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Alice in Wonderland Ornaments

12.21.2012 by J. Doe // 3 Comments

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As a child, I loved Alice in Wonderland. My mom had an antique copy of the book with a loose binding and color pictures printed occasionally on shiny paper. I used to read it endlessly.

In college, though, I really came to appreciate Alice. My Freshman English class decided to chuck the “official” book, a long-winded memoir by an anthropologist, and instead voted to read Alice in Wonderland. Because school – even college – should be enjoyable. Fun, even.

During the class discussion of Alice, another student pinpointed Alice’s magic:  She wasn’t a whiner like Dorothy. Although he stated it rather cynically, he nailed it. Alice didn’t spend her time wishing she was somewhere else: She chased a rabbit into an unexpected world, and once she got there, she kept exploring and discovering, all the time asking curious questions. It was an adventure, and she embraced it. Alice epitomized childhood innocence.

We were all reminded this past week how quickly childhood innocence disappears; I wanted to preserve a bit of it in remembering those who perished at Sandy Hook Elementary. I thought back to Alice in Wonderland and by chance was able to find my old college copy of the book – battered and yellow and perfect for upcycling. I used it to make Christmas ornaments.

I’m not very crafty, so this is a pretty simple project. You will need:

  • An old book, or magazine, or catalog.
  • Modge podge.
  • A brush.
  • An ball-shaped ornament. I used clear plastic ones from Ben Franklin, but you could also cover an old ornament.
  • Very fine glitter. I used a champagne color because it works well with the yellowed pages.

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Put something down on the table, you’re going to make a big mess.

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Tear the pages you want to use out of the book. Trim away excess margin and white spaces, as shown above, then tear the pages into strips (so that you can read sentences). I liked the torn-edge effect, but if you prefer, you could use scissors or a paper cutter.

Remove the metal tops from the plastic balls.

Paint the modge podge on the back of the strips. Let it sit a few seconds; the paper gets softer and easier to work with. Starting from the top, lay the strips down on the ball, covering all the plastic and slightly overlapping the pieces. Smooth out any lumps or bumps, adding extra modge podge to the top if you need to soften the paper. There’s no real science to this, just as long as the look of it pleases you.

Once the entire ball is covered with paper strips, turn it upside down and let it dry for a bit.

Coat the entire ball with a generous layer of modge podge, and using a shaker top, shake a thin layer of glitter over that. Turn the ball back upside down and let it dry completely (overnight).

Dip the metal caps into the modge podge, and then dip into a bowl of the same glitter. You want a thick coat of glitter here so don’t be shy.

When everything is dry, put the metal caps on the balls, and hang on your tree. You can also add little tags to the top using twine or ribbon, perhaps identifying the book or simply with a holiday greeting.

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The finished balls are more glittery than they appear in the picture.

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One final thought: Today is the 24th anniversary of the Lockerbie bombing, in which 270 innocent men, women, and children lost their lives. One of them was my dear friend Rachel, age 21. I miss her every day, but especially today.

I wish you all a safe and peaceful holiday. Thank you for visiting.

Categories // Uncategorized Tags // crafts, holidays

Walking The Dog, Slowly

12.19.2012 by J. Doe // Leave a Comment

The Dog starts having accidents around the house. They are always in the same place, near the back door, where he is usually let out into the yard to do what he needs to. So far, it has only happened when we were away a bit too long.

I vow to be more careful about making sure he gets out more often, and right before I leave if I’m stepping out for a while.

One day, as I’m getting ready to leave, I realize: I used to take him with me everywhere in the car. At some point, for some reason I don’t quite recall, I stopped, and then it stopped being a habit, and then he stopped expecting to leave with me.

I take a couple days off work to do things before the holidays, and since I’m at my leisure, and I can once again maneuver around my garage, I put The Dog in the back of my car. He can go with me to the hardware store.

He doesn’t like sitting in the passenger seat anymore, he’s very arthritic now and can’t seem to get comfortable. He tries to climb into the back of the car, but needs my help to do it.

I’m in no hurry. When he’s settled in, I drive off. I glance at him in the back, and he’s alert, looking around, feeling the motion of the car. He can’t hear much any more, but his other senses are fine, and he’s happy.

The brief ride exhausts him, and he sleeps for the rest of the day.

We do the same the next day when I go to the post office. I have to lift him into the back of the car – a Mini, not a big jump, but still, too much. Afterward, again, he’s exhausted, but also, very, very happy.

I used to walk with him every morning, a long brisk walk that was my time: My exercise, my head-clearing, my time with The Dog. I find it difficult to take those walks now; The Departed’s main contribution to parenting was driving The Child to school in the morning, which I must now do.

Of course I could walk him at other times, and I do, but it’s difficult. The Dog’s stroke slowed him down considerably, and his arthritis became more severe. The walks mostly consist of taking a few brisk steps and then standing still, in the dark and rain, waiting for The Dog to catch up, watching him meander and sniff things. Lots of leash-tugging and Hurry Up‘s that were mostly for venting frustration, since The Dog cannot hear them.

After seeing his joy in the car,  I take him for an evening walk. He’s ecstatic when he sees the leash, though he no longer wags to show his enthusiasm. I miss our long brisk walks and I miss his wagging.

We walk slowly and I can see the effort it takes him and also the joy in his meandering. I don’t pull him or try to speed him. I just watch him sniff at things and look up, happily.

He keeps moving. He knows I want him to keep moving but sometimes it is too much for him. I lean over and adjust his collar and fiddle with the leash, and he waits and rests a bit.

When we get home, he follows me upstairs. It’s a huge effort, the stairs, and one he does not make as often any more. He prefers to be near me, around people, and even that is too hard for him now.

There is only one possible ending to every story.

I’m in no hurry.

Categories // All By Myself, Dog Days Tags // pets

Apple Jellies

12.15.2012 by J. Doe // 12 Comments

Alice Waters is one of my culinary heroes (I guess technically, she’s a heroine), her laurels mostly resting on her superb and simple recipe for roast chicken. I found it in the early 1990’s in a cooking magazine that was full of complex, multi-step recipes involving asterisked ingredient lists with notes about where you could mail order all the unique things you would need to be a true gourmet home cook.

Her recipe was the one thing I clipped from that magazine: so simple and to the point that I only referred to it once or twice before I had it memorized. I’ve served it dozens of times over the years, always to raves.

I love simple cooking, and being so busy this year celebrating my newfound freedom and packing what remains of The Departed’s possessions, I didn’t have tons of time to make anything elaborate for my annual cookie exchange party in any case. I found Alice Waters’ recipe for Apple Jellies at the back of The Art of Simple Food, and it seemed ideal: Three ingredients, cooked on the stove. What could go wrong?

Everything, it seems. The road to hell is paved with Apple Jellies.

I cooked down the apples together with the water,  ran them through a food mill, and then cooked the resulting pink puree down for an additional hour. I checked that it held a mounded shape before I stopped cooking. I spread the resulting thickened pink mass into a baking pan lined with parchment paper.

After letting it sit overnight where the cat – who apparently likes apples – couldn’t get at it, I inverted the mass onto a baking sheet lined with parchment paper, to let it dry a further 24 hours. The instructions seem to indicate it should be possible to cut it into squares at this point.

It wasn’t, but the instructions helpfully tell you what to do if this happens: Stick the baking sheet into a 150-degree oven for an hour “or more” until you have a nice mass of jell that you can cut into squares that will stay that way.

I let it set in such an oven for an hour. I tested it. I inverted it onto another baking sheet so the bottom could dry, and put it back into the oven. I tested it again, I inverted it again.

I took it out of the oven when I went to bed, hoping it would be cuttable when I woke up the next day … which it wasn’t … so I started the process over again. At one point, I put the jell-that-wouldn’t in the oven, left the house to retrieve The Child from a slumber party, had a cup of coffee with the other parents, and returned home to find the jellies … still not jelled.

Five hours in the oven later, they were sorta-kinda done.

I tossed the squares in sugar and served them that day at my annual cookie party. The guests all liked them but agreed: these are not worth five hours of oven time. None of us could come up with anything that was worth five hours of oven time apart from, say, a Christmas ham.

The next morning, I was sorting all the extra cookies into gift boxes, and there was my plate of apple jellies, sitting in a sort of syrup, which was tasty but not exactly appealing to look at. The jellies no longer sparkled with sugar, but glistened with ooze.

I didn’t take a picture, because I like you and no one should have to look at that, unless they buy a ticket to see The Blob with a complete understanding of what they’re getting into.

I’m providing the recipe in case you’re feeling intrepid and or perhaps can see where I might have gone wrong. Maybe cameo apples were a bad idea. Maybe my climate is too moist to begin with. Or maybe … you have some idea?

Update: I tried the recipe again and found the problem.

Apple Jellies
 
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Author: Alice Waters, from The Art of Simple Food
Ingredients
  • 8 medium apples (3 pounds), washed, quartered, and cored
  • 1 cup water
  • 1½ cups sugar
  • juice of one lemon
Instructions
  1. Lightly oil an 8x8 baking dish with flavorless vegetable oil. Line the dish with parchment paper and lightly oil the paper.
  2. In a large heavy pot, cook apples and water, covered, until apples are soft, about 20 minutes.
  3. Pass the mixture through a food mill.
  4. Return the puree to the pot and add sugar and lemon juice. Simmer over low heat, stirring often, about an hour. As the mixture cooks and reduces, it starts to bubble and thicken. Be careful of spattering.
  5. The puree is done when it holds a mounded shape (in theory). To be sure, briefly chill a small amount on a plate in the freezer. It should look and feel jelled.
  6. Spread the mixture evenly into the prepared dish. Cool for several hours or overnight. When completely cooled, invert onto a parchment lined baking sheet. Remove the top layer of parchment paper. Leave to dry uncovered overnight.
  7. The paste should be firm enough to cut. If not, put the paste into a 150 degree oven for an hour or more until firm. Maybe even five hours. Or more.
  8. When it's done - if ever - cut the jellies into squares, toss with sugar, and admire how pretty they are, if only briefly.
Notes
When I say be careful of spattering, I'm serious. This stuff gets HOT and spatters a LOT. It's just really uncooperative, if not downright mean.
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Categories // The Joy of Cooking Tags // candy, kitchen disasters, recipes, vegan

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