Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Late Summer Minestrone


Here you go, Arielle:

This is our new version of an old favorite, and a good use for harvest garden veggies, especially the big, fat green beans! Feel free to exchange one veggie for another (say--carrots for zucchini!). I sometimes add some bullion at the end to keep the broth rich if I have overdone the vegetables. Even better the 2nd, 3rd, 4th day!

Ingredients:
6 c chicken or vegetable broth
28 oz. can tomatoes, or (better) equivalent amount of ripe, fresh tomatoes
2 cloves garlic, minced
1 large onion, chopped
1/2 lb. fresh green beans, cut in 1 1/2 inch pieces
3 large celery ribs, sliced
3/4 lb. russet or Yukon gold potatoes, scrubbed and cut into 3/4 inch dice
1 T fresh basil, chopped
2 t dried Italian seasoning
1-2 med small zucchini, chopped into about 3/4 dice
2-3 c fresh corn from the cob
1/4 c chopped fresh basil
1 T extra-virgin olive oil
Salt and Pepper
Grated Parmesan cheese


Directions:
In crock pot or on the stove in a heavy stock pot, mix together broth, tomatoes with their liquid, garlic, onion, beans, celery, potatoes, 1 T fresh basil and Italian seasoning. Cover and cook on low about 8 hours (much less on stove top--check frequently) or until potatoes are nearly tender. Add zucchini. When zucchini is at desired done-ness, add corn and olive oil. Season to taste with salt and pepper. Serve with 1/4 cup chopped basil and Parmesan cheese.

Sunday, September 20, 2009

Adventures in the "Beautiful Place"











Last weekend we had a lovely trip to Nauvoo. It was my (Rachel’s) first time there since we drove across the country from Maryland to Utah and it was Micah’s and our friends Karen and Alex’s first time. Alex just joined the church a year and a half ago. At 8 am the next morning, we went to an endowment session at the temple. I (Micah) loved immediately seeing the freestanding spiral staircase and the large chapel right when you go in, which resembled the main room in the Kirtland temple. One of the rooms made Rachel feel very autumny inside because it had lots of fall colors. After the session was over, we went to the Visitor Center, where I (Rachel) asked the first missionary I saw if she knew when Sister Thomas would be in. She said, “She’s up there!” and pointed to the landing above. In that moment Liz looked down and stood agape. Liz looked radiant. It seems like her eyes, so big, beautiful, and honest, would be a great team with the spirit to convert anyone. Liz talked about how the point of what the missionaries do in Nauvoo is to bring people to Christ and have the members bring people to Christ- a mission to members. It's true; the responsibility to bring people to Christ is ours as members, and I like that focus. However, we also saw quite a few people who weren't members that were on tours with us and were able to explain some things to some of them who had questions about the temple. One of them asked why the Mormon militia let “Jon Smith” get taken away. My favorite memories of Nauvoo from when we went the first time was the blacksmith shop (where I remember Ariel got to keep the horseshoe because her birthday was that day or very soon), candle making (which I don’t think they do anymore), and getting a brick at the brickyard.
First we visited the Post Office where we learned you could pay before you sent the letter or the receiver could pay. The prophet Joseph wrote a notice saying that he was happy to pay for letters from friends, but would not pay to receive insults, so he would not pay to receive any mail. Then we went to the printing press, where we learned about the derivations of the terms “upper case and lowercase,” “dingbats,” “proofreading,”, “mind your p’s and q’s,” and “stereotypes.” It was fun to hear in John Taylor’s house more about Leonora Cannon after having read some of the Cannons’ journal recently. Then we went to the John Browning gun shop and learned that his family designed most of the guns that were used in WWII. We eventually made it to the blacksmiths for prairie diamonds, but didn’t get the horseshoe (although Karen’s birthday was close enough that she could have had it had she not wanted one of the children to go home with it). We got a demonstration on how to make candles, and I made sure that in the last 15 minutes before everything closed we went to the brickmaker’s and got some nice Nauvoo bricks as a souvenir.
The only disappointing part of our trip was our dinner at Dottie’s bar (it said “family dining” underneath. The inhabitants were mostly older gentlemen drinking Budweiser. I think Budweiser and blue cheese were the only things they did well. The cook was grumpy and didn’t have a hat or an apron on. They charged 35 cents if you wanted to add a tomato slice. The waitress told us that the chicken club had peppers and stuff and it turned out to be shredded chicken, some shredded lettuce and a slice of bacon- it was quite tasteless. She had put the tomato I (Rachel) had ordered for the hamburger on the chicken sandwich. We had a combo basket which consisted of a lot of fried stuff (ok- it was pretty small for the price)- cheese, onions, cauliflower, and mushrooms. They gave us the bill without the total or the tax, and only accepted cash. We asked them to ring us up twice to make sure, and the second time she came up with a higher total. Since we felt unsatisfied after the dinner, we went across the street to Annie’s and had some very creamy lemon and chocolate custard. Following dessert, we attended Rendezvous, one of the highlights of our trip. The play involved several different courtships- 1. a henpecked husband and his wife, who stopped nagging him about carving wooden ducks when she accepted the gospel. 2. A devout Mormon woman who was about to leave Nauvoo with the saints when her tobacco chewing, swearing boyfriend promised to change his ways and go with them. 3. A woman who refused to leave Nauvoo with her husband and finally decided to go. 4. A woman who didn’t want to marry Ezra, an illiterate man and wanted to marry a Mormon instead but wouldn’t read the BoM. He hid a copy in an empty pickle barrel and she read it, was converted and went across the plains with him. There was a great relief society scene where the sisters were sewing quilts and gossiping (see picture). On Sunday we went to Carthage. It was moving to read the church history of the events leading up to the prophet’s martyrdom on the lawn outside the jail. How we love living in the Midwest! Nauvoo would be a pretty posh place to serve a mission as an older couple. We still don’t know which roles in Rendezvous we will audition for in 50 years.

Saturday, September 19, 2009

Progressive Pioneer



When I learned about this website, I immediately thought of our earthy Ari, but I know that all the galligals would enjoy this blog. I found an article about it and its writer Jen Thompson at the farmer's market today, where Laurel and I went for an artist's date and some treats. Jen is an LDS mama who rejects the labels "hippie"or "granola." "Those terms carry baggage and tend not to evoke an image Latter-day Saints are eager to embrace, but pioneering, now that we can get into!" she says. She calls herself "an urban homesteading, attachment parenting, LDS mama." Fun! She now has advertisers she carefully screens. When you've got a minute, look it up! Her little boy is almost as cute as ours! progressivepioneer.com.

PS Bubby, find her thoughts on baby gadgets and "crying it out" at her link called "What is a progressive pioneer?"

PPS I'm going to join your co-op!

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Be Thou Humble


Dear Family,

I was very affected by this editorial yesterday, and considered whether to read it during scriptures. When I read Alma 4 today, the deal was clinched.

Our curious journey from V-J Day humility to today's huge, empty egos

By David Brooks

The New York Times

Salt Lake Tribune
Updated:09/15/2009 05:12:09 PM MDT


On Sunday evenings, my local NPR station airs old radio programs. A few weeks ago it broadcast the episode of the show "Command Performance" that aired the day World War II ended. "Command Performance" was a variety show that went out to the troops around the world.

On V-J Day, Frank Sinatra appeared, along with Marlene Dietrich, Jimmy Durante, Dinah Shore, Bette Davis, Lionel Barrymore, Cary Grant and many others. But the most striking feature of the show was its tone of self-effacement and humility. The allies had, on that very day, completed one of the noblest military victories in the history of humanity. And yet there was no chest-beating. Nobody was erecting triumphal arches.

"All anybody can do is thank God it's over," Bing Crosby, the show's host, said. "Today our deep down feeling is one of humility," he added.

Burgess Meredith came out to read a passage from Ernie Pyle, the famous war correspondent. Pyle had been killed just a few months before, but he had written an article anticipating what a victory would mean:

"We won this war because our men are brave and because of many things -- because of Russia, England and China and the passage of time and the gift of nature's material. We did not win it because destiny created us better than all other peoples. I hope that in victory we are more grateful than we are proud."

This subdued sentiment seems to have been widespread during that season of triumph. On the day the Nazi regime fell, Hal Boyle of The Associated Press reported from the front lines, "The victory over Germany finds the average American soldier curiously unexcited. There is little exuberance, little enthusiasm and almost none of the whoop-it-up spirit with which hundreds of thousands of men looked forward to this event a year ago."

The Dallas Morning News editorialized, "President Truman calls upon us to treat the event as a solemn occasion. Its momentousness and its gravity are past human comprehension."

When you glimpse back on those days you see a people -- even the rich and famous celebrities -- who were overawed by the scope of the events around them. The war produced such monumental effects, and such rivers of blood, that the individual ego seemed petty in comparison. The problems of one or two little people, as the movie line had it, didn't amount to a hill of beans.

You also hear a cultural reaction. As The Times of London pointed out on the day of victory, fascism had stood for grandiosity, pomposity, boasting and zeal. The allied propaganda mills had also produced their fair share of polemical excess. By 1945, everybody was sick of that. There was a mass hunger for a public style that was understated, self-abnegating, modest and spare. Bing Crosby expressed it perfectly on "Command Performance," as Gregory Peck, Dwight Eisenhower and George Marshall would come to express it in public life.

And there was something else. When you look from today back to 1945, you are looking into a different cultural epoch, across a sort of narcissism line. Humility, the sense that nobody is that different from anybody else, was a large part of the culture then.

But that humility came under attack in the ensuing decades. Self-effacement became identified with conformity and self-repression. A different ethos came to the fore, which the sociologists call "expressive individualism." Instead of being humble before God and history, moral salvation could be found through intimate contact with oneself and by exposing the beauty, the power and the divinity within.

Everything that starts out as a cultural revolution ends up as capitalist routine. Before long, self-exposure and self-love became ways to win shares in the competition for attention. Muhammad Ali would tell all cameras that he was the greatest of all time. Norman Mailer wrote a book called Advertisements for Myself.

Today, immodesty is as ubiquitous as advertising, and for the same reasons. To scoop up just a few examples of self-indulgent expression from the past few days, there is Joe Wilson using the House floor as his own private "Crossfire"; there is Kanye West grabbing the microphone from Taylor Swift at the MTV Video Music Awards to give us his opinion that the wrong person won; there is Michael Jordan's egomaniacal and self-indulgent Hall of Fame speech. Baseball and football games are now so routinely interrupted by self-celebration that you don't even notice it anymore.

This isn't the death of civilization. It's just the culture in which we live. And from this vantage point, a display of mass modesty, like the kind represented on the V-J Day "Command Performance," comes as something of a refreshing shock, a glimpse into another world. It's funny how the nation's mood was at its most humble when its actual achievements were at their most extraordinary.

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Along these lines, I've been troubled recently by what I consider brash, sweeping statements about complex political and social issues from fellow members of the church; issues including health care reform, illegal immigration and homosexuality. I have heard rude, gratuitous comments about President Obama from friends whom I love and revere. No doubt I am more sensitive to attacks coming from a different perspective than mine, but it is the tone which most troubles me, and which I think we must all watch for in ourselves. To my ear it rings with an arrogance that suggests that we are above the fray, above the need to recognize how many people are suffering through the complexities of these and other concerns; people within our own families and in our neighborhoods. I worry for our well-being as a church culture. Our behavior should reflect our Master, who found no takers when he invited us all to cast the first stone. I'm grateful to David Brooks for reminding us about humility.

Alma 4:8 For they saw and beheld with great sorrow that the people of the church began to be lifted up in the pride of their eyes, and to set their hearts upon riches and upon the vain things of the world, that they began to be scornful, one towards another, and they began to persecute those that did not believe according to their own will and pleasure.
9 And thus, in this eighth year of the reign of the judges, there began to be great contentions among the people of the church; yea, there were envyings, and strife, and malice, and persecutions, and pride, even to exceed the pride of those who did not belong to the church of God.
10 And thus ended the eighth year of the reign of the judges; and the wickedness of the church was a great stumbling-block to those who did not belong to the church; and thus the church began to fail in its progress.

Friday, September 11, 2009

C D B!


When talking about our favorite books, we forgot a very important favorite book! C D B! Abe and I went to Spanish Story Time at the Provo library today and came home with CDB. Do you want some tests to see if you've still got the hang of it?
C D B! D B S A B-Z B. ~O, S N-D!
R U C-P? ~S, I M. ~I M 2.
K-T S X-M-N-N D N-6.
Y R U Y-N-N? ~I N O.
U 8 L D X! ~S, I 8 M.
And now for our favorite . . .
O U Q-T. U R A B-U-T.
Sorry you couldn't see the fun drawings while you were reading these. If you give up on any of them, let me know!

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Mayo Free


Hi Gang. We've had some good meals this week, thanks to the internet. But this quick tuna recipe came from the Martha Stewart magazine in the doctor's waiting room today. So easy with a mini-chopper! Just put the capers, onion and basil in and process together.

1 can tuna
1 T capers, rinsed and chopped
1 1/2 t finely chopped red onion
1 1/2 finely chopped fresh basil
1 1/2 t lemon juice
1/2 t lemon zest
Pepper to taste

Mix and serve on open-face sandwiches. Garnish with basil leaves. We left out the basil tonight because we had some in another dish for dinner. We served it on sundried tomato bread. I love the fact that there is no added fat in this recipe! Oops--I don't think the boys like capers!

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

The Grandma Globe Pays off Again



Laurel is making great strides at East, trying to keep up with all her challenging classes. For her honors geography class, she is required to memorize all the state locations and state capitals. I said, "You probably know quite a few all ready," to which she replied, "Well, I know the one for Illinois is Des Moines, Idaho."

She really did! That's an exact quote, the sharing of which was approved by the geography whiz herself.