NOW WHAT DO I DO?

I have ever so gradually expanded my food repertoire over the years, from the one of my childhood which offered only those veggies that came in cans or boxes. Still, I periodically reach a plateau, where I get in a rut of using what is known in Indonesia as sama sama - or just more of the same ol' same old.

So, I'm branching out once more, determined to include some new things in my Bountiful Sprout orders - at least a few seasonal items that I may never have eaten or cooked with. Occasionally, I'm left standing with hands on hips, wondering "Now what the heck do I do with this thing!" Kind of like today, when I stood staring at the booger pictured above.

And now I've come to you for assistance. Anybody got a great recipe for kohlrabi?


P.S. Many thanks to www.horst-luenser.de for the above image.

FYI

So often we are forced to choose between doing the easy thing, and doing the right thing, or we must choose between buying the budget-friendly or the eco-friendly. Well, today there is a great posting over on the Simple/Green/Frugal blog. It lists 25 eco-friendly things you can do, that actually save you money. Check it out!

FIRED UP, READY TO GO!

Did you see it? That endless sea of hopeful, inspired, optimistic faces, that stretched out in every direction from the capitol, as far as the eye could see? Did you hear it? That straight-talking voice coming from a politician's mouth, of all places? Dear God, please let us all truly listen to what he is saying, and band together to help him do what needs to be done.

For the second week in a row, our usual coffee-house meet-up of the Muses had to be set aside for more important things. Last week it was the county commissioner's meeting, this week it was Obama-rama at Debi's house. We watched the inauguration, ate wonderful food, and re-purposed stacks of old Christmas cards into gift tags. On the whole, a most inspirational and productive day!

THE BANE OF HIS EXISTENCE

There are occasions when I make my husband absolutely insane. Like last Saturday night, for instance. He had spent the whole day Friday playing with his latest gift to me, yet another new universal remote control, and he was very excited about it. He was convinced that this was the holy grail of remotes - the one that would finally do what all the others had only claimed they could - allow you to use a single gizmo to control oodles of equipment.

So, a little before 8:00 PM on said Saturday, when he announced that he was heading down to the Bat Cave to watch Battlestar Gallactica on his HUGE MANLY TV, and I wanted to stay upstairs and watch Rosemary & Thyme (a fun little British garden-mystery series on PBS) on my itty bitty low tech tv, I panicked. "Wait a minute Buster! You haven't taught me how to use the new remote yet!" Looking extremely put out, for he hadn't much time, he grabbed up the new black gizmo with all the tiny black buttons, who's labels I couldn't even see, much less read, and started rattling off instructions a mile a minute, about doing this for regular TV and that for Direct TV and this for DVD, until finally I burst out with "Wait! This is making no sense to me. I can't even see which buttons you are pointing to!" And that's when he gave me "The Look" ... that extremely pained look that I've seen a million times... the one that clearly asks "how can any person, in this day and age, still be this hopeless when it comes to technology?" Then his shoulders sagged, and his face switched to that other familiar look - the look of resignation. "Forget it," he said with a heavy sigh, as he tossed the remote into a chair. "Just go back to using the other remotes, like you did before," and he trudged away in defeat.

I feel so bad, for destroying all the excitement he gets from each and every new gizmo that comes along. If only I could follow the example he sets, when dealing with something that doesn't particularly interest him. If only I were willing to spend hours on research and study, even when something bores me to tears. Didn't he go out of his way to read up on all those plants he bought, to make sure he was getting the right plant for the right spot and knew how to care for them, and that he wasn't just pouring money down the drain? Didn't he go out of his way to learn how to follow a recipe, and how to at least make a few decent meals, in case we were ever in a pinch? And what about those armloads of child-rearing books that he lugged home from the library when we first learned we were expecting? When I think of the hours he spent studying them, in order to be the best parent he could possibly be... oh, wait. Perhaps I'm getting confused. Come to think of it, he hasn't read word one about any of those subjects!

As a matter of fact, he's killed pretty much every single thing he's ever planted, and though he shows up with the latest and greatest new barbecue pit every few years, he still can't tell the difference between a piece of meat that's good for grilling, and one that needs to be slow cooked for hours in order to be chewable. I guess it was me who did the reading and research on all those subjects...so that he wouldn't have to... because he's just... not... interested!

So, now, remind me again. Why is it such a terrible crime, that I won't sit down and read up on every new gizmo that he drags home - especially knowing that in a few months he is bound to tell me that it is "obsolete" and needs to be replaced?

A WEEK FOR FIRSTS

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