, and I bet it would mix pretty well with beef.

    Also on my list are blander creations of home-cooked lentils and bulgur, and a couple more stabs at meatloaf burgers.  I want to do something quite simple and easy, since I don't make hamburgers because I enjoy their complicated recipe.

    UPDATE:  It occurred to me that the implied division sign in my title is incorrect.  Since I am decreasing the ratio of falafel to beef, this post should be entitled, "More beef/falafel burgers."

    UPDATE AGAIN:  Yum!  Half a box of falafel makes a big difference.  These were noticeably burgerier, which is what I was going for.  (Not that the others were bad, they just made me ask why I bothered putting meat in them at all.)


  • Can this SIDS statistic be right?

    From an article on CNN entitled "Why infants still die of SIDS":

    Preliminary research also suggests that babies who begin daycare before 4 months of age, like Jake Haberzettl, may be at increased risk as well. In the most recent AAP analysis, about 20 percent of all SIDS deaths occurred while the baby was in the care of someone other than a parent. One third of the infants died during the first week of childcare, and half those deaths occurred on the very first day.


    "It may be that starting a new routine interrupts the baby's sleep cycle, so that when he finally does fall asleep, he sleeps too deeply," says Dr. Moon. It may also be that some providers don't recognize the risks of tummy sleeping.

    I know that SIDS deaths are rare enough that their victims are hardly a representative sample of the population, but that strikes me as a weirdly high fraction of first day/first week events.

    Unless there are many, many more "first weeks" of childcare than second, third, and subsequent weeks?  Which would be true if people with young babies tend to try caregivers out for a week or so before switching or quitting.  I haven't seen the AAP analysis referred to in the article; there's no link or other mention, unless I missed it.

    On another note, it's a positive sign to see an article about SIDS that doesn't reflexively implicate co-sleeping (although it notes, correctly in my view, that when a baby dies suddenly while sleeping with adults, the coroner must admit smothering as a possible cause of death).

  • Hmm.

    I think I have been falling off the wagon in the last couple of weeks.

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    What do you think?  Detect a trend, or more importantly, the disappearing of one?

    It felt good to cross into "normal" territory a while back.  I know my sense of urgency is less.   I don't really have to try to drop to the goal (108 pounds — roughly, ten pounds less than the place I've been bouncing around for a week) — but I'd still like to make a grab for it.  

    So.  Re-reading the beginning of the "Gains" series, to remember what it was like in mid-July.  It's been a while since I had a pre-planned, pre-measured day.  I guess I should start again, beginning with tonight's dinner (we rode our bikes 37 miles this morning in the Minneapolis Bike Tour, and the rest stops were very well stocked with bagels, oranges, portable squeezable yogurt, a local bakery's  "Race Rolls"– golf-ball sized whole-wheat lumps studded with raisins– and oatmeal cookies.)

    So.

    Two cups lettuce; one teaspoon olive oil; one slice tomato; one-quarter carrot.  Two and a half ounces of roasted smoked sausage.  Three-quarters cup of brussels sprouts.


  • Immersed.

    In new Neal Stephenson novel.  

    (Not, as I mistakenly thought and hoped, a new installment of the collection of The Baroque Cycle/Cryptonomicon – but nevertheless, thoroughly cool.)

    All spare time has been incorporated.

    Be back a few hundred pages later.

  • I’m late coming to this one: “Community organizer” as job title.

    I think of all the political barbs being thrown around over the past month, the one I'm most irritated by is the "community organizer" thing.

    THE LEFT:  Community organizers are valuable!  Their goals are to end poverty and promote social justice!  They're doing the work the government ought to be doing, without more government, so conservatives should praise them!  Being a community organizer is excellent experience on the road to serving in government!

    THE RIGHT:  "Community organizer?" You call that a job description?  No real responsibilities, no defined objectives!  It's just a feel-good phrase that really means deliberate agitation!  It exploits the very people it purports to be helping!  The phrase is "synonymous with working for a liberal nonprofit organization!"  

    What irritates me the most about it is that the argument has almost exclusively focused on that two-word phrase, an argument over what it "really" means.  Does it really mean "closet Marxist?"  Or does it mean "selfless volunteer?"

    Wouldn't it be easier, if this were important to you, just to list what the man (Senator Obama, in case you have just crawled out of a cave) actually did during those years?  And then people could discuss what those things reveal about him, whether they were good or bad things to do, whether he did them well, and whether the act of doing them made him more or less qualified to serve as head of government and head of state?

    Just askin'.  It's not like nobody has written about it — there are several articles out there which purport to describe what Sen. Obama's community-organizing work accomplished.  You can read versions from the right and from the left.  I'm just wondering why so many are acting as if those two words, themselves, are proof that the man is either a selfless saint or a laughable loser.   I guess because it's easier that way.

  • One of the most bizarre priest-as-sex-abuser stories I’ve read.

    There are so many things wrong with this story from my own neighborhood (I live in Incarnation Parish, but I am not a member of it) that I don't know where to begin.

    I guess I could start with something that makes me feel a little bit guilty because it feels, to me, too close to "blaming the victim."  Close, not exactly; the victim is a 4-year-old girl, and it's not her I wish to blame.

    It goes like this:

    Let me get this straight… 

    You are a mother raising a 4-year-old daughter.

    You are a parishioner at a Catholic church.

    When a personable, 41-year-old priest from another country comes to your parish for a 5-year tour, you decide it would be a great idea to have an affair with him.  

    Not only that, it would be a great idea to have him move in with you and your little girl.  (Because we all know what a great idea it is, if you're raising a small child, to have a live-in boyfriend.)

    At some point later, you call the archdiocese to tell them that the priest has been molesting the little girl.  (They call police, who begin an investigation.)

    Not long after that, you sue the archdiocese, in part because the archdiocese "should have known" that the priest had moved in with you and wasn't "keeping track of his activities."

    I don't know.  Maybe suing the archdiocese is always appropriate if it's proved that a priest under its authority, even temporarily as in the case here, has harmed someone.

    But I can't help but think that if the foreign priest's mistress says the archdiocese should have known, perhaps that mistress should have mentioned it to them before he (allegedly) molested her daughter.

  • Finally tried this thing I’d heard you could do…

    …Cooking steel-cut oats in the rice cooker, plugged into a timer, so it would come on and start cooking an hour before I planned to get up.

    Verdict:  5 servings of perfectly cooked oats, 1 serving of perfectly-gunked-up rice cooker. The oats foamed up and plugged the vent.  I think I can clean it out, but I won't be sure until the next time I cook rice.

      My rice cooker is a sturdy, restaurant-quality one that wasn't cheap, and its fancy gasketed lid is going to have to come apart to be cleaned now; perhaps, if I want to make a habit of this (and I do — the oatmeal was fantastic, much better than when I tried to make it overnight in the crock-pot) I should get a cheap rice cooker with a simple lid, and dedicate it to steel cut oats.

    Mmm, steel cut oats.  Normally we make oatmeal from rolled oats in the microwave.  I don't eat them much.  And then while we were at Camp du Nord last month, they served steel cut oats and … yum.  I had forgotten how good they are.  And now that I am no longer eating low carb, well, they can return to my diet in quantity!  Yay!  The only barrier:  I am the one who wants them, I am the one who gets up first, and I am a "get up and eat breakfast right away" person, not a "get up and wait an hour for the oats to cook" person.  By the time steel cut oats are done, I would already have given up and had bacon and eggs.  Hence the cook-while-you-sleep experiments.

  • Meat-and-veggie burgers.

    So, we're eating less meat, you may remember.  For the most part, everyone has been quite satisfied with meals that give each of us two or three ounces of meat or fish, as long as there's plenty of other stuff on the side.  There has, however, been one glaring exception to the satisfied-with-less department:

    Images-1 Burgers on the grill.

    We typically eat one and a half to two pounds of meat, including leftovers for lunch the next day, when I make burgers.  Last time, I made only one pound of meat, and produced seven small, thin burgers, which tasted great but when everyone had had one, they looked around and said:  "But I don't want any coleslaw or baked potatoes or sugar snap peas!  I want another burger!"

    Perhaps I should have served them with a mountain of Tater Tots.

    Afterward, Mark said I should try to find a way to stretch hamburgers so that one pound pretended to be 1.5 or two.  Preferably an easy, bean-based way.  I happen to have in my freezer about 60 pounds of ground beef, in one-pound packages (local mostly-grass-fed beef!  slaughtered in the Minnesota glass-walled slaughterhouse mentioned in The Omnivore's Dilemma!  no kidding!) So it's time for some experiments. Nice – an excuse to have burgers once a week for a while.

    My first experimental burger extender was selected on the basis of "I have a box of this stuff in my pantry:"

    Images-2 Fantastic Foods brand falafel mix.

    I keep falafel mix in my pantry as an emergency vegetarian entree.  I am not bad at cooking Mediterranean food from scratch, but everyone in my family — including me — prefers falafel-from-a-box to my from-scratch attempts.

    Anyway, last night I mixed up a box of falafel (you just add water), squished my pound of ground beef into it with my bare hands, added an egg (it just looked like it needed one), and pattied it up into ten big fat burgers.  They sat in my fridge for a couple of hours before I got them out to warm to room temperature an hour before Mark threw them on the gas grill.  

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    We served 'em on buns — okay, actually "Thomas's Bagel Squares" — with onion and tomato and mayo and lettuce and ketchup and mustard and pickles.

    Result:  It depends.  Do you like falafel?

    Because that's what it tasted like.  The falafel texture and flavor dominated.  It hardly tasted beefy at all.  Mark called it "meat-enhanced falafel."  Maybe.  I think you could fool a career vegetarian into eating beef with these things (not that you should).  As I bit into my hearty burgery sandwich I thought to myself, Forget the ketchup — these things need cucumbers and tzatziki sauce.

    BUT.  Bear in mind that falafel does not normally stand up to being grilled.  It's strictly a skillet-or-broiler food.  These beefalafel patties behaved beautifully on the grill:  stayed together, got attractive little grill marks across them, etc.  So we have indeed learned something new:  If you want to grill your falafel, put some meat in it.

    It's possible that I simply have the wrong ratio here.  Maybe what's needed is half a box of falafel to a pound of ground beef.  (We certainly had enough food to go around — there are five patties left over.)  But there are many other mix-ins left to try.   I'm going to try a number of commercial veggie burger type things before I move to from-scratch options that are more complicated than "cook lentils, mix in."

    Yeah, I know, I could just make meatloaf burgers.  But I already know what those taste like.  I'm trying to move into new territory (and beanier territory — we usually already serve our burgers with bread, I don't see how adding bread crumbs is the best nutritional extra.)


  • and sometimes tea

    … is a blog, new to me, that Margaret (Minnesota Mom) linked to today.  I have been reading through it and am impressed.  Nice job.

    (And I'm glad for the little quote at the top that explains the title.  I loved The Rape of the Lock when we read parts of it in high school English lit, but I would never have caught the reference without help.)

  • A little walk around the house with the camera.

    Someone is proud of himself:

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    A couple of notes.

    (1)  I'll have to have a talk with him about that wall, won't I?

    (2)  I really ought to clean that window frame more often.

  • New drinking game.

    It goes like this.

    (1) You watch, listen to, or read coverage of the Republican National Convention.
    (2) When the commentator OR ATTENDEE refers to being in "Minneapolis," you drink.

    You'll be under the table in no time.  

    This seems to be a bipartisan thing, by the way.   It's just life in flyover country.