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Waiting for Superman

The title to the new documentary by David Guggenheim, “Waiting for Superman”, intrigues me. It makes me think about Christopher Reeves and every citizen in Metropolis; it invokes the classic screen shot of a kid on the street that tugs on his Mom’s coat saying, “Look, Mom, it’s Superman!” And what that mother should have said is, “I know, I’m one.” Instead, the mother looks to the sky to spot this fictional hero that every man, woman and child counts on to save them from all that could do them wrong.

This brings me to today’s pondering point – Why can’t we recognize the Supermen in our lives? Superman isn’t fictional, he (or she) does exist and walks among us. They aren’t extraterrestrials. They don’t have super powers like in the comics; however, these real-life “Supermen” are people who can handle everything with grace and dignity, but who don’t realize that these capabilities are superhuman. Or if they do, they aren’t recognizing them as such.

My day was uncharacteristically bad today. I’m not saying I don’t have bad days, but usually I can recover from them. I had a terrible day today, one that I know Superman could have handled with ease. But instead, I let the day’s terrible-ness engulf me and enrage me. If only I had the strength of Superman, I possibly could have dealt with the bratty-ness of my three-year-old, the drama of my six-year-old and the bitchy-ness of my colleague; you know, compartmentalized and not lost the patience I so desperately needed. Instead, I zipped my three-year-old up into his winter coat like it a straight jacket and locked into his car seat so that he couldn’t undress himself this morning. I then turned to my six-year-old and exclaimed, “I don’t care,” very drolly because he was upset that he didn’t get to play that game he was thinking about.  And as for the bitchy-ness of the co-worker, I just didn’t care to even see her today. I was curt and aloof, which just made me seem like a bit of a bitch as well.

I admire the “supers” of this world because they’ve gotten to that moment of Zen, where everything is as it should be.  After today’s day, that is my goal. To be the Superman in my life and to the people around me, because if I can do that, then everything is as it should be.

Wow, that was cathartic.  Thanks again for meeting me and lending an ear.

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Well, I finally figured out the Dill Pickle Soup recipe…it took a little melding of recipes and a little tasting; but I think I’ve perfected a soup that I find delightful and quite simple, too.

Dill Pickle Soup
1 T. Olive oil
1 T. Butter (optional)
8 c. chicken broth
2 cubes of chicken bouillon
2 medium carrots, coarsely grated
1/2 c. onion, diced
1 c. celery, sliced thin
4 large Polish Dill Pickles (pickles that are not pickled in vinegar), coarsely grated
6 medium potatoes, Idaho type
1/2 c. pickle juice
1/2 c. heavy cream
2 T. flour

1. In a large pot, heat olive oil and butter. Place onion, carrots and celery until tenderized.
2. Add in broth, bouillon and pickle juice
3. Add in potatoes and dill pickles, bring to a boil and cook for 15 minutes.
4. Turn down the heat to a simmer and let simmer for another 10 minutes.
5. In a small bowl, whisk the heavy cream and flour until smooth.
6. Turn your temperature to low and let it sit for a minute before ladling a small amount of hot soup into your small bowl of heavy cream. This is meant to temper your cream and prevent curdling.
7. Add cream/soup mix back into the soup and stir until well mixed.
8. Serve.

To make this vegetarian, substitute the chicken broth and bouillon for vegetable stock and bouillon.

(Note: Avoid boiling when reheating to keep cream from curdling.)

Well, I’ve to run; thanks again for the conversation.

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Well, today, I had a very lazy day. I meant to be proactive, but the gray day lulled me into complacency. So, I’m writing.

As I wait for my dishwasher to finish up, so that it can get loaded again. I’m hoping to find a dill pickle soup recipe that sounds just like the food I love to eat. So far, I have found a recipe that claims to be the recipe for Zosia’s or Polish Village, a restaurant in Hamtramck, Michigan. If you haven’t been to Hamtramck, or Detroit for that matter, it’s a city within a city. Hamtramck used to claim the 3rd largest Polish population outside of Poland. Today, its pride is still there, but it’s been battered. Hamtramck, like most cities in SE Michigan, was built on the blood, sweat and tears of the men and women who worked the lines at Chrysler, Ford and General Motors. Nowadays, those same cities are decaying and crumbling because the infrastructures cannot be supported because the same workforce is out of a job. But I digress.

Zosia’s or Polish Village is one of three main Polish restaurants in Hamtramck that serve authentic polish food and a very reasonable price. The other two are Polonia and Under the Eagle. In the past few years, I make a monthly trip to Hamtramck for the food. I’m in love with Dill Pickle soup and I want to finally try to make some at home. The great part of these restaurants is that they say they will give you the recipe and it ends up being the ingredients. Making me place the heel of my hand to my forehead and shake.

Oh, well. I’ll get to their secret and when I do, I’ll share.

Well, I’ve got to get going, but I’m so glad you could meet me for coffee.

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