Irish Soda Bread

I made an amazing Gluten Free Irish Soda Bread for dinner tonight. Wow.

I’m trying to learn to cook and especially to bake gluten-free, so I can avoid spending an arm and a leg every time I want something bready. The banana bread last week was not so good as I blended the bananas up too much in the bread. It didn’t really seem like banana bread at all. As one person said, “So…it’s just more like ‘bread.’” Yeah, that was it.

For the banana bread, I used a recipe off a box, but this time I used my new cook book, Gluten Free on A Shoestring. One big “Yay!” for this cookbook.

Here’s the recipe I used:

3 cups all-purpose gluten-free flour
1 1/2 tsp xanthan gum
3/4 cup sugar {but I used a scant 1/2 cup instead}
2 1/4 teaspoons baking powder
1 tsp baking soda
1/2 tsp kosher salt
1/4 tsp cream of tartar
6 TBSP unsalted butter diced and chilled
2 cups raisins {I used golden raisins}
2 TBSP caraway seeds (optional) {I didn’t use these. Not my favorite!}
1 1/2 cups milk (low-fat is fine, nonfat is not) {I used unsweetened soy milk}
2 tsp white wine vinegar
1 extra-large egg

Mix the dry ingredients well.

Cut in the butter, so it’s like cornmeal texture. (I used my food processor for this, which was  a dream!)

Mix the milk, vinegar, and egg together, then add to dry ingredients. Mix only until the mixture starts coming together. Don’t over mix it.

Bake in a skillet or ceramic pie plate with two-inch high walls, at 325 for 40 minutes, then 325 for 30 more minutes.

Let it cool for 30 minutes in the pan, then turn it out to cool completely. It does cut more cleanly when it’s cool, but it sure tastes good when it’s hot!

(You can find more of my cooking posts over at Nanette’s Kitchen!)

Abundance in a throwaway culture

Sometimes it seems like we have too much abundance in the U.S. I just came home from the store where I saw a box of chocolate covered cherries for $1.50. I bought a sweater for $11.00. It does not feel right, it feels wrong to be able to purchase a brand new article of clothing for such a small percentage of my income. But I did it.

I’m pretty sure it was knitted on a machine, but someone had to run that machine, and with my purchase price being so low, I’m sure the retailer’s purchase price was much lower. Which means the wages earned by the people who actually produced it must be very low. I write this partly to remind myself that it is true. It’s easy to look the other way, to put it out of my mind, to forget it.

I bought the sweater partly in response to a good friend who gently commented on some t-shirts I’ve been wearing which I have owned for 15 years. Yeah, they’re a bit ratty around the collar. I’m not extravagant when it comes to clothing, but I think I can do a better job of caring for myself. It’s a balance, isn’t it? And how do we judge whether we’ve achieved the balance point or not? I know there are better ways to replace my falling-apart t-shirts and my otherwise out-dated clothing.

For Halloween I bought a new pair of jeans at the Thrift Store for $2.50 to be part of my costume. I decided they were pretty good for daily wear also! I feel so much better about the purchase I made at the Thrift Store, than the purchase of the $11.00 brand-spanking-new sweater.

One of my fondest childhood memories of Christmas is from the year my mom did all her Christmas Shopping at the Thrift Store because that was all she could afford. I loved it, because it was such an abundant Christmas! I got so many nice pieces of clothing. And probably some toys, too, but mostly I remember a really great button-down shirt.

Abundance doesn’t have to cost a lot of money. But it does take an investment of time–to make wise purchases, to take care of the things we’ve already got, to recycle, reuse, share. It takes time, and time takes a commitment. So I need to strengthen my commitment.

I want to have an abundance that is solid and basic and responsible. I don’t want an abundance that is based on goods that are inexpensive and easy to throw away because they didn’t really “cost me” anything much. But I know that I am part of a system that creates “abundance” by depriving others of their basic needs.

The things I want, and the things I have, are costing other people much more than they are costing me.

In her book, Graceful Living: Your Faith, Values, and Money in Changing Times, Laura Dunham writes that

Those who view the world as a place of scarcity tend to hoard, not share, what they have, while those who see the earth’s abundance believe there’s enough for everyone and respond generously to the needs of others. (p.7)

Sometimes when I hear people talking about “defending our way of life” here in the United States, I get a sense of this hoarding mentality which doesn’t believe there is enough for everyone.

I actually want to change my way of life, not defend it, so that I can use less, need less, want less. For that, I need friends who are doing the same, and I need a stronger sense of sufficiency. In my next post in this series, I’ll reflect on frugality and simplicity as a means of strengthening a sense of sufficiency. And by sufficiency, I mean it is enough

How can I help myself feel that it is enough? How do you?

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This is part of a series reflecting on Laura Dunham’s book, Graceful Living: Your Faith, Values, and Money in Changing Times. Her seven “Graceful Living” concepts are abundance, frugality, simplicity, generosity, sustainability, justice, and Sabbath. If you’re interested in getting a copy of this book, you can email the author directly at lgad@mindspring.com.

Thankful

I am so impressed with this woman. She is making a pie a day for a year – one to give away every day to someone for whom she is thankful. What a wonderful practice. My friend, Adam Walker Cleveland is a pastor at her church and was the lucky recipient of pie #186.

I’m writing this post from the EconoLodge on my way to Tennessee where I will have three days with my family. I’ll be meeting my new nephew, Jennings, for the first time…for which I am so thankful!

I will also cook with my mom, walk in the woods, rock Kailee to sleep, work with my dad in his woodshop, sit in front of the fireplace, talk with my sisters, and visit with several wonderful nieces and nephews.

It is these simple things for which I am most grateful. Relationships, connections, cooking, eating, being in nature. And just being alive. Waking up in the mornings, still breathing.

While I won’t be making a pie every day, I am going to take a few minutes to just sit and think about all the things that I do have, and take a moment to be thankful for all of that. And to share that gratitude with others, I’m just going to show up and be.with. People can feel it when you love them.

What will you do to share your gratitude with the world?

Being the Tides

In June I took a one-week retreat to a little cottage called The Sea Urchin. It’s nestled on the coast of remote Maine where I first encountered the tides in any significant way. I’ve made my peace with the tides by now, but the first summer that I spent a week at the Sea Urchin, I noticed that I watched the tides flow in and out with some anxiety. I wanted to see the tide at high tide and at low tide. It was hard for me to accept the process of the tides, to realize that most of the time they were in transition.

This seemed a wonderful lesson for me! What a metaphor for life. I made it a conscious self-reflective practice to open myself to the large arc of continual movement of the tides. They were no less wonderful when at mid-tide than when they were at high or low tide.

In life I need to accept this flow as well. Life is not about getting to high tide, or getting to low tide. It is about being the ocean, which moves, and changes.

How great it was to step outside the striving pattern of my daily life, to simply be with the changing tides for one full week. I felt that I breathed more oxygen in the first 24 hours of my retreat than I breathed in the last year.

You can see a set of pictures from my retreat here, in my flickr account.

Perfectly Imperfect

The name of my blog used to be “Perfectly Imperfect,” by which I was trying to say that it’s okay to be imperfect. More than that, I was trying to remind myself that it’s okay that I am not perfect, but it didn’t work!

The name just made me feel like I had to be perfect at being imperfect–I found that I couldn’t use the word “perfect” at all. So for awhile I renamed my blog, “What a Mess–life is like that sometimes,” which worked better for me as a reminder. It’s not a put down, it’s just an acknowledgement that things are messy, and that’s okay.

On some level, it’s all semantics, because the issue is how we take in these words and whether or not we accept our radical vulnerability as human beings.

This twenty-minute talk by a research story-teller really says it so beautifully. Watch it if at all possible! It is well-worth your time.

Tabouli Recipe

This tabouli recipe has been enjoyed a couple of times at the community dinner at Wicker Park Grace, including tonight. So I said I would post the recipe.

I think what makes it wonderful is mixing all the liquids into the boiling water and pouring it onto the bulgar (cracked wheat) all at once. This way, the grains absorb all that good flavor.

MIX
1 1/2 cup boiling water
1 1/2 tsp salt (or tamari or soy sauce)
1/4 cup olive oil
1/8 cup lemon or lime juice
1/8 cup vinegar (I have used balsamic, rice, or apple cider)
1 heaping tsp crushed garlic
black pepper (fresh ground is always great)

ADD TO
1 cup bulgar (cracked wheat)

REFRIGERATE
I like to mix this together the night before and leave it in the fridge to absorb all liquids and flavors. But a couple of hours also works.

ADD CHOPPED VEGGIES BEFORE SERVING
1 packed cup fresh parsley
2 medium tomatoes
1/2 cup scallions
1 cucumber (or zucchini)

OPTIONAL
1/2 cup grated carrots
1/2 cup cooked chickpeas
1 chopped green pepper
chopped fresh mint
whole wheat cous cous instead of bulgar, or mixed half & half bulgar/cous cous

SERVE! SHARE! ENJOY!

(You can find more of my recipes over at my cooking blog, Nanette’s Kitchen!)

Photo by Laura Padgett, Creative Commons license.

Spicy Peanut Sauce

When I turned 40, my friends made me a fabulous cookbook with recipes contributed by everyone who came to the party! This peanut sauce was popular at last week’s potluck dinner after spiritual practice at Wicker Park Grace. It was given to me by Sarah in the birthday cookbook.

Spicy Peanut Sauce

1/4 cup garlic cloves, peeled (I crush them in the garlic press)
1/4 cup coarsely chopped, peeled fresh ginger

1 cup peanut butter
1/2 cup peanut oil
1/2 cup orange juice
1/2 cup tamari or soy sauce
1/3 cup honey
1/4 cup vinegar (I used balsamic–wow)
1 TBSP toasted sesame oil (ok, I used 2)
1 tsp chili powder
1/8 – 1/4 tsp cayenne

Process the garlic and ginger in a food processor or blender until finely chopped. Add the remaining ingredients and process until smooth. Pour over pasta and/or veggies. Fabulous!

Mid-night Tweets (Micro-blogging)

It’s the middle of the night.Woke up thinking of all the ways I am imperfect. But this is the nature of being human, right? Have to forgive.
about 15 hours ago from Twitterrific

This is why we need each other to love each other.To say that we are *good enough* to be loved.Every mistake feels like an abyss.Compassion.
about 15 hours ago from Twitterrific

I am doing the best I can. What I’m doing is good enough for God to love me. I am loved, not because of what I do, but because of who I am.
about 14 hours ago from Twitterrific

This is important. I am loved not because of what I do, but because of who I am. I am God’s beloved.God sees the world like this, I believe.
about 14 hours ago from Twitterrific

Ok. Now I think I can go back to sleep. God loves you, too, you know. Not because of what you do, but because of who you are. God’s beloved.
about 14 hours ago from Twitterrific

God’s love is not contingent. It is unconditional.
about 14 hours ago from Twitterrific

Patterns of Hope

I was very disturbed to read in the news a couple of weeks ago about a Census worker found murdered in Kentucky. (You can google it. It’s gruesome.) The white census worker was found hanging from a tree in a graveyard. And this week an African American friend of mine told me that there is a noose hanging from the tree at the house next door to where she and her African husband are guests in Texas. They are there to teach and preach at a local church about the work they do helping homeless kids living on the city streets in Durban, South Africa.

These kinds of news frighten me, I admit it. And it makes me afraid of fear, because I believe that these expressions of violence spring from fear, extreme fear. I think they spring from alienation and isolation. I think they spring from people not knowing each other and not trusting each other and denying the humanity of other human beings.

And I suspect that the perpetrators of such crimes and threats of violence have had their own humanity undermined in some way. Something has created a deep vulnerability and fear in them.

How do we confront fear? How do we overcome it? It seems to me helpful for us to understand the fear inside ourselves so that we can better address and neutralize the fear in our culture. So as a first step, I try to understand how fear works in me.

When I hear these frightful stories I am at risk of falling into a pit of despair and powerlessness. I can get overwhelmed and feel afraid. There are moments when that happens to me. I fall into fear. But I know that that is exactly how fear wins. That is how fear can begin to rule the day.

So instead of surrendering to fear, I am looking for patterns of hope that are also out there in the world and present in my life. There is more than fear. There is also love and courage which springs from love. There is commitment and generosity. There is responsibility and creativity. There is community and our capacity to strengthen community.

To remember to look for and to share the patterns of hope, I started a trending topic on Twitter called #patternsofhope. I’m hoping that others will also add to it. We all need help finding the patterns that antidote fear. We also need encouragement to create new patterns. We can do it. We already are.

I love the YMCA!

Thanks to the good influence of my summer roommate, Rachel, I joined the Logan Square Y in August. (It’s called the McCormick Tribune Y, though it’s in Logan Square.) Rachel taught me some basics with free weights and I also quickly grew attached to a bike which works like a video game. You watch a screen which shows a scenic bike path that you bike along on. So far I have enjoyed the 3.3 mile coastal ride a number of times. I know it’s a little dorky, but, it motivates me!

I have found that if I ride the bike for just 10-15 minutes before weight-lifting, I’m not so sore the next few days. It’s that “warming up” concept that people talk about.

Also, if the aerobics room is empty, I like to end my workout by going in there to stretch on a yoga mat and maybe finish with a little shavasana. That’s “corpse pose” in Sanskrit and is the relaxation pose that most yoga classes end with. It gives the body time to rest and internalize the workout.

I’m trying to go to the gym three times a week, allowing my muscles to rest on the in-between days, which actually makes the weight lifting more effective. The muscles get stronger faster if you let them rest and heal.

A nice new plus is that my Y just installed a steam room in the locker room. It smells fantastically, powerfully of eucalyptus.

This will be great all through the winter. I encourage you to check up on me though, and encourage me to keep caring for myself through working out.

In just a few workouts I started feeling more grounded in my body and more alive(!) I’ll be blogging more about the exercises I’m doing, and what I’m learning and feeling along the way.

Honey, you should see my biceps! (But some of that beauty is from yoga. Yoga does make you stronger.) Currently, I am in pursuit of the tricep, as well as some leg muscles, which haven’t been as worked through the yoga.