Monday, September 2, 2019

Food As Art? What?


Any one of this young woman's videos are enough to make one believe that food can be more than Drudgery. Watch several, and become convinced that American's are doing food all wrong.

I had given up gardening when my parents passed, because of The Hoard. It was so overwhelming that I couldn't function. But The Hoard has been gone for two years.

I started watching Liziqi about a year ago. I know nothing beyond what I've seen, but that doesn't matter. It doesn't matter that only a few videos have English sub-titles either. The important part is the inspiration.

Her garden is her back yard, or all her yard is a garden, I'm not sure which. But there are trellises of good things to eat right outside her door. Squashes, tomatoes, roses (she eats roses!), chickens and ducks, pigs and a cow are all right there, within reach. Noodle beans hang down, just begging to be eaten, or fermented, or dried, or a bit of both. I've watched her grind corn and soy beans into pulp and steamed into cakes filled with rose petals.

Most videos show simple food - the meat is chopped right in front of the camera, vegetables are diced or sliced and it all goes into a big Wok. But some dishes are elaborate. Grinding pulp looks like backbreaking work. Still there's something about this process that makes sense.

This food looks -- accessible? Is that a good word? That's what I find inspiring. Walking out of the house into a garden where one can pick dinner off the vine.

The point is this: I can grow the same vegetables that I like best in stir-fry and rice noodle dishes. This year the garden wasn't much. The carrots were tiny, the beets likewise, the Bok Choy was tough as nails. But the yellow and purple beans were great, cantaloupe grew up the trellis, as did the tomatoes.

It was so satisfying to pick it and cook it up, just like girl in the video. I can make my garden an interesting place and enjoy eating food that's a little tiny bit pretty.

This is about progress, not perfection.

So I'm very pleased with going from nasty, over-salted, soggy and disgusting pizza to home-grown and home-cooked food.

The funny thing was the grass that grew up in the garden space was greener than the rest. Even more interesting was the horses and alpacas came in to graze that grass down until it looked liked I'd mowed it. They ate the garlic (what?) and the carrots (I get that), but didn't touch anything else. So I guess that next year I'll put netting over the garlic and carrots and let the grazers enjoy the grass.

Tuesday, July 23, 2019

Profiling Courage



The Freshmen Class of Democrats, who brought new blood to a stale party, have some real firecrackers in their midst. As refreshing as it is to see them and hear how they’ve scared the Old Guard silly, there’s more at stake here than the present day. These freshmen are looking at decades in Congress (just like the current Speaker of the House).

Let me savor that for a moment. (Ahh!) All those clear young minds pitted against two senile old men. There IS hope for America if we can #HoldTheLine.

I’m big fan of The Squad: Reps. Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez (D-N.Y.), Ilhan Omar (D-Minn.), Ayanna Pressley (D-Mass.) and Rashida Tlaib (D-Mich.). Though I’m much older than they are, I find their energy, drive, and media savvy (plus that dash of blood-lust) utterly refreshing.

I also have respect for Speaker of the House, Nancy Pelosi, as well as the rest of embattled Democrats in Congress and the Senate.

We live in perilous times, there’s a raging Bull in the White House and an Evil Turtle running the Senate. The bright spot is the gavel of the House of Representatives sitting in Democratic hands.
And, of course, The Old Bull has made the four young women known as The Squad his target. After all, what better, more fitting, target than young women and dead men?

Oh, oh, I know, single out the naturalized immigrant!

A true test of wit and courage, that choice of target, for a senile old man; I hope his epitaph will read: “He beat up small women and dead heroes.”

It’s not like The Old Bull can actually DO anything constructive. He’s failed at everything he’s put a hoof to: replacing health care with some ‘great’ program that everyone loves, getting ‘manufacturing jobs back’ to the Rust Belt, balancing the Deficit, infrastructure, including the vanity wall that Mexico was supposed to pay for. He’s great at playing patsy with Communists and other dictators, I’ll give him that.

So he thrashes around the White House, spewing B.S. from both ends, attacking young women, locking the poor and their children in cages to impress – whomever it is that holds the ring in his nose.

Such courage!

Speaking of courage, please note the vast outrage expressed by the GOP, the Party of Morality and Fiscal Responsibility…er…not peep out of them.

The Evil Turtle stuttered his condemnation of – wait for it – Democrats – a feeble attempt to appear less senile than he is. He didn’t even know who the racist was.

Poor old man, someone find him a nurse, he didn’t get his green Jello at lunch and he’s cranky.
Hasn’t Kentucky had enough of this wizen creature? Can’t we move on, perhaps to someone who has proven their courage?

How about a Marine Corp fighter pilot? https://amymcgrath.com/

She could win on just her tag-lines:

ANTI-CORRUPTION.
ANTI-OBSTRUCTION.
ANTI-B.S.

Come on, Kentucky, it’s time to #DitchMitch and make America sane again.

Friday, July 19, 2019

Jordan's Croft Is Back


Yes, I'm back with more commentary from my tiny farm in Kentucky.

After a couple of years of radio silence, I've revived this blog, even without my URL, because there are somethings I can't stay silent about, and Twitter just doesn't cut it for me.

I'm watching The Old Bull and his Evil Turtle, now that we are on the cusp of the 2020 election, I'm digging in my heels. This might cost me readers on my favorite international writer's platform. I certainly hope not, because they've been good to me. I'll apologize to them in advance.

This also means I'm going to need to deal with the Trolls who hit this blog on a regular basis and stole clips of my work to post on Facebook.

Regardless, I'm not going to allow the Old Bull spread his manure unchallenged from #FlyOverAmerica. It's time to get out the pen and use it like a sword.

A Very Old Memory

After school at West Junior High I took the bus to West 5th Street. I checked in at the Leeward, where Opal was working behind the bar, ta...