Funnily Enough…



In the past several weeks we have experienced all manner of food. In the course of traveling across the entire United States via Amtrak, about the best food that we encountered was food carried along with us (like the Goji Berry Trail Mix, given by our chiropractor in a burst of foresight). Kashi bars were our best source of nutrition compared to the food on the train.

After the train we feared even worse, as we’d heard horror stories from just about everybody who’d ever been traveling. Well … we’ve found the horror stories to be unfounded. The things done to the vegetables may make us cringe (roasted tomatoes with breakfast?), but vegetables seem to be fairly plentiful, and quite well prepared.

I think that about the most interesting thing we’ve discovered so far is that prepared foods in the UK appear to have far lower amounts of sodium than their American counterparts. This seems to be true both of packaged foods and of foods prepared in restaurants.

Now that we’ve found a flat we’re looking forward to exploring a bit more & to cooking for ourselves. Our things should arrive some time within the next several weeks – hopefully before classes begin – and we’ll be making a real effort to get everything settled. At some point in there we’ll figure out where to get film developed, and will be able to start posting pictures not taken with a mobile phone camera!

Off to meet India for lunch. More anon.

Wish We Were Baking

Well, food has definitely been on the back burner here for over a month … but we’re certainly looking forward to being able to bake once again! It’s one thing to be eating your own food, created with limited resources; it’s quite another to eat someone else’s food for days on end!

… [Find out why Here]

Soon, we keep telling ourselves. Soon we’ll be settling in, and able to cook again. Truly, we Wish We Were Baking!

Mad Maize

The cupboards are growing bare. This is a GOOD thing. Moving – and planning to live off only what you have in your cabinets (like many people try and knit off of their “stash”) has been an exercise in creativity. We are not big warehouse-market people (which is why living in the UK might be easier for us than some), but we do tend to have a lot of “staples” around – the usual things that settlers carried in wagons going West: flour, oats, and beans. We also had an unprecedented amount of cornmeal.


I’d say I don’t know how that happened, but that would be a falsehood most dire. It happened because Himself is …er, shall we say Observationally Challenged, and tends to buy things he needs for a recipe, regardless of whether or not said recipe item is already present in the pantry. If a recipe calls for cornmeal? We have polenta, finely ground white cornmeal, grits, and regular yellow cornmeal. AND corn tortilla “breadcrumbs.” I have been endeavoring to use these odds and ends, together with fresh stuff from the farmer’s market, to create enticing meals. The success rate thus far has been …mixed.

Sure, sure, I can make polenta. I can use the cornmeal to thicken soups, etc. I can use the tortilla crumbs to bread tofu. But I said ‘enticing’ meals, right? We are SO BORED not being able to have the full range of our kitchen available to us. We are also SO TIRED at the end of packing, cleaning, selling and other ‘-ings,’ so we really need healthy comfort-food.


Years ago when we lived in the North Bay Area (Yay, Santa Rosa!), our market had a large Indian section, and I learned the joy that is chana-battered onions, baked. (We had them served deep fried at an Indian restaurant, onion bhajji, and they are evilly addictive — so, baked it is.) Now, this flour you may know by other names but chickpea flour = besan (flour) = gram flour = cici flour = chana dal or dal flour = garbanzo bean flour – (it’s all about the same thing, though I am by no means an expert and would urge you to ask a friend from the Southern part of Asia.), and after years of using this flour for various things, I found that I had about four cups left. Four cups of chana flour… acres of cornmeal… Sounded like cornbread to me.

I layered a healthy sausage alternative on the bottom of the pan, mixed fresh corn from our leftover corn-on-the-cob meal (eaten before I looked in the cabinet and gaped at the surfeit of maize), with sweet onions and topped it with the chana flour and cornmeal bread, and voilà! It was really TASTY, and surprisingly light. No measurements were involved (I am down to a single plastic measuring cup, no spoons, even), but I have a smidge more of the crucial ingredients (and baking powder!), and I hope to reproduce this one on the weekend.


So heady was my savory cornbread experience, I rushed to create another one in a sweeter form. The first difference is that I believe measuring matters when using finely ground white cornmeal. It’s not like polenta, where you can fudge it and bodge in a few more cups of water or meal as needed. Fine-ground cornmeal is oddly like… sand. It doesn’t seem like it’s all that wet, or dry, until suddenly it… is. At first the batter was too wet. I added more cornmeal. From making grits, I should have known that was a bad idea.


Thought pretty and covered with two cans (We had six! What was he MAKING!?) of pineapple chunks and lovely currants, the Upside Down Polenta Cake had the density and moisture of a …brick. And thus we scraped off the tasty caramelized fruit, and drew a veil over the rest…

This is what I would make, if it weren’t so warm tonight:

Onion Bhajii Bake

2 cups chana flour

1 c. water

2 tsp. freshly ground cumin

1 tsp./pinch salt

1 tsp. ground chili peppers – optional

1/4 tsp. baking powder

2 large onions, sliced thinly

1 tbsp freshly chopped cilantro/coriander

1/3 c. olive oil to oil, plus sprayed oil, optional

Mix water and flour together with cumin and salt, baking powder and optional peppers to form a batter. Let it sit for a half hour so that your batter will be lighter. Oil a baking pan (I used a shallow cookie sheet), and set your oven to 400 degrees, or ‘High.’ Once the batter has fluff-ified, dredge your sliced onions into it, and place them in your oiled pan. I dusted ours with more cumin and chili pepper, spritzed them with oil, and baked them for 35, removing the pan halfway through to shake and turn the onions and spritz them again. Eat them with freshly chopped cilantro leaves or a spicy mango salsa. Yum. If only it weren’t too hot to bother with the oven. (In two or three weeks, I will remember saying this and laugh.)

Scotland Has No Spice

So, we’re winding our way down through the odds & ends which didn’t ship, in terms of food. This morning we used the rest of the yellow cornmeal along with some Chana flour (Garbanzo / Chick-pea flour), some onions, and some meat analogue to make a breakfast cornbread pie type of thing. This afternoon’s experiment involves white cornmeal, potato flour, two cans of chunked pineapple, some dried currants, and miscellaneous other odds and ends in search of a sweet cake type of dish.



In the process of using up the last bits, we’re truly realizing how dependant upon our herbs and spices we’ve become, having had easy access to whatever the San Francisco Herb Company had to offer. And, oh, how we’re suffering. Today I scraped the remnants of our last batch of Garam Masala from the spice grinder, in an effort to provide some flavor to this … cakey thing we’re making. Those spices had to be at least a month old, but we’re desparate.

So, onto the great Internet I go, thinking I’ll just drop in a phrase like “Glasgow Scotland spice importer” and end up with a company. Umm … no. Nothing. Lots of stuff about Posh Spice, but that’s just not anywhere even close to where I want to go. After about an hour of fruitless searching, I’ve about concluded that the people of Glasgow eat curry … and pickles … and beer … but seem to avoid spices. Or, at least, they don’t actually go out and buy them in anything like the quantity we’re interested in.



ANYBODY with an idea about where to obtain bulk herbs, spices, and tea, please let me know? Because I’m about to the end of my rope as far as trying to figure out how to phrase “herb” so that it’s intelligible to the Scots. I’m certain there’s a spice importer in Glasgow – how can there NOT be?

Giving up on the Internet. Off to knit.

Emptying the Cupboards



So, since the cupboards are pretty much empty, we’re in the process of making do with whatever’s left in the freezer and those odd bits you always end up with in the pantry. In this case, we’re doing a stew of mung beans with a bit of soy-cheese … along with some of the last slices of sourdough. We have three loaves left now, and two of those are pumpernickel. So, we’re stretching the sourdough, delaying the end. It’s to last another three weeks, and then we’re on our way.

{EDIT: Leave it to some people to use this as a forum to only discuss the bread. That mung bean stew is a work of ART. With our one remaining tiny paring knife, two onions were sliced thinly and browned with bell peppers and… Thai curry paste. The only seasonings we have are things like vegemite, soy sauce and all the opened curry pastes. And guess what? Adding a can of tomatoes and some hominy made for a tasty and satisfying soup on a cool and windy day.}



Aside from the dearth of bread, though, is the absolute lack of spices. Even the “to hand” spice rack is empty, and all of the bulk spices are in a crate, on a ship by now. This makes cooking a real challenge – and makes us use things like those strange little packets of soup mix which have lingered for so long. This also gives us a chance, though, to really examine what is in the freezer … and to discover that we’re going to have to let go of about 40 Chocolate Habaneros, because there’s just no way we’re going to eat them in the next three weeks!

{EDIT: Also found in the freezer: three big bags of sliced bell peppers. Rock hard frozen bananas. Half bags of frozen berries. Popsicles. A half pint of soy ice cream. Except for the bells, that sounds like the makings of a dessert to me!!}







We’re also saying fond goodbyes to our Marsh Mallow, our newly-blooming Chiltepin peppers, whose flowers are about the size of your little fingernail, and to the also-flowering Oregano, which has flowers about the size of a grain of rice. They’ll stay with relatives, and hopefully provide great flavors for years to come.

{EDIT: Not having to actually “give up” my plants makes this so much easier. Yes, my sister will probably kill them all — but inadvertently,see? And they’ll go out well-loved… *sigh*}

Parthenogenesis



Our little blog has grown … somewhat unmanageable as of late, as our lives have devolved into chaos. I realized that I hadn’t posted anything whatsoever about knitting (even though I have been knitting), nor much about baking (and, well, ok, I haven’t been, much). But this move seems to have claimed our lives to such an extent that it’s bled over onto the blog world … and has been an undue burden upon this little site.

So, with little fanfare and only a bit more ado, we’re launching Hobbits Abroad – a blog about our lives outside of the home; about travels, discoveries, etc.

You’ll probably see a few posts scattered through this blog which are only teasers for the full article over at Hobbits Abroad, but we’ll discontinue the practice after a few weeks, and just let the parting be complete. So, good luck to the new site, and may it stop infesting our “home” lives! It had better, if we’re going to continue to keep our interests here alive through this transition.

Lamenting the passing of the Kitchenaid



Those of you who follow our lives know that we’ve been in the process of packing up to move from California to Scotland. In the process we’re discovering which devices will work well (laptops, razor, 1960’s sewing machine), and those which will not (hair dryer, curling iron … Kitchenaid). Yes – the Kitchenaid draws down a whopping 475 watts of 110 volts, and because it’s “Electronic” rather than simply “Electric,” we’d have to get a transformer (it’s got a computer in it). In order to convert that power to 220 (the UK standard), we’d have to get a good transformer … which leads me to some strange thoughts.

I’m not lamenting the loss of the Kitchenaid, per se. If I were, I could’ve shelled out the £60 & bought a transformer. No, it’s not really about the Kitchenaid, you see; it’s about having finally felt that my baking was worth paying $300 on a gadget whose sole purpose in life was to mix things. And it’s about caring enough about the silly thing to leave it behind, rather than run the risk of blowing it up on the other end.

Much of this move process has been about determining what’s important to us, and in determining who we are. Are we people who really need this gadget, or that gadget? Do we need as many dishes as we own? Why have we been carting this stuff around with us for so long (“because it was a gift”)?

It’s rather funny, actually: we’d been clearing away so much that we’ve only managed to put together around 80 cubic feet to be shipped … and we’ve paid for 200! So we’re kind of feeling pressured to add things, just because we paid for the shipping already. We’ll see what ends up happening, here, but I’m thinking that we’re just going to end up … carrying less stuff. And, if that’s all we really need and want? Well, life’s going to be much less cluttered on the other end.

Golf, (Check). Fish (Check). Hats With Pompoms (Check).

These are a few of my least favorite things…

So, dear friends have gently insisted that since I am going to the Isle of Gaels that I must embrace some of its bounties. Including, but not limited to, woolen tights, plaid skirts, merino sweaters (or jumpers, as it were), fish and chips and… cullen skink. Okay, so I can do tights and sweaters in my sleep (although that might necessitate fewer blankets.), and research has shown that ye olde skink is not a lizard as was previously joked (and it WAS a joke. Mostly.), but I’m still not sure if I’m down with the chunks-o-fish stew. As a matter of fact, let me stop lying and buoying your hopes: So NOT down with it. Not at ALL. I don’t think I can even manage the smell, and I (sorry, Jac) may not even …um… try. Sorry!

Funny Quote of the Day – Mike Myers – “My theory is that all of Scottish cuisine is based on a dare.”

I do believe Mr. Myers knows from strange foods, but he’s… Canadian. I’m sure someone else can best speak on that

But can we just speak for a moment on the color (or, rather, colour) aesthetic going on in Scottish flats?! I have been looking at “letting” guides and contacting various agents to see what’s out there, knowing that we are probably looking very early, but wanting to get a feel for things. Well. My ‘feel’ is that some people consider ‘neutral’ to be a yellowy-green, there are far too many red wool carpets and white furnishings in the country, Council Taxes are phone codes are bewildering and a royal pain, and green linoleum, kitchen tiles, and purple walls are against nature.

Seriously. Just to entertain yourself, you must look sometime at housing for University students. It’s sort of eye-popping and alarming. I’m all for whimsy and kitsch, but I’d like to put it there myself. It’s hard to take seriously a place with a toy stovetop, mini-fridge and purple walls. (The bus for the Magical Mystery Tour stops here!) I’m a little at a loss to figure out districts, neighborhoods and more, but I do know that when a feature of the listing mentions ‘plenty of bars’ as part of the amenities… maybe not. I finally tried to explain to an agent that we wanted some place reasonably close to school, but not ‘university digs.’ I don’t know how else to explain it – more executive? Rather smart? Who knows?

I found something that will perhaps occupy the imagination. We know of a gent who taught himself Welsh and has been living in Wales for a year now. Well, we now present the newest challenge:Teach Yourself Gaelic. Oh, come on. You know you want to.

You know you want to.

Ode to a Camera, Redux

In an earlier post I’d mentioned that my camera was quite dear to me, and that it was with … reservation that I sent it off to be repaired. Well, it came back. It is still broken, even though I paid for a repair.

It arrived yesterday, so I unboxed it, put the straps back on, attached the lens, gave it new batteries, went through all the settings & got them set back to where they should be (except for calibrating the eye-control function, which takes a bit of effort). Then I gave it a roll of film and went to take a picture.

Nothing. Looked through the viewfinder and everything was dim, as if I had a polarizing filter on the lens. “OK,” I thought, “maybe this is just … the camera having to get used to the lens again – yeah, that’s it, it must’ve malfunctioned and left the lens in a strange position or something.” So, I tried to get it to focus.

Nothing. It wouldn’t auto-focus, which was one of the problems I’d had when I sent it back in. By this time, I’m getting concerned, if not downright angry. So, I switched it to manual focus, and took a shot … only to have the camera open the shutter and leave it open – exposing that same frame – and tell me that its batteries were dead.

BACK on the phone with Canon, to explain to several people that the problem hasn’t been fixed. And now? Well, now I WAIT for the UPS label that they were to have emailed me … but which is emailed BY UPS, and which takes a whole day to generate, for some reason.

The problem is not solved, and I wonder whether they even shot a roll of film with it to test it.

We have examined the product according to your request, and, it was found that the mechanical chassis was inoperative causing an error to be displayed The mechanical chassis was replaced. Other electrical adjustments, inspection and cleaning and parts replacements were carried out.

To top it all, they performed “parts replacements” – of the camera back, I can tell for sure, because it doesn’t close as tightly as it had before. It’s a later year of camera back or something, and the mold was different for the plastic.

We’ve got a month for this to be resolved, or I’m going to have to buy a new camera – because I’m NOT missing out on photographing the scenery of the California Zephyr or the Lake Shore Limited lines!

Not Pleased!