Thursday, 24 July 2014

Missing/Enjoying...

As a means to deal with the differences between Brisbane and Manhattan, KS, once a week I'm going to make a note of one thing that we're missing, i.e. our little herb garden, and counter that with one thing that we're enjoying, i.e. squirrels! and how we can just enjoy them and not have to think about having to protect a small garden from squirrels, rabbits, or raccoons (if that even is an issue...).

Now, I'm not really missing the garden at our old place in Brisbane because I could never spend much time out there because of the midgies, they would also go for Jimmy in about 10 mins, so that spoilt the garden. Michael is missing it more than I am because he enjoyed working in it, after being in the office or lab all day, but we are both missing that place and our old neighbours, especially E and B.

So, we're missing our old lifestyle, our friends and family. It's been particularly difficult these past few weeks as we're missing my/our mothers group and all the first birthday celebrations. While we have managed to celebrate, and celebrate in good form, it's been bittersweet. It's been tough. Thank goodness for fast internet and things like Skype! They might not be as good as real hugs and real people, but it's better than nothing.

What are we enjoying?

Squirrels!

Yes, we are enjoying the different types of birds too, so we're enjoying the different wildlife that resides in Manhattan, KS. Squirrels, rabbits, red cardinals, doves, blue jays, and hopefully we'll see an alive raccoon one day...

Blue Jay at Cico Park, photo taken by Michael
But this week, I'm really enjoying that the Riley County Playgroup is back on! We've been two days in a row, and we would have made it today but Jimmy decided to passout at 9:20 am. Oh well, we'll probably end up going tomorrow. Jimmy loves it, and we've made a few friends there which is really great because it fills the social gap - mumma's need socialising too.

Just having the biggest nap. Ever.

Wednesday, 23 July 2014

Another open letter to Summer...

Dear Summer,

You appear to have not received my original letter, or if you have, you were just toying with me last week and that was cruel joke.

Last week was lovely! It was a taste of Autumn... oh it was excellent! Although, Jimmy was pretty put out by the effect it had on the pool.

This week? This heat is too much. Too much. Please stop it. Please keep daily maximums below 32 degrees C. This 38 degree C, or higher, business has to stop, even though I'm pretty sure you're just getting started. Lower nighttime temperatures would be great too, I mean, does it really have to be 31 degrees C at 10:40 pm?

Please, Summer, stop it. Please, hurry up and go away.

K.

Tuesday, 22 July 2014

We went back...

Back to the Creamery! We all walked to uni on Saturday, so that Michael could do 10 minutes of sciencing, and then we walked to the extra 5-10 minutes to get to the Creamery. We tried different ice creams, and shared some cherry yoghurt and caramel jell-o pudding ice cream. Yummy... And then we stared at some chocolates in the display before walking home.


On our way through K-State, before having our ice cream, Michael spotted this cheeky squirrel, and it reminded me of possums around UQ. Photo credits go to Michael.

Monday, 21 July 2014

29/52

"a portrait of my son, once a week, every week in 2014"

Jimmy: driving around the living room, collecting toys and a balloon, in his new car.

We're constantly singing The Wiggles' "Toot, toot, chugga, chugga, big red car!", playing with Jimmy's new red car, or driving him around in his big brown car, making car noises, picking up friends for a ride, visiting the "library" to return and borrow books, and just generally doing car-y things. And all thanks to a few select presents, especially the presents that came in the box because it's the best box for being a car. Vroom!



Saturday, 19 July 2014

And now for something completely different...


We were having lunch at uni with Michael, as we do, sitting outside, under some lovely big trees, watching squirrels and birds, while Jimmy mashed his cold pizza into our clothes, when I noticed that the leaves we were sitting amongst looked, well, odd and not like the round leaves on the trees above us. 

The leaves had a stem at their base and a stem that poked out, about halfway along the leaf. And then I looked closer and discovered that the second stem was actually connected to berries, and in some cases dried flowers, which meant that the leaves were not simply leaves at all! 

They protect the developing flowers in their sepals! I'll admit that I was, ok, I am still rather excited, but it's all a little confusing because Michael and I can't work out what to call these leaves... Are they sepals? Well, they house multiple flowers with their own sepals, so no. Are they leaves? Petioles? 


Oh it doesn't matter really, but the biologist in me is still interested in working it out. We'd never seen anything like it and were, still are, a little taken by it. 

The tree in question is an American Basswood (Tilia americana L.)  it's native to Kansas, and many other parts of the USA to the north, south, and east of us. 

Thanks go to a pizza smeared Michael for the lovely photos and for finding the links.

Friday, 18 July 2014

Cheap thrills: Oti (or making the place smell like Christmas)

Once I started to get excited about celebrating Jimmy's birthday, I wanted to do it properly. And part of doing it properly is having oti, an Indian ginger and chilli drink that my Dad makes for Christmas and other family celebrations. Oti is served cold but it packs a punch, but what really makes it special is what it does to my parents house on the evening it is brewed...

Ginger, cinnamon, lemon, cloves, and caramel notes fill the house, which already smells wonderfully of fresh pine and baking gingerbread... This is what Christmas smells like.

I think it was the warm night and fireflies that we saw on the 4th of July that made me think of oti.

My family's recipe comes from a cookbook* that was written in the 60s or 70s, by a group of women associated with the Vellore Christian Medical College**, Tamil Nadu, India. Some of the recipes are Anglicized, while others are more traditional, and with a few (basic) Indian spices, most of them can be prepared in any kitchen, anywhere in the world. And as the College had staff (and family) from places as far flung as the UK and Australia, I thought*** the intention of the authors of the book was just that - it would allow people to recreate the tastes of Vellore (and South India) in their kitchens.

My parents came into possession of a copy of this book because my Grandad taught at the Medical College as a professor of medicine from the mid 1950s to sometime in the 1970s, and he and my Granny brought up their 4 children, including my Mum, in Vellore. The children were sent to boarding school in Melbourne, Australia, once they were close to starting high school, but they came away from Vellore with a fondness for the people, the culture, and the food, and they have passed this deep appreciation onto their spouses and children.

I suspect that the book and subsequent editions are no longer in print, and if they are, you'd have to be at the College to know where to go to buy a copy. I also suspect that most families in India have their own recipes for oti. The following is my family's variation on the one that was published all those years ago in Vellore, although I think my Dad adds 4 cardamom pods to the dry frying pan. Play around with the amounts of chilli, ginger, and caramelisation of the sugar, until you get something that suits your tastes.

Oti
  • 1/2 cup sugar
  • 6 cloves
  • 2.5 full length cinnamon sticks
  • 3-6 red chillies, dry or fresh
  • 2.5 litres water
  • 3 cups sugar
  • 9 cm fresh ginger, sliced or grated
  • 1 lemon, finely sliced

Dry fry the cloves, cinnamon sticks, and chillies (I used 3 fresh chillies, which provided a nice level of heat while still being enjoyable), until their scent fills the kitchen. 

In a large pot**** caramelise the 1/2 cup of sugar with a few drops of water. The depth of colour here will determine how dark the oti is, but be careful not to go too dark because the last thing you want is to burn the sugar. Even slightly burnt sugar will affect the final taste of the oti. 

Once the sugar is caramelised and close to the colour you want it, carefully add the water, followed by the rest of the sugar, ginger, and dry fried ingredients. Boil the mix, uncovered, for 15-20 minutes. Remove from the heat and add the sliced lemon. Leave overnight to cool, covered. Strain, bottle, refrigerate, and enjoy in small glasses! 

This recipe makes about 2 litres of oti, which should last about 2 weeks in the fridge. Unless you drink it all in the first week... just like we did. Before I managed to take a photo of the finished drink. Looks like I'll just have to make some more...

My Dad's oti, in progress, Dec 2012

*The book in the photo is a copy of the original because my parents copy was falling to pieces and we, the children, were moving out of home and needed our own copies.
**Mum, don't go to the website, it'll make you homesick for Vellore (I recognise some of the buildings from photos you've shown me, and that old video of Grandad).
***My Dad has informed me, see the comments, that the book came from a dinner in Melbourne, hosted by the Friends of Vellore Association, for former members of staff at the Medical College, but see the comments for more details.
****If your pot is dark, like mine, do this step in something that allows you to see the colour of the sugar as it caramelises, and then carefully but quickly add it to the 2.5 litres of water before it goes beyond the colour you want.

Wednesday, 16 July 2014

The Swimmy Jimmy First Birthday Pool Party!

 
Well, it was organised and grandparents told to call in for the cake. Friends of ours would actually be there - this wasn't just going to be a virtual party where Michael, Jimmy, and I would eat all the cake

And we all had such a good time that no one thought to take a single photo. We were far too busy enjoying the pool, managing not to get sunburnt, Skyping and FaceTiming grandparents, and eating cake. That's right, one of the most photographed babies around was not photographed blowing out his first birthday candle. Crazy, right.
The cake: homemade sponge with cream, blueberries, and raspberries.

Did I mention we had lots of fun? And that we enjoyed sharing our Jimmy-bubba's first birthday with other first time parents and Jimmy's grandparents? Do I need to tell you that the pool was the perfect temperature and that the weather was perfect for a pool party? How about the fact that Jimmy seemed to have a really good time and really likes the presents he was given? But no photos of the actual event?

Ah well... Michael and I feel a little bit guilty about not taking a single photo for this momentous occasion, we do. Only time will tell if Jimmy forgives us for being more focused on his enjoyment, and the involvement of his grandparents, in the occasion. In the meantime, he's enjoying the wonders of a helium balloon and his very first (big red) car. 

All photos taken by Michael.