Harvest Creations: Rhubarb Sauce

My friend, Echo (Yes, that’s her name.), made Rhubarb Sauce for me one afternoon recently. I had never heard of such a thing; but, I’m glad she introduced it to me. I adore it.  Considering that our Heirloom Rhubarb Plant (I’ve named it the Venara Rhubarb, after the neighbor that gave it to me – she grew it for nearly 30 years plus!), is going gang-busters! I need an easy way to use up the crop!

 

I did experiment with the recipe and added my own spin on it, also because it’s what I had on hand from my urban farm.

Ingredients:

6 cups of Rhubarb, chopped into ½ -inch slices. (For me this was about four average-sized stalks)

2 cups of spring strawberries, cored, sliced

2 tsps of ground cardamom (trust me, this is the secret to this recipe…don’t skip it!)

1/2 tsp of liquid/powdered stevia (or 1/2 cup organic cane sugar; you could use ½ cup packed brown sugar as a substitute, or appropriate agave nectar).

Directions: 

Pour all the ingredients in a large sauce pan (be sure there’s enough room for you to stir). Cook on a med-low heat until it cooks down. Mine took about 30 minutes.

It’s that simple.  I put what we didn’t eat right away into Ball Freezer Cups. One is in the fridge on in the freezer. I’ll be making more of this soon. We’ve been putting this on plain yogurt with granola and over vanilla ice cream. You could probably use on pancakes or waffles, too. Very, very good and a healthy alternative to chocolate syrup or the fake syrup in the stores.

I’ve probably got about six more harvests this season of the rhubarb. What is your favorite rhubarb recipe?

 

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Harvest Creations: Urban Farmer Herbed Chicken & Greens

Growing season is here. Huzzah! How quickly, too, harvesting starts. I’m still planting, yet, I’m also beginning to get the last of the winter crops and some of the early spring crops. Life on an urban farm is never dull. In fact, sometimes it requires creativity so the efforts of waste-not, want-not are a doable thing.

Last of the Winter Greens and a little rhubarb in their vinegar cleaning bath. The rhubarb was not used in this recipe.

I had in my hands the last of the winter greens:  kale, mustard greens, some winter spinach. As well as some rabe from their last hurrahs. Rabe is that little flowers when the greens bolt. Totally edible and very tasty.  In addition to that the herb garden was exploding with rosemary, thyme, sage, parsley, and chives. I got a fresh chicken pieces from the farmer down in the lower valley and went to town.

I use my crock pot a lot. Because I’m writing or working on the farm or in the art studio more time than I’m in the kitchen, this little “cabin wench” does my bidding so I can grow food, write stories, and create art all while caring for my family. So it was natural for me to take all the fresh meat, herbs and greens and create a dish from it.

Ingredients:

Enough fresh herbs from your garden to fill the bottom of the crock-pot

*Enough chopped, mixed fresh herbs (rosemary, thyme, sage, parsley, and chives — you choose whatever you have from your own urban farm) to cover the bottom of your crock pot. I used my large six-quart slow cooker for this recipe.

*1 large overflowing tablespoon of dijon mustard

*2 tablespoons extra-virgin olive oil (does anyone even sell non-extra-virgin any more?)

*3 to 4 pounds of chicken (if you have a whole one, quarter it; I would also remove the skin; I used skinless, boneless thighs)

*Salt and pepper

*2 slices worth of bacon, diced

*one large onion (I would have preferred red; but, the red wasn’t ready yet — had to use last year’s frozen)

*two bunches (more than a handful is a bunch) kale, collard or mustard greens, stemmed and torn

1 to 1 1/2  cup of stock (I used my “totally not hooch vegetable broth.”)

2 tablespoons of corn starch, with enough water to make a paste

Rice (for serving over later)

Directions:

Spray your crock pot’s bottom and side with cooking spray.

Mix the herbs, dijon mustard, and olive oil in the bottom.

Spread evenly over the bottom.

Add the chicken.

Season with salt and pepper.

Put the bacon and onions over the chicken.

Then put the greens over.

Cover with the chicken stock.  Put crock lid on.

Cook on high for one hour. Stir. Cook on low for 6 more hours. If you have to “fix it and forget it” don’t worry about the cooking on high for one hour. I did that because I had frozen my chicken.
Thirty minutes before serving, make a cornstarch paste with a little bit water to make a thickening paste. (A good cheat for this is you could throw in a can of cream of chicken soup…but I was trying to keep it to things found on the farm….) Put in the paste and stir until smooth. Start your rice cooker.

Serve the Urban Farm Herbed Chicken and Greens over the rice. Very yummy. This should feed about 4 very hungry urban farmers.

Let me know if you try this, and how it works out for you.

This is after the thickening. Looks yummy, yes?

 

Serve over rice for a very delicious and healthy dinner.

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My 2013 Happiness Project: April Wrap-Up & May Focus

Well you can all tell that Urban Farming season is in full-swing. Here it is the 5th of May, the endearing Cinco de Mayo, and I haven’t posted a round-up or a May goals post.

 

:: runs around study screaming for more time ::

 

How did I do in April? Suffice to say, I kicked ass. Despite personal problems in my family life, financial changes…on and on the hurdles were non-stop it seemed, I did good in April as far as My 2013 Happiness Project goes. I almost feel like I set up unfair goals, but, then, again, it was all things I needed to work on:  Try Humor, Make Memories, Unload Useless Stuff, Try New Art.

 

I am well over 85 percent with all the goals – 3 of them over 90 percent. Try New Art presented the hardest problem – and I have lots of unfinished pieces I’ll need to try to complete in May.

 

So what are May’s goals?

 

May:  Playing is Part of Life

 

Quote: “We don’t stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing.” ~ George Bernard Shaw

 

Play Daily

Guitar

Get back on Motorcycle

Get Your Groove Back

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Most of these goals are self-explanatory, save “Get Your Groove Back.”  It’s what some may think it is. Get my sexy back, where my marriage is concerned. But, it also serves a purpose beyond my spouse and I in allowing intimacy to become important in my life, not just with my spouse, but with all my relationships. It will serve a dual purpose in making sure my friends are friends and not just acquaintances –and for those dealing in the social media world, that can be an important distinction. A month of focusing on that, I think should strengthen my martial bond and determine who’s who in my list of loved ones. It may sound brash, but I just don’t have time for fake shit any more. I love it when people come play with me – when they play me…not so much.

 

You may be saying, “Hey, Casz, you have a lot of zeroes on this chart already.” And I would say, “Yeah, I know.”  Like I said, it’s Urban Farming season; therefore, much of my motorcycle time and guitar time have been spent getting my hands in the soil and other back-breaking outdoor work. However yesterday and today, I did some studying for my Motorcycle road test. Because the weather’s been awesome for riding, I’ve also noted that a lot of riders give other riders a bad name because they are lazy or just plain rude when they are on the road. I promise not to be one of those ugly bikers.

 

Guitar. Ugh. I may have to modify that and do ukulele. My fingers hate the guitar strings. But, I did say Guitar. One day I’d like to serenade my beloved with Death Cab For Cutie’s “Follow You Into The Dark.” Maybe I’ll just start with smoke on the water. Hell if the Ramones and Patti Smith can do it, so can I.

 

Wish me luck on May. Leave a comment here and tell me how you’re doing on your New Year’s Resolutions. Was April good to you? How is May shaping up?

 

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National Poetry Month: April 21 to April 30, 2013

I’ve been writing, but posting is another thing. The month continues with many challenges with my son, my business, my ability to stay focused and healthily engaged.  So, here it is May and I have yet to post the rest of April’s poems.  But I did write them. I did learn some things. Not convinced it’s my medium of choice, but it felt good, like a cat stretching in the sun to do it.  I know I’ve grown in my ability to look at things differently and express them in small, concise, or unique ways. It has given me good hope for continued growth.  It allowed me to play with words, concepts, emotions, formats, like a child with blocks:  building it up and knocking it back down. I dealt with serious things and not so serious things.  Hopefully you find some smiles, nods, even a tear or two, or a cheer in these poems below. Here’s to a month of learning and looking forward to May — and continued hopeful progress in the positive direction.  As always your comments are deeply appreciated.  If my compositions have touched you in any way — even in the realm of negative — I want to hear from you. Thank you for reading and spending time with my words. 

April 21, 2013:

 Ride Ends And Love Lost Yore

 (aka Adverb suicide)

 

Really it’s not that hard

Early in the morning you

Attend his funeral

Lying there serene and silent

Lost in a terrible tragedy

Yanked back too soon

Too dead

 

You can’t sty but you must

Leave now

Lose hope

Always

Endear yourself to indecision

RIP, my love

 

April 22, 2013:

 Adverb Demon Exorcizing

 

I really

You really

He really

She really

They really

 

Screw the really

 

Be in the Now

 

April 23, 2013:

Ode to Coffee

Coffee

Java

Espresso

Latte

Mocha

Pour-Over

Cafe

Go-Juice

Rich goodness

Liquid of Modern Goddess

Hot

Divinity

In my cup,

Mug,

Tumbler,

In my mouth,

Bathing my tongue

In the juice of energy

Fuels my world

My view

My life

 

April 24, 2013:

 In the darkness

In the depths

Of your mind

I know you’re there

Trying to get out

Screaming

For release

To be free

Of the pain

The plight

The hand you were dealt

You rage

In the cage

Of your brain

Help

But the words

Come out

Wrong

Go away

Give up

Let it end

 

April 25, 2013:

You know

How do you know

That I’m confused

Or that I’m energized

That I’m saddened

Or that I’m giddy

How do you see

That I’m beautiful

Or that I’m haggard

That I’m strong

Or that I’m weak

How do you hear

That I’m profound

Or that I’m foolish

That I’m excited

Or that I’m agitated

How do you taste

That I’m provocative

Or that I’m parched

That I’m refreshed

Or that I’m exhausted

How do you touch

That I’m eager

Or that I’m weary

That I’m soothed

Or that I’m bored

How do you know

Just how to

See

Hear

Taste

Touch

Me

To know me

 

April 26, 2013:

Oma

Your little frame

Held one hundred

Stones of nervous

Energy

The employers take

Clean

And

Build

In a man’s world

Unschooled always

 

Your tiny feet

Seized thousands

Paths of confused

Markets

The victory of saving

Coupons

And

Clearance

Five-and-Dime or

Lunch counter dreams

 

Your wearied hands

Contained millions of

Stalwart cells

Dividing

The chicken for dinner

Potatoes

And

Carrots

With too much or

Not enough salt

 

Your eight decades

Arrest too many

Favored or unfavored

Memories

The yellow for painting

Dining

Room

Lazy

With too much stuff

Hidden in the basement

 

Your faded photograph

Recall secreted adventures

In black and white and color

Mystery

The story for telling

War

Bride

Twice

Cryptic past found

Veiled by ignorance

 

April 27, 2013:

Change

They cut the trees down yesterday

Chopping down my hope

That this village

Will remain committed to

The Good life

 

The farmer sold his land yesterday

Procuring my acceptance

That this town

Only wants money-grubbing

Developers to Win

 

The young family moved away yesterday

Shifting the landscape

That this neighborhood

Suffers a for-sale sign death

One home at a time

 

Time to turn the tide today

Plant new trees, deeper roots

That this community

Can once again grow hope

Wear greed cancer once lived

 

April 28, 2013:

Wet

Rain

Rain on my mood

Fill my eyes with water

Fill the gutters with pelting

Dowse the cheers, joy

Dowse the land with mud

Quench father winter’s thirst

Quench shadow heart’s humor

Drown my soul in grief

Drown the hope for spring

Rain

Rain

Sink into the river

 

April 29, 2013:

Kitty

I remember Kitty

Soaking Up the Sun

A wink and a smile

Mai Tai in hand

 

She’d cuss like a sailor

Yet soothe skinned knees

Of her two toe-headed boys

Then make wild love

 

She’d stand where others

Dared to tread or park

Preaching Women’s Rights

While ignoring her own

 

She’d declare your beauty

Despite your objections

While fussing about her

Self-loathsome, but divine frame

 

I remember Kitty

Infusion of contradictions

Stirring my world

Capturing my heart

 

April 30, 2013:

Walpurgis Nacht

 

Down by the garden gate

At the end of Witch’s Hollow

A stooped figure tends

Green, lush herbs to create

Alchemical needs

Of the one on the path

Her hands caress the leaf

The fern, the bud, the stalk

The dried and the dead

To flame the fuel

Of life in the

Beltane Fire

Swept together by

Last year’s besom

The stranger’s silhouette

Falls over her frame

“You block my rainbow,”

She coos with a smile

He grunts and sweeps her

Into his burly, wool-covered arms

Sunshine and Shadow

Mingle and Search

For union in the herb patch

Flora and Faunus

Together

Throughout the Night

Until he leaves again

And leaves her to

Burn Bright

Until the cool

Air comes again

Down by the gate,

She’ll wait again

Another bon fire

Another night

For now,

Burn Bright

And grow

Grow

The light

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National Poetry Month: April 16 to April 20, 2013

Once again, I’m keeping up with writing each day, but not necessarily posting them. Here’s nearly a week’s worth. I will post another round after the April 22 black out in support of “Internet Blackout Day” (many website owners, including yours truly, will blackout their websites on April 22 at 6:00AM GMT in protest against CISPA, Cyber Intelligence Sharing and Protection Act).  Enjoy now and after the black out. Please comment, truly, it makes it all worth while. 

April 16, 2013:

Inpatient Buck

I see him running

Chasing his dream

So young, full of flight

He wants it now

 

He’ll work hard

Not a problem

But the reward

Comes so slow

 

It strolls into

His fast life

When he wants

To race to the

 

Finish line doesn’t

Come the way we

Want it, no

It has its own agenda

 

Patience, Young son

Learn all you can

Apply it, and jog

Along side

It’s the journey, not the destination

 

April 17, 2013:

Tea Party

Set the teapot

Warm the flame

Check the Scones

Adjust the curtains

 

New Neighbors and Acquaintances

 

Drink the liquid gold

Hot cheeks, laughter flushed

Nibbling sweet treats

Open hearts and minds

 

New friends and conspirators

 

April 18, 2013:

Growing Roses

Sixty-five years of rose bushes

On the south side of the house

On the north side of Detroit

Gloved 85-year-old hands shake

As my young buck arms hold

The debris bucket

You talk about all the children

Rambling Red,

White Rugosa,

Lily Pons,

And, Margaret Chase

You sing hymns as you

Make cuttings for the

Church, Neighbors

Too bad I don’t have

A place to put a cutting

You say

The world is so different now

Not batter

It’s how

You say

Emphasize

 

Different

 

Roses, they are always beautiful

You treat them right

They bloom brilliant and full

They hold still to paint

Not people

They move and people disappoint

My seat gives away my disgust

Yet I remain mute and empty the bucket

 

Roses can’t hug

Roses can’t hold the

Bucket or Listen to

You bitch

 

But I remain, because

I hope my presence shows you

Roses

Aren’t the only thing

You got.

 

April 19, 2013:

Tough

What is tough?

 

Is it survive the war?

Is it survive the day?

Is it survive the abuse?

Is it survive the disaster?

Is it survive the fight?

Is it survive the meal?

 

The job?

The marriage?

 

You?

Me?

 

Or is it something different

For everyone?

All I know is that I’m

Still here

And

That’s a

Good start

 

April 20, 2013:

Painting Life Scenes

The red ball

Is tossed in

Rich Green Grass

It bounces near a rusty

Wagon

Chased again by

Golden dog

Nudged into

White-spoked

Wheels of Tricycles

While Skinned knees

And smudged Sneakers

Hound a wiggling tail and the

Globe of Joy

Behind the Crimson barn

Memories glow

In sunshine

A slice of my

Life,

Worry-free

A light in

The dark

Just follow

The bouncing ball

in the

lush lawn of

Life.

 

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