Wind Chimes

Wind Chimes at Sunrise
Thoughts on time
in tones of blues
or orange, bright
pearls of sun
drip down these tubes,
while air slips through
their purple scales,
random chance, dares,
wishing only for harmony.

Wind chimes remind us of the persistent nature of change, and teach us to make music with lessons learned from impermanence.

Click here to hear the chimes of a “Balinese” scale hanging near my house.

I have several sets of medium to large chimes hanging around my garden. Their scales are neither happy nor sad, but mysterious and questioning. I never tire of hearing them. Their music ranges from one tone lingering across many seconds to a joyous cacophony of 30 bells clanging in response to active wind.

Smoked Turkey

This week I borrowed a smoker from a friend. I’ve wanted one in the past, but resisted, wondering if I would use it. Now I can give it a try. I plan to smoke a turkey breast. I’m using hickory chips, purchased at the local store, nothing special. I’ll add some bourbon to the water and perhaps a lemon rind. Since there are two racks to smoke on in the model I borrowed, I thought I’d try smoking a piece of fresh salmon. I’m not a huge fan of fish, but I LOVE smoked fish. So here goes. I’ll let you know how they turned out.

For Thanksgiving dinner, I’ll be serving smoked ham, which I get fresh from a local meat farmer, “BluesCreek Farms Meats“. They raise most of their own meat, free range and healthy. They also do their own smoking. Now I know you’re asking “Why’d he smoking everything”? (I’ve been asking myself that since I was in High School, but I can’t remember why. Ha-ha.) It’s become my tradition to have a ham, since turkey is not my favorite. So smoked turkey sounded appetizing.

For veggies; I found a sale on potatoes, so TONS of garlic-chive mashed potatoes will be on the menu. Acorn squash is a favorite of mine. But after years of preparing it with maple syrup and butter, I’m going to season it with walnuts, Parmesan cheese, fresh rosemary and thyme. There will be NO STUFFING this year. My dinner, my menu. Tradition, Shmadition. I will, however, serve one traditional dish: green beans baked with mushroom sauce. The mushroom sauce will be from scratch, with cream, butter and sherry for richness.

The best part of the meal will be: a huge, luscious, gorgeous, mouthwatering, SALAD! It will include escarole (a touch bitter), romaine, crunchy fennel bulb (anise flavor), roasted beets, cucumber, carrots, avocado, canned (oh my god) mandarin oranges (always loved those as a kid), candied walnuts, and a garlic balsamic vinaigrette. (garlic, balsamic vinegar, olive oil, French mustard, maple syrup, thyme, salt, pepper)

Oh, and dessert will include homemade key lime pie. Made with real key limes; I love squishing all those cute little green balls for the pie! And a friend will make his to die for apple pie.

Happy Thanksgiving to you all.

Gratitude

Though I inevitably suffer from some depression during Winter, I have found ways to maintain an even keel during these shadowed times, to alleviate their unbalancing effects. I allow myself more time to get things done. I allow more “non-directed” time, such as watching TV or just staring out the window, basking in the sun. I forgive myself for not being able to keep up with the world.

Gratitude is another tool for maintaining a positive attitude. A friend of mine keeps a gratitude journal, where he daily notes whatever he can be thankful for. Giving thanks from the heart is healing. It helps us see the glass half full, or even a third full, rather than focusing on what’s missing. With conscious effort, one can reach beyond the natural waves of selfishness which lap at our awareness to a soft place in the heart for offering the gift of gratitude for all that you have.

Gratitude also takes practice! Since it’s given silently from the heart, there’s little discernible evidence that you’ve opened your heart, except to yourself. Those who don’t practice feeling gratitude in their hearts may quickly lose perspective and begin to think they aren’t getting their fair share of happiness, popularity, wealth or love from the world. They can become bitter and poisoned.

Another stumbling block to gratitude is guilt. You may remember your mother telling your to finish your food because children are starving in Africa. Well, it’s true. It’s easy to feel guilty for being selfish, for feeling unable to give gratitude. To that I say, keep it simple. Don’t feel guilty, feel blessed. Just feel blessed.

It’s no wonder gratitude is an integral part of any religious or spiritual practice. In yoga, one says “namaste” with palms together. In Buddhism, one bows with palms together. In Christianity, one prays in thanks with palms together.

So, don’t forget to practice giving thanks daily for what you have. Ask yourself if you are truly giving thanks this Thanksgiving week. Put your palms together to focus the energy of your heart and open the faucet of gratitude. It may squeak a bit at first.

Chicken Orange Stew

I threw together a chicken stew tonight, using my favorite method, the pressure cooker. I used some pre-marinated chicken I get at a local family run food market. This had a tequila lime marinade. That inspired me to continue with the citrus theme. So I added several clementines to a mix of chopped savoy cabbage (mild flavor), sweet potato (cut up), peas (cleaned out the freezer), some leftover tofu, and I can’t remember what else. Oh yes, eggplant, cubed.

You’ll get used to me sharing my pressure cooker recipes. I almost always start by sautéing several cloves of garlic, sliced, and a shallot, chopped, to either olive oil or a butter/olive oil mix. Then I add the chicken and brown it a bit. Then I throw in all the other veggies with some good broth. I used a concentrated veggie broth this time. The brand it “Better than Broth”, which has excellent flavor and is not too salty.

For the seasoning I used sweeter spices, tarragon, cardamom, marjoram. But I always add something for zest. I squeezed a lemon, sprinkled a little cayenne and threw in some pink peppercorns.

I pressure cooked it for 10 minutes. And, voila. Delicious. Oh, I cooked up some white Basmati rice to go with it. Just LOVE basmati, with its nutty flavor. Normally I’d try to use the brown version, but I didn’t want to wait the 45 minutes it would take. The white only takes 20.a