Epic Recap -- Nevada

When we were preparing to leave Ben and Gina's house (my brother and sister-in-law) in Austin, Texas we were both ready to get home as fast as possible. Once we got on the road however, taking semi-back routes from Austin to I-10, we also decided we really didn't want to go near LA like our original speed-home-quick route was pointed to.

"I want to go through Nevada," Ian said.
"Okay, let me figure it all out," I replied.  It turned out to be a bit of a Northwesterly jog through the mountain valleys with amazing scenery. 

Yellow highlighting is our route through Nevada, "the silver state"

At one point Ian pulled to the side of the road and stopped. He got out for a cigarette and said "Aren't you coming out of the car?"
"Nah," I said.
"C'mon you HAVE to, it's so quiet"

So I climbed out of the car, shut the car door and walked toward Ian. The gentle pings of the car cooling off, and the crunching of sandy pebbles underfoot were the only sounds. I stopped and stood there, and looked around. It is the first time I've been in the midst of complete silence during the day. You know how things quiet down at night and you can feel everything slow and become more still as people generally are at home and sleeping. There is always some noise though, the rustle of the wind through the trees or an occasional car on the road outside. Even when you are out camping, the night animals are singing their songs, or you can hear the brooks or ocean waves.

This, was just completely quiet. My little ears couldn't pick up a sound. There were no other cars, no towns in sight, no animals and no trees for wind to rustle. Just absolute stillness in the desert. A moment I'll remember and hold onto for a long, long time.

I think we stopped somewhere "About here" on route 361N.

"Take a picture of me." "In the car?" "well, where did we spend most of our time?" "good point, okay"

 I think that route through Nevada's back roads is something I can call on when I start getting anxious or worried about the things that get me worked up. It was all just so expansive. 360 degrees of land stretching all around and all quiet. It was one of the times during our trip that I felt really small, in a good way. Because if I'm this small, then those problems I could fret over are minuscule, inconsequential and not worthy of my little frets anyway.

So from the same state that brings us Las Vegas (future post) and Reno (we just drove straight through that one), we can also find contemplative stillness. It was awesome.

8,236 miles later: home again. (from vacation!)

Ian and I arrived home safely this morning  yesterday morning just before 8 am. We had left on November 2nd at 8:15am and were gone one month, almost to the hour! Our internal clocks went a little wonky and we spent most of yesterday thinking it should be evening/bed time. We watched a crapload of tv and ordered pizza for lunch. Lazing about on your own vaguely comfortable couch after eight thousand miles in a car, fantastically satisfying.

Today, we've got to unpack a month's worth of road trip from our little wagon and go grocery shopping. It will be nice to have more in our larder than canned peaches and tuna fish.  I missed the opportunity last night to take a picture of Ian's creative dinner, putting to good use a few homemade items we we given by my brother back in Austin. He bakes bread and we got to bring 4 loaves home with us! Last night Ian spread mashed sweet potatoes (from Ben's thanksgiving) onto Ben's pumpkin bread, topped it all off with pepper jack cheese and put it in the oven to melt the cheese/toast the bread. I was impressed, especially since I'd been eating the sweet potatoes for 3 days already.

Once the car's unpacked and groceries are in the fridge and I've planned out my tactics for preparing for Crafty Wonderland, I'll post some photos.

It was a perfect trip, we were happy to be away up until we were ready to be home and then we just happened to be on our way back to our little apartment.

<3

PS. This means goal 103 -- take a vacation is officially ACCOMPLISHED!

Bonzos and electricity.

The remaining updates from the road are going to be a good primer on shortening my posts to make them quick enough to post in between all the happenings that being on vacation visiting with people entails.

For today's quick post I have two photos and a video. I mentioned previously that we were going for bonzos (my first) which are deep fried calzones. We called ahead, but the staff thought the order was a prank (we infer) so it still took 40 minutes after we arrived to eat.

It finally arrived! Once again Ian and I were pretty happy to split the serving. While delicious, any more bonzo would have torn me up inside (like it did to poor Travis) Also I like how our "waitress" photo bombed my attack on the bonzo.

Maria and Bryan (Brian?Bryan?) got their bonzos before everyone else. Bryan took a lot of convincing before he'd eat while we waiting. But hey, eat it while its hot, I say. It may not be the most polite, but I end up feeling guilty watching your food get cold. Lindsey's came dead last, but look how happy she was after that!

Keep tuned for a good video: We have an inside man at a science museum in Dayton and got a sneak peek at some exhibits yet to come. But ssshhhh, don't tell anyone as I don't want to ruin the surprise, if it's a surprise. Static electricity is fun!

From the Road: Thanks-o-ween

When Ian was little and parts of family lived far away, his family would get together once in between major holidays and combine the celebration. Often this would be between Thanksgiving and Christmas so Thanksmas perhaps, Christmas presents with thanksgiving dinner (sounds awesome). When Ian was little he really liked wearing capes, even when it wasn't Halloween. (and really, why not, capes are so great)

This year Ian and my's visit to Dayton fell between Halloween and Thanksgiving. Combining the two results is Thanks-o-ween, a great big lunch/dinner with costumes. The costume theme, CAPES!

The first people in line for the food. Lots of delicious fare. Left to right: Travis, Rachel, Becky

Capes made from curtains, old skirts, jackets, uncut fabric, even table runners. There was some serious creativity going on.


A lot of people took their capes off for the eating festivities. Clockwise starting on left: Matt, Gail, Rick, Georgia, Clarice, Becky, Maria. Not pictured, yet present: Travis, Rachel, Ian, Dave

Maria and me looking at Georgia's scrapbook of old pictures. (Judging by the smile there was probably a toddler photo of Ian on this page)

Today was the first day that I remember wearing a cape, it was awesome. I may incorporate capes into my everyday Bike Cozy studio attire. I felt some extra powers tingling.

Also on this trip I may have finished out my list of firsts: played corn hole for the first time, had my first bloody maria (I'm not big into vodka, this is the tequila version), and tomorrow I'll be having a bonzo for the first time. Hopefully no more than 1/4 of a bonzo (deep fried calzone).

Goal 101-- 10/12 COOK A NEW DISH EVERY MONTH



Originally I was planning on making caramel apples for my October new dish. Circumstances happened otherwise and just in under the wire  (Oct 30th as a matter of fact) I documented my second attempt at cooking up some greens.

I remember seeing cooked collards/greens at various functions throughout my life, though I do not remember trying them. Perhaps the one time I was adventurous they were bitter, or tough, or too chewy like the mustard greens I made last week. Or maybe I just didn't like the color, or that they had been cooked for hours. There was a reason, even if it was a child-brain-this-is-how-the-world-works-reason.

Ian says the reason I think I don't like so many foods is because I haven't had them cooked well. Ian is persistent in encouraging me to try new foods, with a solid track record of success. He makes the best brussel sprout curry every. Things I'll eat much more readily than when I first met him include: brussel sprouts, mushrooms, squash, anchovies, okra and black eyed peas, the list goes on.

He has a very broad palate (a word that I had to look up how to spell, what do you mean you don't spell it pallette?) and will eat anything except for -aises. No mayonnaise, no hollandaise, etc. etc. Everything else he will eat, especially if it is set in front of him. It takes the pressure off of trying out new dishes. Like last week when I thought I was making the mustard greens correctly (granted this was an entire day after I had received a verbal recipe from Ian), the only part I got correct was how you're supposed to cook them a long time, we both still ate them, the chewy kind of grossness of them. I then said "We have to plan greens in for next week so I can try again... while what-not-to-do is still fresh in my mind."

We picked up not one, but two bunches of collards at the store because Ian was sure that one bunch would be just one serving. We still had the can of tomatoes (because I had forgotten they were supposed to go in with the mustard greens for cooking), and we had onion and garlic left. I got a review of the verbal recipe:

"Use a big stockpot, chop the greens in strips about this wide (finger and thumb about an inch apart), sauté  the onion and garlic in the bottom , turn down the heat . . . put the greens in, put the can of tomatoe (tom and chili in this case) on top of the greens, maybe add some additional water, and simmer for hours, stir occasionally, check them every so often to make sure there is enough liquid," Ian told me.

"How much liquid do I put in?" I asked.

"Enough so they steam, but they don't have to be covered or anything," he replied. (I've been practicing my cooking sans recipe so this kind of vague instruction didn't irk me like it once would have)

While the greens came out great, delicious, I think the real hero was the can of tomatoes with chilis. It added the perfect spicy tang into the greens. Also Ian got home just in time to remember to put in some apple cider vinegar and the greens cooked for another hour. (here, Ian deftly made the squash. A little pie pumpkin cut in half, innards scooped and put innards down in a pan with water. When they got soft about an hour later, he flipped them over, sprinkled with brown sugar and chopped almonds and broiled for a few minutes)

I had a feeling Ian had overestimated the quantity for two servings.


I am becoming a sauté master.

Cutting the collards into strips. It was fun to roll them all up together and slice through the whole bunch.

This is the most giant stock pot we have and when first put in, the greens came all the way to the top!

After over an hour of cooking, the greens only take up about 2 inches in the pot.

The greens were delicious and the pumpkin was too. The pumpkin made the potatoes seem extraneous.
Ian and I were both delighted in how good the collards came out. They were delicious! Ian said they were top 5 that he's ever had. I know he means it too. He doesn't just say stuff like that. With the way he likes his southern cooking, I know he's had his fair share of greens and I accept the compliment and store it in my favorite compliments box.

Complete success and with no recipe! This particular experience is part of shifting a larger paradigm. I have never readily tried new things because I would worry that I wouldn't be good at it right away. I hate being wrong, and not being good at something, is being wrong, in my brainpiece. I've never been a big fan of having to learn how to be good at something. I can learn how to go from good to awesome, that's fine! But having to accept that I'm bad at something and then improve to acceptable. . . ugh. . . total esteem killer, I just rather pretend I never tried it in the first place. I don't know when/where I learned that as a kid, but big Rachel thinks that's totally bogus!

So while trying again at cooking some greens is a small little bit of my life, it is a good experience in: trying something new (cooking greens), not being good at it right away (chewy, gross greens first go 'round), and then, instead of giving up. . . trying again and learning how to improve the result (super delicious collards).  Another positive part of this is that when the mustard greens were gross, it was okay. I didn't beat myself up for cooking gross greens. That's just what happened and I learned how to make it better. That's one more table leg for the belief that "it's okay to not be good at something the first time you try it." I've also told myself that it's okay if the next time I cook greens, they aren't as delicious as those collards, it'll be a tough act to follow, for sure.

In November look for a dish from the road.

Bonus Delicious -- rice noodle soup

The only thing that New Seasons (boutique grocery store) sells for less than Fred Meyer (utility grocery store... although the one Ian and I go to is the only LEED certified grocery store in the state) are Thai Kitchen instant noodles.

And I love them, for 89 cents, a meal/snack in just three - five minutes. All you have to do is boil water!

Ian is trying to turn me onto their "homecooked" counterpart which involves more than just boiling water, and turns out acceptable, but not as delicious. I don't know how to make delicious home cooked noodle soup, I think I must be missing a key ingredient.

It is like magic though, how all the little bits turn into one bowl of yum. The noodle soup is very much "the whole is more than the sum of its parts."

Lots of different pieces. . .
Turn into delicious noodle soup.

While I'm not writing off from scratch rice noodle soup, it is going to take a couple more tries to convince me it's better than my easy and cheap Thai Kitchen rice noodles.

Bonus Delicious -- EAT A SALAD

I remember when I ate salads almost everyday. I would unpack my lunch at my desk and coworkers would say "Wow, that looks great! and so healthy..." I would eat my salad with lemon juice or a bit of olive oil and vinegar, and I liked it that way.

At the time I was vegetarian, maybe pescatarian. And I rarely ate any dairy. There have been some physiological changes in me since those days, and I'm out of the (very good) habit of just throwing together a salad for lunch.

These days I still have to trick myself a little with those tastier tidbits an omnivorous palate is used to having around. A bit of cheese, some torn bits of meat, and salad dressing. (Though I happy to say I use less than the suggested serving size)

Lately, the only time I've been eating a salad is when it is the path of least resistance. If a salad is the easiest thing to make, then it wins. Sometimes I forget that all the odd bits and ends in the fridge could even become a salad! Ian suggested I make a pretty "EAT A SALAD" sign to hang on the cupboard as a loving reminder. It's on my list of things to make (I'm currently working on my first sock puppet).


Making salads always reminds me of my step-dad David. He puts together an amazing salad. You could eat a David Salad for days. He could make you salad everyday for a week and it would be different everytime. Today you get olives, tomorrow you get garbanzo beans and artichoke hearts...the next day there are beans and peppers. These days, when I get all the fixins on the counter and my salad seems to be missing an element, I find myself wondering "what else would David put in here?"