Rebuild from Depression Blog

Purslane: An omega-3 garden surprise

2008-07-05T13:43:46Z

The garden has had a slow start this summer, but we have had an abundant and welcome collection of volunteer purslane. Many people refer to purslane by its more common name, "weed." Purslane, however, is a great vegetable source of omega-3 fatty acids, the alpha linoleic acid form. Omega-3 fatty acids build our brains; clinical trials have shown them to be effective in fighting depression. Packaged as purslane, omega-3 fatty acids also make a great stir fry. We fried some up with a small zucchini and yellow crookneck, the first bit of produce from our garden. I highly recommend purslane and you can find it literally anywhere -- even growing out of the cracks in your sidewalk. (It is that sprawling weed in the picture above.) According to a recent New York Times Magazine article (also discussed at The Ethicurean), these weeds could be the food of the future with climate change.

Fruit: For the birds? Try plastic bags

2008-07-04T02:57:21Z

Our family orchard has three trees that are already bearing fruit. I look forward to the fruit but I do not look forward to fighting the birds for the fruit. I don't mind sharing but birds have a way of clearing a tree. We have gone to great trouble to net our trees. but fussing with each free net is not my idea of entertainment. In fact, we could not face the nets this year.

As our cherries began to ripen and I wondered how many we would actually eat, our friend Gerry happened by one day and discussed her orchard in the context of sampling her apricot jam. She mentioned casually, "I save those plastic bags from the grocery store and tie them to the tree limbs. They scare the birds away!"

The sun had not set that day when I noticed our cheery tree cluttered with plastic grocery bags.

That was a few weeks ago and I have made it my duty to spend at least 10 minutes with that tree every day enjoying those cherries. I look forward to the nectarines and plums.

Un-charred, breathing easy

2008-07-04T02:23:42Z

We have are returned from a six-day trip to Southern California, a trip to escape some of the smokiest air I have had to live in. In the past week, our little area of the Sequoia National Forest has seen four small fires. We also have on-going smoke from the Clover Fire to the east in the high Sierra. The first fire was just 2 miles away and inspired our departure. Another struck while we were gone. The third and fourth fires hit as we were returning home. ( The fourth was actually itty-bitty and for those who follow milk shenanigans on this website might find it interesting trivia that the fourth fire was on the property where the Vander Eyk heifers graze in the winter.)

The trip was a great escape for me. Before this trip, I had only left the forest on three one-day trips. I was stir crazy (but without a lot of energy). As it turned out, I spent my days in Southern California much like I do here: resting and doing data analysis. I did manage one movie and one trip to the outlet mall because that's what I hear city people do. I also needed shoes. Who knew shoes could cause a mid-life crisis. Read on for fire and shoe pictures.

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The outlet mall was in Carlsbad and the outlet store was Merrell. I was actually replacing a wonderful pair of green suede Merrell shoes and thought that the Merrell outlet would be the perfect place to look. My constraint is that I wear a custom orthotic that must fit inside issue. The shoe must have heel support and must be wide enough for the orthotic. What I discovered was that not only did my foot not fit a Merrell shoe with my orthotic, but not a single Merrell shoe fit my foot. To make matters worse, I was exhausted, I was wearing my garden shoes, and most certainly did not look my most presentable. the sales rep said, "Are you finding everything okay, young lady?" Just to be clear, she was not fooled that I was actually a young lady. In fact, this was the first time in my life that anybody has felt the need to help me feel better about myself by giving me such an obvious false compliment. It did not help matters that I ended up with a pair of frumpy black sneakers. They are Rockport, so they are serving me well in the comfort department, but they will likely only add to future false compliments. For the curious, the new black shoes are pcitured at left, the garden shoes in the middle, and the sole-worn Merrells at right.

The shoe excitement was far surpassed in the last 30 minutes of our trip when we happened upon a smoldering grass fire. The land where the Vander Eyk heifers spend their winter was threatened with a small fire on the shoulder of the road. To our surprise, a firefighter told us that the real fire was a mile up the road. Indeed, we could see logs smoldering but the fire was entirely contained by the time we passed. The road has been under construction and it was actually the road crew that spot at the fire initially, called it in, and try to put it out. A member of the road crew said to me, "We would've had the fire out had a gust of wind not come." my husband plans to recommend the crew to the county for some sort of commendation. That fire had huge potential. As it was, and three of the approximately 20 fire engines that responded to the fire got to stay out all night monitoring it. We have since discovered that we missed yet another fire while we were gone.

Still alive and even "smoking"

2008-06-26T19:44:20Z

Diane posted days ago asking for an update and, finally, I’ll pop out my head to say that I’m still here and actually doing fairly well. I work two to three hours each day on my data business. On occasion I work zero hours on data. The rest of the day I work on yard work, lie in a hammock, or watch the latest from Netflix. Most days in my pregnant state I do wonder how the human race has ever perpetuated itself. My mental state is pretty good but I expect that is in large part due to my schedule. On the one time each month that I venture from my place here in the Sequoia National Forest to civilization, I do get a bit frazzled and overly tired. My solution: don’t go. After months of “not going,” I have had a bit of cabin fever, a strange thing to have in the summer. I’ve been complaining over the last week about being a shut-in. I suppose we should all be careful what we wish for. We are actually packing the car now (I’m on a break) to find fresher air in the Los Angeles basin. That is a sentence that I would have never thought I would ever form, but here we are. I’ve mentioned that forest fire is our biggest natural threat here and that the local rangers tell us “It’s not a matter of ‘if’ but ‘when.’” We a due west of the Clover fire burning in the Golden Trout Wilderness and further east to highway 395. Weather patterns are bringing us quite a bit of smoke and socking it in. The Clover fire is no threat to us now and it is unlikely it will become one. However, we did have some excitement early yesterday morning when a grass fire started about three miles away on Forest Service land. We could see the smoke plumes and the air got much worse. We had our evacuation list ready but luckily did not need to pack the cars. The fire was within a mile of a ranger station and half of the local population (all employed by the Forest Service) descended on the fire within minutes. The fire lasted for about three hours before it was put out completely. It did add a good bit of smoke to our smoky air. My weather-watching uncle called us this morning and offered us refuge from the smoke. He says it may clear by Saturday and we considered waiting it out, but my lungs hurt a bit, my son has sudden allergy symptoms, and my husband has a mild case of asthma. I figure we can cure a few symptoms and cabin fever at the same time. My uncle and aunt live north of San Diego and should have great air tomorrow. Today we’ll seek refuge in the Los Angeles area. I hear they have places called "restaurants" and "stores." I'll have to check those out.

The second "annual" celebration of Mercury's birthday tomorrow

2008-05-30T01:00:17Z

Back in March I retold the first "annual" celebration of Mercury's birthday. (Yes, that's Mercury the planet and, no, this is not a pagan ritual as far as I know.) My son Frederick, always in search of birthdays since they tend to come with cake and ice cream, decided to celebrate Mercury's birthday. Conveniently, Mercury orbits the sun every 88 days and, thus, requires more birthday celebrations than the rest of us.

Our first celebration of Mercury's birthday found us secretly ribbing Postmaster Dean using the community's "Burma Shave signs," signs usually dedicated to announcing events such as a community dinner. We flew remote control airplanes at the local school and ended our day at a cowboy bar eating dollar tacos and telling the cowboys about our birthday celebration. It may have been the first time I have seen my father embarrassed.

On the schedule for the second annual celebration is an ice cream give-away at the post office at about 11:30 tomorrow (Friday). Everyone in the community picks up their mail and loiters around at that time. It is the perfect opportunity to spread the word about the birthday celebration. Word spreads pretty easily up here, by the way. To let everyone know you're pregnant, you can either post something on the Burma Shave signs (which frankly I hadn't considered and now I find myself a bit disappointed that I missed an opportunity) or just tell someone at a local bar.

All of this is to say that if you don't do something fun and quirky this week in honor of Mercury's birthday, you are missing out.

Summer garden: Waiting on the sun

2008-05-28T16:21:19Z

Mom and Frederick planted seeds back in April which are now ready to burst out of their pots and garden beds if only they had some sunshine. The heat wave in mid-May that caused them to leap out of their six packs was replaced by an unseasonal cold spell.

When the sun does hit, we are set to be over-run with produce. We planned a small garden for the season because we were "too busy" for anything bigger. We just don't seem to do much around here that is small. The garden plans have mushroomed. I do not know exactly how many tomato plants we will have but I did overhear a conversation between my mom and husband,

"Sander, could you please pick up seventeen tomato cages when you're in town?"

I expect we had quite a few tomato cages already and now we have seventeen more.

My mom has been collecting seed for a "perfect tomato" for our area and has quite an assortment of heirlooms. What is great about the tomatoes is that we can plant them in our orchard under the young trees and water both at the same time. It really gets better because a hen house sits in the middle of the orchard. Then hens fertilize the crops and do not bother the tomatoes. It doesn't get much better than that (except that we move the tomatoes around so this tomato nirvana only comes around every few years).

With a wedding at this house in a short two months from now, we have another garden area planted with summer vegetables and wedding flowers. We could probably serve fresh garden produce to the 180 people coming to visit, though I do have plans to eat most of it myself.

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Memorial Day grill: Burgers, of course

2008-05-26T17:58:40Z

I’m rounding out my first trimester and I am ready to eat burger. It’s great that my food needs and Memorial Day weekend have coincided. The grill is ready for the season and the burger is thawing. The biggest question is whether we'll have to fight the rain to get to the grill. There is always the stove top. The burgers for the weekend will not only be good, but they will also be local. This beef was brought to us by a steer raised about two miles from here, on land with year-round pasture. Since the steer was finished on grain for only a couple of weeks, it tends to be very lean and a little more tough than the burger you would find at SaveMart. We add a lot of onion to the beef and call it good. My mom has experimented with a bunch of different hamburger approaches with this beef, but I find that many taste more like meatloaf. I like a more pure burger taste myself even if (or even because) the grease doesn’t drip down my cheek. I think I’ll have about five burgers today, one for me and about four for the baby of course. More on beef: Vitamin and mineral content of beef Omega 3 fatty acids in beef Moroccan beef recipe

Cattle on the range: Grass fed beef and Omega 3

2008-05-23T16:56:26Z

This time of year in California’s cattle country in the Sierra Nevada, we don’t see a lot of cattle. Ranchers have either sold their younger feeder cattle or have moved their herd to higher elevations in the Sequoia National Forest where they will summer on grassy ranges. Every summer I look for the perfect picture of cattle grazing in the Sequoias and I continue my hunt this season. We buy a steer every couple of years from one of the local ranchers and typically have him finished on grain for a few weeks. The grain finishing reduces the Omega 3 fatty acids in the meat, but the steer never had a whole lot of Omega 3s to begin with (see Omega 3 fatty acid levels in grass fed beef). You can read here about a steer we bought last winter when “I met my meat.” So while I’d like to claim that I buy the steer grass finished and buy it for the Omega 3 fatty acids, we actually have grained them a bit before slaughter and I also recognize that if I am really after Omega 3s, I should look to an animal that swims a little better than a steer (see fish and Omega 3 fatty acids). We buy the beef like we do to avoid that whole feedlot stage with the food we are eating. It just seems like a crummy place to live if you’re a steer and it makes more sense to put the money directly in the hands of the rancher. Of course, he will only sell me a live steer which gives me the excitement of hiring people like Ted and taking pictures like the one below.

I unleashed BarfBlog on pregnant Tori Spelling

2008-05-22T21:39:47Z

To do my part in contributing to bacteria-phobia, I asked Doug Powell at BarfBlog whether we pregnant folks should be eating Baskin-Robbins soft serve ice cream (see my post). The company gave away soft serve cones yesterday (“Bump Day”) to pregnant customers. Powell recommends avoiding the soft serve treat. He mentioned soft serve as being on the “avoid” list in Australia and describes the “dirty machine” problem I speculated about. He also poked Baskin-Robbins' celebrity spokesperson:

I have no idea why they targeted expectant moms, or why they recruited a pregnant Tori Spelling as spokesthingy.

After making the celebrity news rounds today because of Powell’s post, Baskin Robbins says the only risk of listeria is from improper pasteurization. Of course, that assumes the employees know how to clean out the machines. I asked a food safety expert here in California if I faced a greater risk from soft serve ice cream than from outsourced raw milk. He declined to comment. For my own part, I did not partake of the Baskin Robbins deal yesterday. With a population of a few hundred people here in the Sequoia National Forest, we have to stick with the scoop sort of ice cream when the General Store happens to be open. We also have the option of making our own. I will admit that I did eat something on the obsessively-avoid list and was somewhat pleased that food obsession does not yet rule my pregnancy. For some of us, I expect the obsession holds a greater risk than the potential for bacteria. (But yes, I am still pretty obsessive.)

Gardening with children: Passing on the wisdom

2008-05-19T16:13:42Z

Another gardening post from mom: I got my love for gardening from my grandmother who planted pansies and lettuce together every spring. By the time the pansies were full and spreading, we had eaten up lettuce. For my 9th birthday I planted my first garden. Too bad Nanna lived three states away. She would have given me some great advice to ensure a great garden. Oh well! In my enthusiasm, I pulled up the carrots every couple of days to see how they were doing. Fortunately, I spent the better part of the summer with my grandmother, so the over-inspected carrots had a chance to do their thing. My parents ate them before my return. They assured me the carrots were terrific. ]]> Victory Garden Drive.

Free soft serve ice cream?

2008-05-16T00:01:00Z

I just couldn't resist, sitting here responding comments on my big announcement post, drinking seltzer and thinking about ice cream: On May 21 Baskin Robbins is giving away soft serve ice cream to pregnant women so I hear from Slashfood. They are calling it "Bump Day," a play on the phrase "Hump Day." It is a Wednesday after all and I assume you need to show your "bump" to qualify. But before you run out for the free treat, soft serve ice cream is actually on the list of foods to avoid when you are pregnant which makes this campaign seem a bit nutty. The soft serve machines aren't always squeaky clean and apparently there is some chance of getting zapped by listeria. Perhaps this is just one of the many pregnancy myths and the Baskin Robbins machines will be squeaky-clean next week. Perhaps Barf Blog or some food safety watchdog will let us know if we should just put out a couple bucks for the scoops of ice cream instead or make our own. It would sure be ashame to risk listeriosis over soft serve ice cream, but that may be because I am a scoop gal.

95% excitement and 5% fear: A baby in December

2008-05-14T14:41:53Z

I am remembering a line from the movie “Armageddon” where the oil drillers are being shuttled into space to break up the asteroid threatening the Earth. As they belt up and prepare to be launched into space, one driller asks the other “How are you feeling?” “95% excitement and 5% fear. Or is it 95% fear and 5% excitement? I don’t know and that’s part of what makes it so exciting!” I don’t know if I am feeling more fear or excitement, but it’s definitely a combination of the two. It looks like we may well be having a baby in December. When I shared our news with my dad (“I’m having a baby, Dad.”), he said, “Oh really? What kind of baby?” “I am hoping for a humanoid baby.” The conversation meandered in a strange sort of way and I finally said, “Dad, I’m pregnant.” The look of shock on his face was priceless. When your only pregnancy resulted in psychosis, when that child reaches grade school, and when you are pressing the boundaries of human fertility, this sort of news can catch people off guard. We are a baby-deficient family, however, with only two children now on my mom’s side, one of which was born just two weeks ago. My husband’s parents have a total of three grandchildren. My own parents have one grandchild and no others in sight until now. They share the 95% excitement. Estate planning]]> Avoiding the worst with “The List” I don’t expect to end up in the clinker because what the six years and an entire book project have given me is a whole lot of perspective. I have lived two-and-a-half years without a major down-cycle because I have figured out what drives them and I establish structures to avoid them. A big part of the plan is rest, exercise, and sunshine. I did the exercise well the first time around but I maintained all of my work expectations. I lived under a great deal of stress. This time around, we have counted our money and tightened our budget. I won’t work at all for about nine months unless I want to. Our business income is down anyway because of the recession, so rather than hustling more business, I’ll just spend my time being pregnant and caring for a baby. I expect I’ll post on this blog and I may develop some data products for my data business. Neither project will have deadlines. A key change since the last round is our attitude about the energy women expend growing a baby. That is where “The List” comes in. This is a list my husband agreed to a year or more ago in the context of “if we ever have another baby.” I think he had forgotten the list and got one of those “deer-in-the-headlight” looks when I brought it up recently. But he’s on board. Everyone is pretty motivated to avoid a re-run of the first time around. The original list is below, though I have already decided to take some months off work entirely, through much of the third trimester and the first four months postpartum. “The List” aka Future Baby Agreement 1) If I say I need something, the correct response is: "I will figure out how to make that happen." The incorrect responses are "Are you sure?" or "How much will that cost?" 2) Do not expect me to earn more than $XX a month (5-8 hours of work each week). I cannot be a money machine and a baby machine at the same time. If other money needs to be made, someone else needs to do it. And if my demands from item #1 on the list exceed my own earning power, that should not be my problem. 3) If we need more funds to pay for #1 on the list, reducing retirement savings is far better than me going bananas. Retirement is still decades away. The mental institution is just a few miles away. 4) If it becomes unreasonable for me to earn even $XX a month, then revert to #1 on the list. 5) Should I earn more than $XX a month, the excess will pay for additional household staff at my discretion. 6) I will not require us to move to a deserted island during my pregnancy so that you can harvest wild seafood for my dinner while I bask in the sun. Though it is my pregnancy fantasy, I won't make it a requirement under Item #1. It would, however, make a handsome holiday gift. Progress so far I will be wrapping up the first trimester and am happy to report that my worst days this time around are nearly as good as my best days in my other pregnancy. I have been tired and nauseous but nothing out of the ordinary. I spend the first few hours each morning attempting to bust out work and spend the rest of the day doing light gardening. My son and I spend a lot of time in “our office.” That is the secret codeword for “the hammock.” I don’t know why I didn’t make it my office long ago. I find myself pretty lucky that I am pregnant in the first place and have the luxury of hammock time.

Heirloom tomatoe plants by mail order: A little bit of heaven

2008-05-12T23:18:44Z

Mom has been gardening up a storm and wrote the following about tomatoes: Some heirlooms show up in nurseries this time of year, but not many varieties. After several discouraging years of hunting, I decided to mail-order several varieties. Being able to order one of each variety allows us to taste-test and determine our short-list. From past garden adventures we know that green zebra, pineapple and purple Russian are sure winners. We also know that IF we can find these tomatoes at the farmers’ market, they are selling for about $4 a pound. Shoot, we eat a couple of pounds in one meal! Heirlooms still have great flavor and interesting colors. The hybrids are developed to be heavy producing, easy handling money-makers. I go for flavor and looks! You will, too, when you find the varieties that fit you palate. With heirlooms we also have the opportunity to collect seed. Most heirlooms remain true, even when planted near other varieties. That is probably the only reason we still have heirlooms! Now these tiny mail-order plants have arrived about a month too early, in the middle of April. Spring is late in stabilizing here in the Sierra Nevada foothills, witnessed by last week’s brief snow. Our solution: We put the plants into 4-inch pots with good soil and placed the pots under a small greenhouse cover. The plants joined some seedlings of tomatoes from our own saved seed of last season. This is so much fun…almost addictive. The greenhouse cover was a gift from my brother when he moved to a home that had a full greenhouse set up. Before his gift, I used simple solutions like rigging up some temporary sides to the tomato shelter, then covering it with 4mil plastic. Both solutions work well. Temperatures are finally becoming more stable and the soil is warming, so we will move the tomato guests into the orchard to grow beneath some young fruit trees. Lots of sun there. And, tomatoes are sun-lovers. I’m already thinking about some of the dishes I’ll put together with those tomato treasures. Nothing is more beautiful than chunks of Green Zebra, Red Mortgage Lifter, and Yellow Pineapple tossed together with crushed garlic, olive oil, a bit of vinegar, ribbons of basil, and crushed sea salt. Oh my!

Happy Mother's Day

2008-05-12T14:44:31Z

Happy belated Mother's Day all you mothers! Here's a Mother's Day card for you. I spent the weekend in the garden and on the hammock. It doesn't get much better than that. :)

Perhaps spring is not here after all

2008-05-08T17:35:16Z

Excited that the road was open to the High Sierra, I packed sandwiches, salad, a six year old, and a sixty-eight year old into my car and headed to the Trail of a Hundred Giants. We got within two miles of the trail when we were stopped by “Road Closed” signs. A sign of spring here is the lack of these "Road Closed" signs, so we've got another week or two of "winter." With cold sandwiches and few options, we drove about fifteen minutes down the only open road to Johnsondale and happened upon their privately-owned, timeshare-like ranch. For the cost of interest in buying into the ranch, we were able to picnic on the grounds. It is a cowboy ranch with a shooting range, archery range, horseback riding, fishing, boating, tennis, and volleyball for members. On Saturday nights you can two-step in the saloon to the live country music. The security guard tells me that the saloon does not come complete with drunken brawls. As we picnicked, I said, “Dad, you really need to buy into this place. Surely you could bring guests.” I discussed how reasonable the buy-in cost would be for him. As we packed the car, we ran into the general manager: Dennis, my dad’s good friend from a whole other time in his life. Dennis gave us the skinny on the property, along with a cabin tour. We missed the Trail and must wait longer for spring to begin officially around here, but as a nice tradeoff, I could be on horseback sooner than expected.