Sunday, February 20, 2022

Shadow Birding #ShadowshotSunday

Reading a comment by a blogger, David, on yesterday's post about the Great Backyard Bird Count, it reminded me of our visit, in January, 2019, to Palm Beach County, Florida.

We saw so many birds there, and one day, I need to identify them.  My phone is so crammed with photos I have no room for a bird app.  I try to delete some pictures and they come right back.

In this picture, here's my shadow taking a picture of one of those birds. The bird is in the center of the picture.

Delray Beach, Florida area January 18 2019
Trying to zoom in on the bird (right center) without blurring it. Whatever this bird is, it is so colorful, so pretty.

One day I will get a camera that takes nice closeup shots, but I can't go back in time....

Linking today to Shadowshot Sunday.

Thank you, Lisa, for introducing me to this meme.

Saturday, February 19, 2022

The Great Backyard Bird Count

I can remember, growing up in an apartment complex in the Bronx, my mother throwing a slice of white bread out the window onto the small lawn below.  I would watch as pigeons and sparrows descended on the bread.

I had no way of knowing that bread was probably the worst thing to feed a bird, but no matter - I was transfixed by the sight below.

Some 60 years later, my spouse, increasingly fascinated by birds himself, bought our first bird feeder.  We've been feeding birds for almost a year now, and learning more about them.

We are far from expert, and my spouse is far better than I am.   But this event doesn't care.

The Great Backyard Bird Count, now in its 25th year, is a worldwide event taking place February 18-21.  No registration is required.  All you need is 15 minutes of your time, but you can devote as much time (just a minimum of 15 minutes) per watch.  You don't need a backyard, either.  You can bird anywhere - from your kitchen window, from an exercise walk, from a stroll along a river, on the beach.  Anywhere counts, city or country.  Little or no experience is needed.  

Chances are, you already are familiar with some of the birds in your area.  If not, there are various online ways to identify your new friends.

This site is the home page of the Count.  There are several ways to report your findings and you have a few days to do it in.  Good pictures are encouraged but not required.

This count is actually quite important to scientists who study birds to understand bird population changes, and much more.


Here are some of my friends.  

Today, where I live, it is blustery and we've had one snow squall, but it isn't keeping the birds away.  (Full disclosure, this picture was taken February 9).  The birds on the ground on the left are mourning doves.  On the feeder right above them are a pair of northern cardinals.  Between the feeder pole and the tree is a small bird, a dark-eyed junco.

I don't have a good camera that can zoom in, and I don't want to give my readers eye strain.

Here's a picture of the sky during the squall.

Birds we've seen so far include: black capped chickadees, tufted titmice, white-breasted nuthatches, northern cardinals, mourning doves, hairy, red bellied, and downy woodpeckers, dark eyed juncos, a song sparrow (we think), and even a blue jay (rare visitors to our yard).

It's estimated over 300,000 people participated in the 2021 count.  Will you be one of those participating in 2022?

Friday, February 18, 2022

Almost Gave Up Sunset #SkywatchFriday

The last couple of days where I live have been so not February.  Yesterday, it got into the 50s F, a lot of our snow melted, it rained, a front came through, and now we are in the 20's with howling winds and a dusting of snow..

So, I dug into my photos for the first week of February.

This was a sunset I nearly gave up on.

Let's rewind to lunchtime of the day before, with clouds all in a row.

The next evening, it was cold, I looked at this, and thought "this doesn't look promising".

So I looked elsewhere in the sky, and saw these clouds.  And then I went home.

A few minutes later, I peeked out and this is what I saw - oh no, better take some pictures!

It's not the first time I almost gave up on a sunset.  Yes, I know.  Patience is not my biggest strength.

Sure enough, although I had given up on the sunset...

...the sunset hadn't given up on me.  For that, I am thankful.

Joining Yogi and other sky watchers each Friday for #SkywatchFriday.

Thursday, February 17, 2022

Another Win for St. Anthony

I'm not Catholic but I believe in the powers of St. Anthony of Padua, the patron saint of lost objects.

Here's our first experience with him, when he found a cell phone belonging to my the hospitalized late mother in law.

We were so afraid it had ended up (according to the Find My Phone iPhone feature and also subsequently talking to hospital staff) in a garbage bin behind the facility where hazardous medical waste was taken for special disposal.

When we found it, I told my mother in law (who was Catholic) that we had appealed to St. Anthony and she told me something I didn't know - she was named after him.

Since then, I've called on the saint a couple of other times.  I try not to engage St. Anthony in trivial "I can't find it" missions but without his help, our Monday experience may not have ended as well as it did.

Some background, first.  I've worn a night guard (I grind my teeth) for nearly 25 years.  I've worn one custom made by my dentist, but I now am on a plan that doesn't cover them. My current dentist (my dentist of many years retired last year) charges about $600 for one. 

Lat month my dentist, to diagnose tooth pain in a back tooth, asked me to buy a store bought guard and see if it helped. The store bought guard (which you fit yourself) cost about $20.  The toothache disappeared overnight.

So, it seemed my custom guard no longer fit right, and I started to use the store bought guard.

Sunday morning, I took out my night guard when I woke up, took it to the bathroom as usual, cleaned it, and left it on the sink.

Sunday night, I went  to get the guard.  It was gone.

I looked on the floor. Not there.  I thought, maybe I left it on my bedside table but it wasn't there either.  Spouse looked under the bed with a flashlight.  We could not find it.

The next day, I would have to buy another store bought guard and fit it.  So, I appealed to St. Anthony.

Monday afternoon, spouse suddenly had a thought.  He acted on it while I was working, and soon found the guard.

He knocked on my office door and handed me the guard.  It was ice cold.

He had found it outside the house, sitting on top of the snow covering our front lawn.

How it got there is a long story.  And if it had snowed overnight, we may never have found it.  Outside would have been the last place we would have looked.  I don't think that idea entered spouse's mind randomly.

Thank you again, St. Anthony!

Has this saint ever found something for you?

Wednesday, February 16, 2022

October Rose #WordlessWednesday

Snow covers the ground where I live in the Southern Tier of New York.

I scrolled through my phone photos, looking for some flowers to take the edge off of mid-winter.

From October 10, 2021, I found this lovely rose in bloom in a street meridian in Binghamton, New York.  Although it was fall,nothing says summer like a sweet, sweet rose.

 

Joining Sandee at Comedy Plus for her #WordlessWednesday.

Tuesday, February 15, 2022

Garden Bloggers Bloom Day February 2022

Unbelievable - it's the 15th of February.  How the weeks have flown by.  And now, it's the second Garden Bloggers Bloom Day of 2022.

Less than six weeks of winter now, in my zone 5b New York State garden, all the action is indoors.  Maybe by next month, I'll have something blooming outdoors?  In the meantime, I have some plants blooming under lights, mainly in my home office.  I can't believe how many flowers I have for this GBBD; it must be a personal record for me.

The impatien I grew from a cutting continues to flower.

Kalanchoe

The African violet plant in my kitchen window.  I recently transplanted it into a larger pot, and it is rewarding me with blooms.  I'm pretty sure there are two plants in there but I am just letting it be.

This is not your normal African violet; it comes from a specialty breeder elsewhere in New York.  The foliage is supposed to be variegated but it isn't.  The flowers are small, but I still like the plant.

This plant is tradescantia Blossfeldiana cerinthoides variegata.   I bought it at a local nursery during their holiday open house and it must be happy under the lights in my home office because they bloom when they are happy. 

Here's a closeup (as much as my old iPhone will allow) of the flower. 

A viola which I took in before the hard freeze. 

My airplane plant has put out an "airplane" which is blooming.

My second amaryllis I bought last year is finishing up its bloom.

Finally, here's a surprise.  I have a couple of Vicks plants (Plectranthus tomentosa) which I desperately need to cut back. For some reason, I never get around to it and it's not as if I was super busy.  Sunday, I thought I would do it but, to my surprise, the plants were flowering! 

Joining Carol at May Dreams Gardens each 15th of the month for Garden Bloggers Bloom Day.  If you have indoor or outdoor flowers to share, why not join us?

Monday, February 14, 2022

Music to Skate By #MusicMovesMe

It's Monday morning, the Olympics are ongoing, and it's time for Music Moves Me.

Who are the Music Moves Me bloggers? We are bloggers who blog about music each Monday and if you have music to share with us, you are most welcome to join! (Music Posts Only-meaning at least one music video, please!)   First, there is XmasDolly.  (She has been a bit under the weather, but will be rejoining us as soon as she can.  Hoping it is today, but if not, please get better soon!) Her co-hosts are: Stacy of Stacy Uncorked, Cathy from Curious as a Cathy, and me.  

We'd love more music lovers to join us.  It's easy! All you have to do is join the linky above with a music post that contains at least one music video (there must be a music video).

Each month, except December, we have a guest conductor. For the month of February, we again welcome Songbird from Songbird's Crazy World.  Today, she has selected the theme "Freedom of Choice Day - You Pick".

After several days of watching figure skating/ice dancing, I decided to feature several songs the skaters/dancers competed to this Olympics.

Turns out that music choices aren't an easy process for skaters.  Many factors go into the final music the skater/their coaches pick. Does it suit the skater's style? Does it work with the choreography of the routine, given that these ice competitions are as much artistry as athletic.  Also, until about eight years ago, only ice dancers (not figure skaters) could choose songs with lyrics.

The song performances I've chosen aren't necessarily what the skaters skated to, given time and other constraints (or me liking a different version better).

First up - Joe Cocker and his cover of  INXS' "Never Tear Us Apart", chosen by Keegan Messing, who skated for Canada.

A version of "Paint It, Black" by the London Symphony Orchestra was used by China's Yi Zhu in her short program.  Again, I'm posting the original and I hope one of my readers, a Rolling Stones fan, enjoys this.  Actually, I like many Rolling Stones songs, too.

 

A cover of The Long and Winding Road was chosen by Canadian ice dancers Piper Gilles and Paul Poirier.  I chose the original by The Beatles because I promised one of my readers I would.


Elton John's music was performed at least three times.  "Your Song" by Elton John was the choice of Japan's Wakaba Higuchi.  In the men's freeskate competition, American Nathan Chen picked a melody of music from the movie Rocketman, and Elton John expressed his appreciation.  I decided to post Chen's performance so you could hear the exact music played at the Olympics (the actual performance ends at about 4:37 so this isn't as long as it seems.)

This song was Switzerland's entry in the 2021 Eurovision contest.  Gjon'sTears and Tout l'univers and was skated to by Morisi Kvitelashvili, skating for Georgia.

Finally, Eliska Brezinova of the Czech Republic used a cover of The Eurythmics' Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This) by various artists for her short program.  I am using the original.

And that's an icy wrap!

Join me again next week for another episode of Music Moves Me.

Sunday, February 13, 2022

He Had a Secret

Yesterday, February 12, would have been the birthday of President Abraham Lincoln.  Lincoln was the 16th President of the United States, and our country's President during the United States Civil War.  He was assassinated in April of 1865, several days after the official conclusion of the war.

I blogged about our Civil War during its 150th anniversary, from 2011 to 2015.  Here are several older posts about Abraham Lincoln.

Dining with Abraham Lincoln 

The Handwriting of Abraham Lincoln 

Moments that Changed History 

Something I Saw in the Capitol of South Carolina, the first state that seceded

In the last post above, I had a discussion with a fellow blogger about my belief that this Civil War never ended. If you've listened to news recently, you may be thinking along the same lines, or a different line - that we are on our way to a second Civil War.

When I was born, survivors of that era were still alive and it may be interesting to see a man who claimed to have witnessed Lincoln's assassination. He appeared on a game show in 1956 at the age of 96, months before his death. (He was born in 1860.)


The man's name was Samuel Seymour, the son of a Maryland man who owned enslaved people. (Another little detail of history - states that allowed slavery but did not leave the union were permitted to keep slavery going through out the war.   Maryland was one of four such states.)

His story (his memory mainly is seeing John Wilkes Booth "falling out of the balcony") may or may not be true but it is interesting reading some of the details of Mr. Seymour's life.

Let us remember, today, that history isn't a boring story of dates and battles.  It is the story of real people and real suffering.

History moves on.  What story will we write for the history books?

Saturday, February 12, 2022

Rhapsody in Blue (and Some Recipes)

Tomorrow is Super Bowl.  I should be posting recipes we use but I will, instead, post links to some past posts.

Guacamole and tomato salsa. 

And Emily Bites with her Thai Chicken Skewers with Peanut Sauce. 

But now to the topic of today's post.

Today would have been Abraham Lincoln's birthday.  I plan to blog more about that tomorrow.

I started out angry today morning at some developments in the news.  I could explode.  Or splatter my thoughts over this blog draft area which I might regret later.

Or, I could turn to music.

I subscribe to a free Substack written by newsperson Dan Rather, and to my joy this morning, his post was a post about a wonderful musical composition called Rhapsody in Blue..

We have a bit of history, Rhapsody in Blue and me.

I fell in love with Rhapsody in Blue when United Airlines used it as music in their commercials back in the 1980's; so much so that I bought a cassette tape so I could listen to it whenever I wanted.  This was before streaming, or You Tube, after all.

This is a blend of jazz and classical music with a beginning clarinet glissando that is instantly recognizable by millions worldwide.  It was composed by George Gershwin, a young musical genius

It premiered on February 12, 1924.  Sadly, George Gershwin would only live to the age of 38, passing away in 1937 from brain cancer.

When I became pregnant in the late 80's, my hormones were all over the place, and I couldn't listen to the commercials without sobbing uncontrollably.

Later, in choosing music I would have while in labor, Rhapsody in Blue was one I chose.

Now, today, on the anniversary of the premiere of Rhapsody in Blue, I'm posting the performance posted on his Substack by Dan Rather. On piano is a Georgian pianist, Khatia Beniatishvili, playing with the Orchestre National de Lyon, conducted by Leonard Slatkin.

If you listen to the end (and I hope you will, although it is nearly 18 minutes) you'll see how Khatia Beniatishvili congratulates the conductor and orchestra before taking her well deserved bows.

Bravo!

Now, as we return to the ground after soaring with music:  May our skies be friendly again one day.

Friday, February 11, 2022

Cloudy February Sunset #SkywatchFriday

Wednesday was an unbelievable day where I live in the Southern Tier of New York State.  Blue skies!  Temperatures in the 40's F! (7.7 C)

Spouse and I went to our local rail trail.  We had had ice about a week ago, with snow on top of it.  It was well salted but there was still a lot of icy slush where we and other walkers going in the other direction barely had enough room to go single file in our lanes.

The walk started out with blue skies, but, as we walked, clouds started to gather. (This is the same walk where I took the tree pictures that I posted yesterday, if anyone is interested.)

Some of the clouds looked like cotton puffs, like this one right over the trail.
 

The clouds increased.  

By sunset, it was still mild enough to watch the sunset (in a different location) but there were so many clouds I didn't know what type of sunset I would see.

It's difficult to get into the park we like to watch sunsets in, and we weren't in the most scenic location, near a city facility. But if I edit out the trucks I also edit out the sunset, so my apologies. The sign here attracted my attention, too. What, may I ask, is a Xmas Trff Dropoff?

Let's rejoin the sunset, as the clouds catch the last rays of sunlight.

Thank you, Nature, for another performance of beauty.

Joining up, as I do each Friday, with Yogi and the other skywatchers of #SkywatchFriday.

Thursday, February 10, 2022

The First Signs of Spring #ThursdayTreeLove

Many of our trees here in the Southern Tier of the United States' New York State are slumbering.  Their leaves having dropped months ago. The ground they are rooted in is frozen over and covered in several inches of snow. You'd think they are unaware of the increasing daylight and the subtle changes that show that winter is just starting to lose some of its grip on our frozen world.

You would be wrong.

The trees know something is happening.  It's hard to see but this tree is starting to glow a little in its upper branches.  It isn't reflected sunshine.  It's sap starting to rise.  The mildish (46F, 7.7C) temperatures we had today were partially responsible, but a mild day too soon in the season won't have that effect.

Another view, showing more snow.  Big tree and little tree both, they are feeling the stir of change even as they still hibernate.  They know it's not time.  We will be getting near zero F (-17.7) Sunday night, with more snow.

Some of our trees are evergreens, and have other ways to cope with our cold, but they know, too.

The wisdom of the trees, as they patiently await the awakening signal, proves they are paying attention.

Will we ever pay the attention we should to the world around us, before it is too late?

Oh, those blue skies, already gone.  But they will be back one day soon.

Joining Parul at Happiness and Food every second and fourth Thursday for #ThursdayTreeLove.

Wednesday, February 9, 2022

Strawberry Onions #WordlessWednesday

I know what you're asking (except, maybe, if you live, or have lived, in Florida).  What is a strawberry onion?

I was introduced to strawberry onions in March of 2013, when spouse and I visited a Florida farmers market in Tampa and discovered them.

We were leaving Florida to drive home to New York State and bought two of the onions.  After we got home and tried them,  I said something like "If I knew how good they tasted, I would have bought up the vendor's entire stock." It was the end of the season, too.  We lucked into them.

No, Strawberry Onions are not a cross between strawberries and onions. Nor do they taste like strawberries.  Rather, they are a mild variety of onion.  They grow in strawberry fields in the Plant City, Florida area, which is a major strawberry producing area. (Plant City is in the same county as Tampa).

At one time, strawberry farmers believed that planting these onions on the perimeter of the field would ward off insects.  That isn't true, alas, but the practice continues.

They don't get their taste from their strawberry neighbors, but they thrive on the water and fertilizer given to the strawberry plants.  They used to be grown at the perimeter of the strawberry fields but production is growing, thanks to a growing demand.

Some call them Florida's best kept secret. 

In 2020, we discovered we could mail order them, and did.  We have mail ordered them every year since.  The harvest begins in early February and stretches into mid to late March, depending.

You can get them at Parksdale Market in Plant City (I highly recommend their strawberry shortcake, by the way.  They are not cheap to mail order but it's a splurge.   

So mild.  Someone I know who is a produce expert thinks they are of the same variety as the famous Vidalia onions, which have their own distinct character because of the short days and the special soil where they are grown in Georgia.  Well, call this Florida's version.

This will give you a hint of their size.  It wasn't the biggest onion in the box, either.

And no, I'm not being paid to publicize their onions.  

 

Joining Sandee (if she will have me with my onion scented blog today) at her #WordlessWednesday.

Tuesday, February 8, 2022

The Fall of Newspapers Continues

The more things change, the more things stay the same (or so the saying goes).

I found a draft of a blog post I was planning, back in 2014.  If only I had known what the next few years would bring.

This is from that forgotten draft:

" Newspapers shrink. Newspaper employees in the thousands have been laid off.  Some newspapers are no longer published in hard copy.  Prices go up. Some papers in the area (not ours - not yet) are no longer delivering daily.  Our paper here in the Binghamton, New York area is now a mashup of local and a national publication, USA Today. And, service is more and more nonexistent.  No service given by a dying industry to the remainder of their faithful customers.

I really wonder if the industry will exist at all five years from now.  We need journalists for many reasons.  Our society will be poorer for the disappearance of the newspaper.  Is it too late for the industry to turn things around?  More and more, I think the answer is "yes, it's too late."

So, here in 2022, I can tell you that our local newspaper is still publishing, but, it seems, just barely.

News stories, more and more, seem to concentrate on examples happening in the Hudson Valley, a part of New York State over 100 miles from where I live in New York.  Restaurants closing?  Schools experiencing difficulties?  Whatever the topic, they rarely aren't interviewing anyone local.

Our local newspaper printing plant closed years ago (it's currently owned by Binghamton University and is, at this time, hosting a COVID testing site) so if we have bad weather the newspaper doesn't get delivered.  Instead, we are expected to go online and read the website.  There is no refund.  Over the last thirty days, there have been several times we haven't gotten the paper until the next day, if at all.

They do advise us by email that we won't get the paper, but no worries! We can read it online!  But there is something about reading something you hold in your hands, or can take (ahem!) into another room to read.

For Christmas and New Years 2021, the newspaper published a combined edition, three days all crammed into one little paper for each holiday. Or, should I add, one paper for the price of three, because they charged subscribers three papers for that one.  Want more than the print edition?  Well, subscriber, go online.

And, best (or worst) of all, our newspaper will no longer be publishing on Saturdays, starting in March.

We need journalists more than ever.  But with the death of a lot of local papers, including many in small towns, we don't have the journalism we need in print form anymore.  I saw an interview Sunday that explained that over 2,200 local newspapers have folded since the early 21st century.  In fact, there is a bill called the "Local Journalism Sustainability Act" before Congress right now, which has some bipartisan support.

Perhaps I'm old fashioned, given that I'm in my late 60's, but I would miss my daily paper if it disappeared.

But, most of all, I would miss the local investigative reporting we so need in this country.  The local scandal.  For those in small towns, the police blotter.  Even the "Mrs. Smith went shopping with Mrs. Jones and then had lunch at the Burger Barn" I thought was so cheesy when I lived in the countryside of Northwest Arkansas years ago.

It wasn't cheesy.

Is it too late to revive the local newspaper?

Monday, February 7, 2022

What is Love #MusicMovesMe

It's Monday and it's time for love.

 

Who are the Music Moves Me bloggers? We are bloggers who blog about music each Monday and if you have music to share with us, you are most welcome to join! (Music Posts Only-meaning at least one music video, please!)   First, there is XmasDolly.  (She has been a bit under the weather, but will be rejoining us as soon as she can.  Hoping it is today, but if not, please get better soon!) Her co-hosts are: Stacy of Stacy Uncorked, Cathy from Curious as a Cathy, and me.  

We'd love more music lovers to join us.  It's easy! All you have to do is join the linky above with a music post that contains at least one music video (there must be a music video).

Each month, except December, we have a guest conductor. For the month of February, we welcome Songbird from Songbird's Crazy World.  Today, she has selected the theme "Love Songs".

You'd think that it would be easy but there are so many types of love songs to choose from.

I hope you like the Beatles because they had some good ones.

And I Love Her, from 1964 and the movie A Hard Day's Night.

In My Life, from 1965.


Michelle, from 1965. It won a Grammy Award in 1967.

The Beach Boys and God Only Knows.


And then there is one of the most danceable songs of all time (with a wonderful dance video), Haddaway and What is Love, from 1993.

Or, love can be a battlefield, as Pat Benetar sings.

This final song didn't start as an instrumental; it started as Luxembourg's entry in the 1967 Eurovision contest, sung in French by Vicky Leandros.  Her performance finished fourth.  Then, in 1968, as an instrumental by Paul Mauriat, it reached #1 in the United States.

I waffled between the two versions but decided to save the instrumental for another day.   For my last song, here is Vicky Leandros and L'amour Est Bleu.

And that's a wrap!

See you again same time, same place, next week for another episode of Music Moves Me.

 

Sunday, February 6, 2022

Tracking the Tracks

The last couple of days, we haven't been outside our house (except for the back yard) due to cold and ice.  But it isn't all a bad thing - I get to read, my spouse gets to cook, and we all watch the bird feeder.

Yesterday, spouse said "what are those tracks in the back yard?"  The tracks show two feet, then two feet - deer, perhaps?  I took this picture from a window.    And, come to think of it, there were lots of tracks out there.  Some belong to the birds our feeders attract- dark eyed juncos, mourning doves, white throated sparrows, song sparrows (maybe),  Carolina and winter wrens, and sometimes even a Northern cardinal feed on the ground.

(If you wonder why you see dead stalks not cleaned up, we don't clean up our perennials until later in spring.  Wildlife appreciates an untidy yard.  That's my excuse and I'm sticking to it.)

We've seen various animals in our yard - grey squirrels, chipmunks, more grey squirrels.  We know we have mice, raccoons and skunks.  Spouse once saw a deer on a street near us, but our yard is so small I couldn't imagine a deer fitting into it comfortably.

My spouse went out and took some pictures.  They aren't the best.

What we did find, after some Internet sleuthing, is that tracks in snow aren't as easy to identify as one might think.  Some of the pictures didn't come out that clear, either.

This one definitely isn't a deer, or a rabbit.  

There is a lot to learn if you want to learn to identify tracks in snow.  This increases my respect for Native Americans and others who had to learn to track to find food because their lives depended on it.

As much as I detest winter, I'm not totally sorry I didn't try for Florida this year.

Saturday, February 5, 2022

Winter Chocolate Puddings

It's time for chocolate!  Pudding, that is.

Back in 2016, I sought to make a chocolate pudding for the Jewish holiday of Passover. Years ago, I had learned to make homemade cooked chocolate pudding in Home Ec class (dating myself!) and it was so much better than a mix.

After some Internet searching and an experiment, I came up with a recipe, which I've since adapted for year round use.

The original recipe used almond milk, coconut sugar (which I didn't have in the house), vanilla extract (which I couldn't use because it contained corn syrup, forbidden during Passover) and cocoa powder. Instead of the cornstarch the recipe called for, I  used Kosher for Passover potato starch.  Outside of Passover, I use cornstarch.

This winter I've made it several times, with variations.  The beauty of this is, it's all mixed and cooked in one saucepan, so cleanup is minimal.

Here is something you don't have to be Jewish to enjoy:

Homemade Non Dairy Chocolate Pudding (Makes 4 servings) (sorry, metric readers; you are on your own)

Ingredients
2 cups almond or cashew Milk (I use almond milk, but there are other non dairy milks available. Sadly, almond growing makes a big environmental impact.
1/2 cup and 1 tablespoon cane sugar (you can also use about 3 tbs of a stevia/sugar blend, if you are watching calories. I am.)
4 tablespoons black or regular cocoa (both should work fine - I use black.)
4 tablespoons potato starch (or 4 tablespoons cornstarch) either will work
1 teaspoon vanilla extract (I didn't use for Passover but I use the rest of the time.)

After mixed but before cooking

Method
Place almond milk, sugar, cocoa powder, potato or cornstarch, and vanilla extract in a saucepan over low heat.   Stir together until thick and smooth. 

Take off heat and immediately pour into 4 small serving bowls.  Let cool.  

One other thing I should mention - this creates a skin almost immediately, even as you are pouring. That's something you may want to keep in mind if you don't like skin on top of your pudding.  I do. 

And, of course, you can use dairy milk if you want.

Variation- Eggnog Chocolate Pudding (above picture)

After Christmas, I had leftover eggnog from Purity in Ithaca, New York, a somewhat local ice cream store that makes the world's best (I think) eggnog.  Because I am not lactose intolerant, I decided to substitute 3/4 cup of the almond milk for 3/4 cup eggnog. (If you do this, reduce sugar substantially). I also had a retort of unsweetened chocolate almond milk, which I bought by mistake, so I used that for the remainder of the almond milk (reducing the cocoa I added).  It was delicious.

I could also imagine adding chopped nuts into this pudding.

Enjoy!

Friday, February 4, 2022

Before the Ice #SkywatchFriday

Welcome to a miserable day in the Southern Tier of New York.  Our country had another miserable winter storm.  Here, we were luckier than most - ice with a coating of snow over it. We are under a winter storm warning until 3pm today, with more snow expected.

Fortunately there wasn't so much ice that we lost power; just enough that we are stuck inside for a while.

So let's look at the sky from Wednesday.

Wednesday, (Groundhog Day) the sun came out and we had some partially cloudy skies. 

Let's take a peek (or two, or three).

I like these clouds, even though I know they were announcing bad weather ahead.

Bumpy weather times ahead.

Bare trees have their own character, but, to me, the best part of winter is knowing that spring is on its way.  Well, eventually.  Maybe.  After a while, it seems like winter is forever.

Winter isn't forever, though.  Let's reflect on that.

Joining Yogi and other sky watching bloggers, as I always do, for #SkywatchFriday.

Thursday, February 3, 2022

My 2022 Library Valentine

It's never too early to get a Valentine.

Our local library, called Your Home Library, has a Valentine's Day gift for its patrons each February - a mystery book to take home.

Here are some of my previous posts on this annual tradition.

2017 

More from 2017

2021 (with a recipe) 

Yesterday was Groundhog Day, and, after my exercise walk, I had the time to go to the library. To my surprise and delight, they had the giveaway up.  

This year several of the selections appealed to me.  From the description, I'm positive one of the books was The Life of Pi, by Yann Martel.  I saw the movie a number of years ago, but I have never read the book.  But other books called louder.

I settled on this book.  It was thick, and that almost stopped me.  I'm reading three books at once right now, and it was going to be a bit much to weave a thick book into my rotation.  But that description hooked me.  I don't know as much as I should about the Middle Ages.

I got home, and unwrapped it.  Here is my selection. 

We are talking 7th century Britain, and a future saint (this is part 1 of a trilogy, which hasn't yet been completed).  It may take me a century to read this book, which clocks in at 560 pages.  

Am I ready for it?  Not right now.  But it's a long winter.  After all, the Groundhog said so.

Pre-pandemic Your Home Library -  this 100+ year old library has seen more than one pandemic
 

Thank you, once again, Your Home Library.

We, your patrons, should be giving you our valentines.  Consider this post my valentine to you.

Wednesday, February 2, 2022

Groundhog Day#WordlessWednesday

It's February 2 and, sometime this morning, we'll find out if we are going to have six more weeks of winter, or an early spring.  That is, if you believe that a groundhog can predict the weather.

This is a groundhog.  Whatever you say, please don't tell me that groundhogs are cute.  Each year, they manage to destroy one or more things spouse or I are trying to grow. Ditto for other gardeners.  That may be one reason why they are so plump.

If you want to find out more about Groundhog Day, you are welcome to read this post from 2017.

And oh, the groundhog saw its shadow. Six weeks more of winter!

 

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Joining Sandee for her #WordlessWednesday.

Tuesday, February 1, 2022

Grand Union

When a name returns from the dead, it can be cause for celebration.

Yesterday, we opened our Sunday paper, got the ads out, and saw an ad for a new supermarket in a neighboring village.  "Welcome to Grand Union", it said.

The name may not mean much to you unless you lived in the Northeast United States, but this company has quite a history.

The Grand Union supermarket chain originated in Scranton, Pennsylvania (also home to "The Office") as the Jones Brothers Tea Company  in 1872.  This little history box in the ad above picks up the story, but really doesn't tell all of the story.  At one time, back in the 1930's, Grand Union was one of the largest grocery chains in the United States.

There was one in my New York City neighborhood; growing up in the 50's and 60s.  My Mom, and later I, shopped there.  

Does anyone remember trading stamps?  Grand Union helped to pioneer them.

My spouse worked for Grand Union as a senior in high school.

The very first store we shopped in when we arrived where we now live in the Southern Tier of New York was a Grand Union.  It closed about 20 years ago.

By then, Grand Union had fallen on hard times.

Between 1995 and 2000, it went through bankruptcy three times.  In 2001, the remaining stores were bought up by a chain called Tops, and the brand ceased to exist.

Until now.  Because of Tops merging with another Northeast chain called Price Chopper, and there being Tops and Price Chopper stores close to each other (including that village near me), part of the approval of the merger required 12 Tops stores, 11 in New York and one in Vermont, be divested.

These 12 stores are now Grand Unions.  

I never would have thought I would see the Grand Union name again.

I might just be tempted to check it out.

Do you remember Grand Union?