Down By The Creekbank and Pear Ginger Soda

Down By The Creekbank and Pear Ginger Soda

Happy Friday to you!

I woke this morning to SNOW!!! I could hardly believe it. So of course I had to listen to Christmas music and sip hot apple vanilla tea and nibble on dark chocolate. It just had to be done. 😉

How are you today? How was your week? Are you oh so ready for some down time this weekend?

I’ve been so wretchedly sick this week but there have been such bright spots along the way that I can’t stop grinning when I think of them.

Like an afternoon spent by the creek, admiring the new leaves and brilliant yellow blossoms, and watching a muskrat busy himself. He scrabbled about for foliage on the creek bank, secured a wad of leaves in his mouth, then slid into the water and paddled across to his home under the forsythia. If I had to live on a creek bank, I’d be pleased as punch to have a bright yellow forsythia guarding the entrance.

I’m not a fan of tagging in nature, but I had to smile at this cheery heart spray painted on the side of a tree.

I’m avoiding too much sugar these days, so I’ve been concocting all sorts of fresh juices like mango, apple, and clementine, and mixing them with soda water to make drinks that feel like something special. My favorite one this week was Pear Ginger Soda made with bright green pears, fresh ginger and several glugs of club soda. Served in a fancy-shmancy glass it made me feel quite spoiled.

What little thing are you going to spoil yourself with this weekend?

PS – I’ve been upgrading my blog and all sorts of things this week. Those bright colored buttons to the right will link you up with all of them should you be interested in connecting through places like Flickr, Tumblr, and YouTube. I’d love to join you there. 🙂

Pear Ginger Soda

Ingredients:

1 pear, washed and cored
1 inch piece of fresh ginger, peeled and chopped
1 cup club soda, chilled

Directions:

  1. Juice pear and fresh ginger together.
  2. Pour into fancy goblet and add club soda.
  3. Stir to mix and drink happily.
Pink by the Creek and Asparagus Roasted Tomato Quiche

Pink by the Creek and Asparagus Roasted Tomato Quiche

Hello dear ones. 🙂

Yesterday I had a good day, a beautiful day, all sunshiny and happy with an extra long lunch hour. I was finally well enough to get out a bit, so I drove to one of our city parks and found a bench right near the creek. I just sat for a good, long while, grinning my head off as I basked in the feel of sun on my face and the sounds of gurgling creek, kids dashing about, and wind rustling through the trees. It was so good to be part of the world again.

Pink was the color of the day with profusions of cheery blossoms everywhere, their papery petals so striking against the vivid green and velvety leaves.

Even the magnolias were out, the tightly wrapped buds reaching up for the sun, just waiting for one more day or two before they burst into bloom. Who would think that such thick fuzzy husks would hold such glorious blossoms. They remind me of rich ladies shedding their fur coats to reveal gossamer evening gowns. 🙂

With all that lovely fresh air and sunshine I was happy to dig into my lunch, a scrumptious hodge-podge of a quiche I had thrown together with leftover bits and bobs in my fridge: 5 eggs, oven-roasted tomatoes, crispy roast asparagus, flaked salmon, and creamy chevre. Mmm, mmm, good! Add a few drops of green Tabasco and it’s a perfect spring-is-really-here celebratory meal.

What is your favorite thing to eat after an afternoon at the park?

Gluten-Free Asparagus Roasted Tomato Quiche

Ingredients:

5 eggs
8-10 oven-roasted tomato halves (click here for recipe)
handful roasted asparagus (steamed will work just as well), chopped into bite-sized pieces
1/2 cup salmon, flaked
1/2 cup Chevre, chunked (feta would work well too)
seasoning salt

Directions:

  1. Preheat oven to 375 degrees F.
  2. Beat eggs with seasoning salt. Set aside.
  3. In greased pie plate layer tomatoes, asparagus, salmon and chevre.
  4. Pour beaten egg over ingredients, jostle them a bit to let the egg get in all the cracks.
  5. Bake for 45 minutes.
How to Road Trip Safely through Albania

How to Road Trip Safely through Albania

There’s nothing quite like taking a wrong turn in Albania only to have your vehicle surrounded by gypsies trying to crawl in the open windows.

It happened in the spring two years ago when my brother Ryan and I and 5 of our friends were on a road trip through the Balkans, driving a 9-passenger van through countries like Bosnia, Croatia and Montenegro.

We’d already accidentally driven through a Bosnian military encampment, suffered wounds from sea urchins in Croatia, and eaten who knows what in the middle of who knows where, but nothing prepared us for the wild adventures we were about to have in Albania.

Our adventures began at the border between Montenegro and Albania. Thanks to the naughty rental car company we only had a facsimile of our agreement instead of the original. Apparently this is verboten at every border crossing in the Balkans and caused us no end of grief. The Montenegrins didn’t want to let us out because they told us the Albanians would only send us back again.

For two hours we waited as my brother flashed his Cheshire grin and used his halting Russian to try to communicate. Finally they let us through. The Albanians weren’t any happier with the situation, but Stacey, Ryan and I beamed happily at them from the front seat and at long last our passports were stamped and we were in Albania!!!

The moment we crossed the border our GPS ceased to work and our map was in Montenegrin but we didn’t care. We were in Albania!!!

It was dusk and it felt like we had stepped back in time. It seemed everyone was out and about. Old ladies in head to toe black shepherding their cattle, old men in suit jackets and caps strolling along with scythes over their shoulders, and young bucks checking out the girls from their goat carts as they clip-clipped down the street. It was splendid.

(Forgive the blurry shot! Twas a tad difficult to capture clear images whilst careening over potholes.)

Alas, only moments later we missed our first turn and headed straight down a one-way alley filled with gypsy families. The whole crowd burst into laughter pointing back the other way and shouting, “Tiranë! Tiranë!” referring to the capital city.

Hordes of laughing boys swarmed the van trying to climb in the open windows, reaching their scrawny arms in to grab anything that wasn’t nailed down, and hanging on tight for a ride. Stacey, our intrepid driver, muscled her way through the crowd without squashing anyone while Ben leaped to our rescue, prying off clinging fingers and shutting the windows.

The encounter was unsettling and we laughed shakily as we breathed deep to steady our racing hearts. Our fears were forgotten however, replaced by awe as we drove over a rickety bridge and continued our way to Tiranë, delighting in the rugged landscape, fascinating people, and an ancient fortress atop a hill.

I had read somewhere that it was best to arrive in Tiranë before dark since the city’s power supply often quits leaving the city in darkness. Unfortunately our kerfuffle at the border had delayed us two hours and by the time we arrived it was pitch black.

Imagine for a moment a capital city. Instead of paved streets you have dirt ones with potholes so big you can barely drive 15 mph. All the street lamps and traffic lights are out, and there is no illumination from nearby buildings because their power is out as well. There is nary a street sign to be seen, and the road is filled not only with vehicles but sheep, cows, donkeys, carts of every description, and people everywhere. It was sheer glorious madness.

With no street signs to guide us we did the next best thing: stopping at every gas station we could find to ask for help. The Albanians were lovely! They couldn’t speak a lick of English but happily clustered over our map and sent us hither and thither throughout the city, down streets that dead-ended in a crowd of young toughs, through neighborhoods clinging to the hillside, until at last we arrived at our hotel close to midnight.

Our welcome there erased every bit of fear, anxiety and stress that had built up over the last few hours. Beaming smiles and warm hugs from our hosts made us feel like long lost relatives instead of complete strangers.

To this very day, just thinking about our hosts at the Vila Baron brings a smile to our faces and a collective, “Awww, I LOVED them!”.

Next time I’ll tell you all about them. 🙂

How to Road Trip safely through Albania:

  1. Have original documents for rental vehicle and keep them secure.
  2. Carry a map AND GPS.
  3. Have print outs of your hotel addresses so you can show them to someone in case you need directions.
  4. Drive slowly. The roads can be horrendous.
  5. Recruit all passengers to help the driver avoid animals, people, and carts in the roadway.
  6. Choose a hotel with secure parking included.
  7. When possible drive in day time.
  8. Carry an Albanian phrase book so you can communicate with the people you meet.
  9. Stop often to take pictures of this fabulous country.

 

In Memorium

In Memorium

My dear friend Herb died unexpectedly this weekend at 66. I still can’t believe he’s gone.

He was like a beloved uncle or a second dad, the one who teased me unmercifully but would drop everything to help if I needed anything.

Born into an Orthodox Jewish family, Herb was ordained an Orthodox rabbi at 18. He converted to Christianity late in life and was painfully shunned by his family and community, the same community described by Chaim Potok in his book “The Chosen.”

He found a new family and life with his wife Kathy and the homeless men and women he encountered through his prodigious work with the Rescue Mission.

That’s where I met him, as a young newspaper reporter for the Merced Sun-Star in California.

Herb was truly a force of nature. Much too smart for his own good, he could talk circles around the most learned scholars. We had splendid discussions and he took great delight in baiting me and getting my dander up.

Although no longer Orthodox, Herb still abstained from eating pork. But that didn’t stop his friends and family from filling his office with every bit of pig-related paraphernalia you can imagine. He loved it!

Herb talked a mile a minute and always seemed to be thinking of ten things at once, but he was also exceptionally observant and a good listener. If you even hinted at a need in your life or someone else’s, he was already on his phone taking care of it. He would not take no for an answer in seeking help for others, always managing to find clothing, food, money, shelter, and jobs for them when no one else could.

Most of all he loved his family, his friends, his God, and anyone in need. Even total strangers were simply friends he hadn’t met yet. Herb loved as he lived: confidently with utter devotion and an uncanny ability to overcome obstacles. He was like a hedgehog, seemingly prickly on the outside but an absolute teddy bear inside. I shall miss answering my phone and hearing him say brusquely, “What do you want?” 🙂

Herb called me the day he died, but I was too sick to answer and planned to call him back the next day. I was heartsick to know I’d never have that chance. So I cried, aching for Kathy, for Herb’s step-daughter and my friend Lisa, and grieving the loss of Herb from all our lives. Then I got a little smile as I remembered that Herb believed in heaven and was up there having the time of his life wishing the rest of us would hurry up and join him already! So I wiped my tears and asked God if he could please pass on a message for me, then said all the things I didn’t get the chance to say.

I am so grateful to have known this man. My life is better because he was in it, and I miss him already.