Spring Equals Crocuses

Nothing announces the arrival of spring like those first little bloomers, the crocus. Mine have been blooming since the end of March around the 27th and are still holding to their claim on my garden. I have enjoyed watching the few bulbs I planted a couple of years ago spread and naturalize in my perennial bed. They bring me so much enjoyment that I realize I need to add to my collection especially since mine lack any yellow varieties.

Also today as I walk about my garden I notice that my hyacinths are beginning to open. Their sweet scent perfumed that air as I went about with so easy clean up chores. In the future I'd also like to add more, especially the grape hyacinths.

This blog is an entry for my garden journal. Garden journals are a great way not only to keep track of dates and plant varieties but also future plans.

One final observation, I noticed that my magnolia bush not only is filled with fuzzy bud but two of the buds are beginning to open and reveal the deep pink Flowers curled within. I purchased the bush two years ago but this will be the first time it blooms. I wanted a tree but wasn't ready to make the financial commitment but now with the bush being to lovely I may had to look into adding a tree.

Examining Changes

It is amazing how quickly a life can change. So often I am caught in a false sense of knowing where my life is heading but in truth I have very little control. In my first novel, I've explored this concept, dubbing it the Akna - the golden thread of life. As the thread twists and loops, peoples' lives change. It's not a new concept but modern society tends to view it as mythology. Call it fate, karma, or God's Will but there truly seems to be something larger than all of us that binds us and shapes us.

Now with that said, I hope, in light of my newest adventure, that I will be able to stay on task with my writing goals. Hopefully, I should have more time for writing but I remember last time, I had very little strength to accomplish anything. Gardening and canning seem even farther from the possible. In the end only the Akna knows what's to come.

Mini CheeseCake

A friend from work recently shared this receipt with me and I have to say - I'm quite crazy about it. Not only is it quick, and easy to make, but requires very few ingredients and avoids the hassle of the traditional Springform pan. Instead, the mini cakes are baked in a muffin pan creating just the right serving of this delicious dessert. My four-year old enjoy 'designing' the individual cheesecakes.


Mini cheesecakes (makes 12)

12 vanilla wafers
16 oz cream cheese
1/2 c sugar
2 eggs
toppings of choice

Preheat oven to 325. Use muffin liners and place one wafer in each liner.

Mix cream cheese, vanilla, sugar until well blended then add eggs and mix well.

Fill liners 3/4 full and bake 25 minutes.

Remove and cool and chill before topping with fruit, nuts, chocolate, Carmel or whatever your mind can create.

Seed Catalogs

Seed Catalogs are here. Now is a great time to begin dreaming about vegetable gardening. As I flip through the pages of my catalogs I find myself envisioning a diagram of my garden and begin visualizing where I'm going to rotate my crops for the oncoming season. Also, now is a good time to read up on new varieties and place your order - most companies offer coupons as an incentive for early orders. Good luck - gardening season is just around the corner.

Talking Turkey

When I moved into my house four years ago I cooked my first turkey. Since then I've learn much about the art of cooking the delicious holiday bird. Here is what I've learned:

14 pound birds cook best. If you need more turkey than that try cooking two birds.

Placing a turkey in a brine for 12 hours is a must. Brining not only tenderizes the meat but adds flavor to create that juicy white meat we all crave. The basic formula for a brine is 1/2 cup to 1 1/2 cups kosher salt for every gallon of liquid. The salt is what changes the cell structure making the meat moist. Liquids used in a brine can range from water to juice to stock to beer. Also spices like your favorite herbs should be used. Whatever your imagination can come up with to add flavor to your bird. The larger the meat, the longer it should brine. 12 hours is good for a 12-18 lb turkey while shrimp need only about half an hour. Also important is to keep the brine under 40 degrees Fahrenheit. If you don't have room in the refrigerator try adding ice to the solution.

The way I brine:

I like to buy a new 21 qt kitchen trashcan each year for my brine because it fits nicely in my sink and will hold the proper amount for the turkey and all the fluid. I buy it new each year just because somehow mine from last year always ends up getting used as a trashcan after the holidays - maybe some year I'll learn to keep it hidden away.

The receipt I like to use for my brine I got off of foodnetwork.com. It is a great receipt by Alexandra Guarnaschelli though I've made a couple of substitutions because I didn't have 2 cups of honey on hand so I used 1 cup of honey and 1 cup of brown sugar; I also added a cup of red wine. And I baked my bird according to the Butterball directions instead of the 350 degrees Alexandra recommends.

Ingredients

• 6 quarts tap water
• 1 pound kosher salt
• 1 cup molasses
• 2 cups honey
• 1 cup soy sauce
• 1 tablespoon dried red pepper flakes
• 1 tablespoon dried sage
• Large bunch fresh thyme
• 2 heads garlic broken into individual cloves, unpeeled
• 5 pounds ice cubes
• 14 to 18-pound turkey, cleaned, innards removed
• 1 pound unsalted butter, softened
• 2 lemons, zested

Directions

In a medium pot, bring 3 quarts of the tap water to a boil over medium heat. Put the kosher salt in a large bowl and slowly (and carefully!) pour the boiling water over the salt. Stir to blend.

Add the molasses, honey, soy sauce, red pepper flakes, sage, thyme and garlic to the salt and water mixture. Stir to blend. Add the remaining 3 quarts of cool water. Add the ice to a cooler or bucket large enough to hold the brine and the turkey. Pour the brine over the ice and use a large whisk to blend all of the ingredients.

Submerge the turkey, breast side down, in the brine. Make sure the cavity of the bird fills with the liquid as you are submerging it. Cover the cooler and allow the bird to sit in the brine overnight or for about 12 hours.

Remove the bird from the brine and dry it thoroughly with thick (absorbent) kitchen towels. Take care to wipe inside the cavity as well. Discard the brine. Whisk together the butter and the lemon zest. Gently lift the skin covering 1 breast of the turkey and spread half of the butter right on the meat under the skin. Repeat with the other breast. The butter will add extra moisture and richness as the bird roasts.

Buttering the bird is a step that is well worth the time.

I also like to use Martha Steward's Cheese cloth technique where I submerge a clean cheese cloth in herb-seasoned olive oil and then place over the bird after arranging the turkey in a roasting pan fitted with a rack. The cheese cloth not only helps add flavor to the turkey's skin but provides a place for the baste to sit each time the bird is basted.

Basting is also an important trick for creating that perfect turkey. I like to baste my bird every half-hour. Using an electric roaster make this step much easier since all I have to do is lift the lid and baste instead of open the oven - remove the heavy pan - baste and replace back in the oven.

Roast until the internal temperature of the turkey taken from the thickest part of the thigh reads 170 degrees F on an instant-read thermometer, about 3 1/2 hours. Remove the turkey from the oven to a cutting board or serving platter and tent with foil. Allow to rest for 15 minutes before carving and serving so that the juices will remain in the turkey otherwise all the work you've put into brineing and basting will be lost on the platter.

A Loving Home

After posting a blog dedicated to Channeling Emotion on The Writer's Vibe site, I decided to follow my own process and 'cleanse' my negative energy. I set my thoughts to the NPR's, Three-Minute Fiction, writing Format and here's what I came up with:


Some people swore that the house was haunted. I preferred it that way. I caused it to be so.

I over-saw the construction myself, picking out every detail from lighting to specific wood-grains. My husband's business often kept him distant for days but I didn't mind creating on my own. I rather enjoyed the process.

We moved into our home that autumn bringing with us our treasures, our most precious being our three year old son. We all adored the house. All my hard work yielded rewards even beyond what I could have imagined. We filled the rooms with our love and laughter. Our house was more than a home, it was family.

Then came the night. Alone I slept in our over-sized bed soothed by the summer noises of crickets and frogs but something awoke me. I lay still - listening.... My peripheral vision caught the figure looming at my side. The taste of leather filled my mouth as his hand clamped over my lips smothering my scream.

"Don't make this harder than it has to be, lady." The reek of alcohol expectorated from his breath as his whiskers tore at the delicate skin of my cheek.

Vomit rose to my throat. I couldn't breath. I felt my body quiver.

My son screamed from his adjacent room. Dear God there was more than one of them. I had to save him. He was just a baby. Think! But all my thoughts were fog. Just think of something!

Tears burned my eyes. I was paralyzed - useless. What were they doing to him? My mind was crippled by self-inflected images.

Then the man in my son's room shouted. The man's voice shifted into a scream before pinching off into silence.

I felt my assailant stiffen. He stared at the doorway gazing at something he knew was impossible.

"Who the hell are you?" His bravado finished in fear. He raised his arms to defend himself but his attempt was in vain. His body dropped with a lifeless thud to the floor.

I sat up as my son's footsteps pattered down the hallway and into my arms. We embraced, returning love and nothing was ever the same again after that.

The Irrisistible Iris

The other day, my neighbor brought me a large box of irises. She had been working in her garden, performing her annual autumn clean-up and realized that her lovely iris bed was in need of dividing. Thankfully, she'd remembered how much I had admired her beautiful heirloom blue plants that summer, and thus, gave me her abundance to plant and share as I desired.

Pictured on the left is another heirloom variety. These dark purple plants were dug from my grandmother's backyard and sent to live with me when I purchased my first house. They have traveled with me through two moves conveying warm memories of my past.

In a not too distant past, dividing and sharing plants was the sole method of acquiring flowing plants. Women usually ran the household and had to use their small budgets to purchase vegetables and other edible plants in order to feed their families. But even in tough times, people recognized the enjoyment a well tended flower garden can emit. In need of beauty and peace, these crafty pioneers devised a way to spread and share the limited resources. The better your social network, the fuller your garden; just imagine strolling through your yard where every plant has a story - a wedding gift or - a house warming present - something passed down from a favorite aunt.

In today's world we are bless with an abundance of material items, packaged and available 24/7, however, the simple methods of gardening can still be found. Neighbors, family members and gardening clubs are all excellent places to swap and share those favorite perennials. Next year, as my lilies will be in need of dividing, I plan on returning the favor. Plus, the box of irises I received had too many plants for the area I intended to plant. So with gardening tradition in mind, I passed the box on to our newest neighbor who was beyond delighted to receive something to plant in her vacant dirt lot. I also selected a couple choice plants and shared them with ladies from my work.

As you ready our flower beds for winter, check to see if perhaps some of your plants can be divided and shared. I challenge each of you to expand your gardening network this autumn and help keep the practices of old alive amongst today's society.