tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60022122497360847722024-03-13T07:57:03.383-07:00Salvation SistersSalvation Sistershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07780358097127781961noreply@blogger.comBlogger329125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002212249736084772.post-43994952914643472472020-04-25T12:20:00.003-07:002020-04-25T12:20:50.014-07:00Life-Enhancing Mineral-Rich Green Juice<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<i>Siri... can you make me a green juice?</i></div>
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Around this time of year I begin juicing and then inevitably stop when autumn starts to slip into winter. I just can't maintain the enthusiasm to juice through the cold months, but when the sun starts to rise early, and the birds begin chirping before dawn, my yearning for green juice returns once more.<br>
"Mmmmmm, fresh mowed grass," my husband says as a repetitive quip when I hand him a glass of freshly juiced greens. Jay's sarcasm is not entirely unwarranted. Green juice does indeed taste like summer in a glass. For Jay, drinking green juice is a bit like taking a dose of medicine. Being a former Marine, Jay doesn't need to enjoy the green juice to consume it. He just drinks it like a man. #truegrit<br>
I don't mind the flavor of this slightly spicy tasting green juice. Some over-the-counter green juices are actually high in sugar. To avoid spiking insulin levels I opt to eliminate sweet fruit from the ingredients mix. No apples for moi. If you must add a sweet fruit or vegetable, keep the addition to one serving. Full disclosure, I usually add a small to medium sized carrot.<br>
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My obstacle to juicing is not the flavor, but is related to actually doing the work to make the juice. When I'm organized it takes about twenty minutes to produce 32 ounces, which for us is two servings but for others this amount could comfortably serve a family of four. When I'm not organized it takes about 30 minutes from start to finish and another 5 minutes to clean the juicer's parts.<br>
A heavy duty Champion masticating juicer has a permanent home on my kitchen counter, whether I juice regularly or not. The appliance weighs 23 pounds so lugging it around to store it between uses doesn't make sense for me. The beast of an appliance stands as a steadfast reminder of what I should be doing when I'm not. Similarly the weight bench in the garage is a constant visual prompt that I should be exercising when I'm not. I always get back around to using both but staying with a routine is clearly a challenge for me.<br>
The masticating juicer produces more nutritious juice because it does a better job of breaking down the fiber of the vegetables. The Champion both cuts and grinds. The juice produced by a masticating juicer has a longer shelf life of up to 48 hours because the Champion does not build up heat while it does its job. With that being said, I tend not to store the juice. My goal is to consume it within 30 minutes of making it. And, I don't simply drink my juice, I chew it, and swoosh it around in my mouth because many of the enzymes present in the juice are activated by saliva. To learn more, check out this Tedx Talk, <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LF-F5UFFBqw" target="_blank">Chew Your Juice</a>.<br>
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Finally, you'll want to drink green juice on an empty stomach for maximum benefit and easy digestion (code for not blowing a bunch of gas). I prefer mine as a first meal of the day after enjoying my morning coffee. I add collagen protein and a little half and half to my coffee, which sustains me for awhile. If that doesn't quite work for you and your schedule, the next best thing is waiting a minimum of two hours after a meal to drink a glass of green juice. I find the juice filling but if that's not the case for you, drink your juice then wait twenty minutes before eating whatever's next on the daily menu.<br>
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<span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">Life-Enhancing Mineral-Rich Green Juice</span><br>
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I received a text from my daughter today on behalf of her dear friend, Romona who was inquiring after this recipe as a possible contender to bring to a company potluck. Our family had the great honor of hosting Romona last year for her first Thanksgiving dinner. I tend to forget how tasty an "old standard" can be for the uninitiated and that's why I haven't posted it until now. But the fact is that this casserole is a mandatory dish on many, if not most Thanksgiving tables.<br>
For Thanksgiving I have tweaked almost all our family's traditional side dishes to be vegetarian and gluten-free. The traditional green bean casserole is a dish that even a novice cook can throw together by simply opening a couple of cans of green beans, a couple of cans of Campbell's Condensed Mushroom Soup, and a can of French's Fried Onions. Easy peasy. This recipe isn't that. And while it's not difficult, it does take a little time and effort to make the <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2019/11/homemade-condensed-cream-of-mushroom.html" target="_blank">Condensed Cream of Mushroom Soup </a>from scratch.<br>
This dish can be conveniently assembled twenty-four hours in advance and stored covered in the refrigerator. Let sit at room temperature for about a half hour before baking. Leftovers reheat beautifully, too.<br>
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When my sister and I went gluten-free many years ago we had to find new ways to prepare old family-favorite recipe. Back in the day it seemed so overwhelming to convert recipes, but in truth, we discovered it isn't too difficult. Once you know how to swap rice flour for all-purpose wheat flour and tamari for soy sauce and a few other tricks, everyday recipes become easy to make gluten-free. I'll tell you what's difficult, going Paleo is much more of a challenge. But even then, there are so many resources today to help us navigate our food journeys that practically everything is "figuroutable".<br>
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Every once in awhile, Linda would get a hankering for Tuna Noodle Casserole or Green Bean Casserole, but she absolutely refused to let Campbell's Condensed Mushroom Soup pass through her lips, which were pursed in disapproval. I came up with this recipe to meet Linda's dietary requirements and she was quite thrilled to once again enjoy some foods that she had previously given up. They say, happy wife, happy life. But in my world, it's happy sister, happy life.<br>
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My first encounter with Bánh Mì was at a corner market in downtown San Jose, California. The small store featured a tiny counter where the thinly layered sandwiches were made to order. What makes Bánh Mì special and crave-worthy is the lightly pickled vegetables that top the choice of savory filling. The sandwiches were inexpensive and it wasn't uncommon for my male work colleagues to order more than one for lunch.<br>
Bánh Mì can be difficult to source in my stretch of the Sonoran desert so I went about creating a recipe that I could make easily at home. Traditionally, the sandwich bun is very light in consistency and texture. When I'm too lazy to make baguettes, I buy hoagie rolls. I've been known to slice the rolls open and remove some of the inner crumb to make the bread lighter.<br>
The rolls in San Jose weren't toasted, but I like to toast the buns, then slather a bit of p<span style="background-color: white;">âté</span> across the bottom bun. Unless you absolutely despise p<span style="background-color: white;">âté, don't skip it. The p</span><span style="background-color: white;">âté adds a special flavor that you're not going to add in any other way. </span>I've made <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Tartine-Bread-Chad-Robertson/dp/0811870413" target="_blank">Tartine Bakery's</a> quick chicken liver pate, and I've also used a tasty vegetarian mushroom p<span style="background-color: white;">âté</span> from Trader Joe's. Layer on thin slices of protein, top with the pickled vegetables and garnish with fresh cilantro leaves or arugula. If I had to choose between the cilantro or arugula, I'd choose arugula.<br>
Everyone I have served this sandwich to loves it. This is a great make ahead meal and I wouldn't hesitate serving Bánh Mì buffet-style for a party. You can grill the meat a day or two ahead of time. Then all you need to do is make the pickled vegetables on the day your serving and thinly slice the cold meat. The vegetables will hold beautifully in the brine for many hours in the refrigerator. If you have leftover vegetables, they'll still be tasty the next day but they do lose a little crunch with aging.<br>
If you make this recipe, let me know if you love it as much as I do. Also, I'd appreciate reading about your favorite sandwich in the comments.<br>
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Last year my sister Juliette manifested a Bûche de Noël. Yep, true story.<br>
We were discussing our bucket lists and Juliette shared that one of the items on her list was putting the famous dessert in her mouth one fine holiday. The classic French dessert, also commonly known as a Yule Log, is a pastry cream filled sponge cake that is fashioned to look like a tree trunk. Her revelation was a bit of a surprise but I've learned not to try to predict what will rock Juliette's world.<br>
It's not very often that one has the opportunity to help a person cross off a milestone goal from a bucket list. And, this gastronomy wish was within my power to fulfill and it didn't require booking a trip to Paris, although that would be lovely.<br>
I suddenly had a new mission in life and that mission was to make the Bûche de Noël of Juliette's dreams. It became my mantra. I annoyingly kept telling people I had to make the Bûche de Noël of Juliette's dreams. Mainly, because I thought it was funny. As these things go, I also roped other team members into the baking project, namely my daughter and her friend.<br>
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I am nothing if not a great researcher. The internet rabbit hole led me to a Bon <span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white;">Appétit</span> </span>article titled, <a href="https://www.bonappetit.com/test-kitchen/how-to/article/how-to-make-buche-de-noel" style="font-style: italic;" target="_blank">How to Make a Bûche de Noël, You Crazy Person</a><i>. </i>In retrospect that pretty much sums up the endeavor.<br>
Making the Bûche de Noël was great theater. We waited until Juliette and her daughters arrived to complete the final assembly and decorating of the Yule log on Solstice. This caused some stress for my daughter who was in charge of these activities while I captured photos for posterity.<br>
In the future, if I am ever crazy enough to make a Bûche de Noël again, I will have the dessert completely finished the day before the party. It will keep well in the refrigerator, provided you have enough room.<br>
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Juliette's additional request was to have the dessert as the centerpiece of our Solstice feast. Again, her wish was my command. Wouldn't it be great if all requests were always this easy? We all gazed lovingly upon the Bûche de Noël of Juliette's dreams as we joyfully ate our filet mignon dinner. The Yule Log served as a beautiful reminder to leave room for dessert.<br>
Thankfully, even though this famous dessert is indeed a pain to make, the flavors are incredibly delicious. The hazelnut pastry cream is a taste sensation. Even if you don't make a Yule Log, the hazelnut pastry cream would be delicious as a filling for any number of cakes, including my favorite <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2011/11/cowtown-chocolate-cake-with-ganache.html" target="_blank">Cowtown Chocolate Cake</a>.<br>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">Juliette found the cute little vintage squirrel in a thrift shop.<br><a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2013/08/the-accidental-thrifter-and-michelles.html" target="_blank">Of course she did</a>! I love the squirrel so much that I haven't given it back.</span></i></td></tr>
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<span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">Bûche de Noël Chocolate Cake</span><br>
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<i>Gratitude can transform common days into thanksgivings, turn routine jobs into joy, and change ordinary opportunities into blessings. </i><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">—</span>William Arthur Ward<br>
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In prior years we've been a big fan of <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2015/11/michelles-big-and-brined-thanksgiving.html" target="_blank">wet brining the turkey</a>, especially when we haven't had room to store the turkey in the refrigerator in the days leading up to Thanksgiving. Last year I was recovering from surgery and under my doctor's orders I was restricted from lifting anything heavy. My husband doesn't enjoy cooking so I wanted to keep his contribution simple which, for me, meant that he lend his muscle to lifting the turkey whenever it needed to be moved about. I was happy to retain the turkey prep and try a new, easier technique.<br>
The turkey turned out beautifully last year (as you can see from the photos). And it tasted divine so I am opting for the dry brining method again this year because it is so much easier than doing a wet brine.<br>
The key here is that the turkey needs to be rubbed with the dry brine mixture and placed in the refrigerator for a nice long rest - as little as two days or as long as four. The turkey is kept covered until the night before roasting. The uncovering step is key because the skin dries thoroughly when the cover is removed. This is what creates the delectable crunchy exterior while the bird is roasting.<br>
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The weather was so incredibly beautiful last year that we ate outside. Jay lit a fire in the fire pit and we all stayed outside late into the evening, talking, laughing, eating <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2015/11/classic-pumpkin-pie-salvation-sisters.html" target="_blank">pumpkin pie</a> and Linda's "famous" <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2010/11/best-all-american-apple-pie.html" target="_blank">All American Apple Pie</a>. We sipped <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2015/08/aged-holiday-eggnog-otherwise-known-as.html" target="_blank">George Washington Eggnog</a> that<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">—</span>believe it or not<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">—</span>I made two years prior. The hard eggnog was ultra smooth from long aging under refrigeration. <div>
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Now... without further ado.... the recipe for the roasted turkey of your dreams.<br>
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More often than not when my extended family gets together for a meal we prepare Mexican food. Nearly three years ago, we made <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2015/06/carnitas-pulled-pork-mexican-style.html">carnitas</a> for my daughter, Maddie's graduation, along with <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2011/08/shredded-beef-tostados-and-tacos.html">shredded beef tostados</a>, <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2015/06/degrazia-gallery-and-mission-in-sun.html">creamy refried pinto beans</a>, <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2010/12/riffs-on-coleslaw.html">coleslaw</a>, <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2014/11/the-not-too-girly-strawberry.html">strawberry-infused margaritas</a>, and <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2015/07/pineapple-ginger-agua-fresca-for-crowd.html">pineapple-ginger auga fresca</a>. For the past two years we gathered together for festive afternoons of making <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2016/12/a-southwest-tradition-tamales-for.html">tamales</a> in early December in early preparation for our Christmas dinner. My sister Linda was known for her <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2010/12/happy-birthday-guadalupe-feliz-navidad.html">Feliz Navidad Fiesta Menu</a> during the holidays, which <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2010/12/sopa-de-albondigas.html">albondigas soup</a> and cheese enchiladas were key components. It seems as if we can never get enough of a good thing. We all love the spicy food hailing from our neighbors south of the border.<br>
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Last month a handful of our larger group were all together again at my house the day before Thanksgiving. The day before turkey day I am energetically baking pies and prepping sides for the feast. If I'm too busy cooking the night before Thanksgiving, which is normally the case, my husband picks up pizzas and a big salad so that I can avoid making dinner. I love the fact that I can be too busy cooking tomorrow's meal to cook tonight's dinner. In my family everyone cooks, and cooks well, so I figured that I would put all that talent to good use and ask everyone to pitch in to help put a homemade dinner on the table instead of bringing-in take-out. Ask and you shall receive.<br>
My niece, Sonora volunteered to fry the corn tortillas and her sister, Avalon agreed to stuff the enchiladas. In a pre-planning move, I made the enchilada sauce the prior weekend along with a taqueria-style salsa. My sister, Juliette shredded the specialty Menonita cheese (made by Menonites) that she purchased just over the border in Mexico specifically for the enchiladas. Maddie arrived home a little later than expected because traffic was predictably terrible. She was thrilled to have a margarita poured for her shortly after walking in the door, plopping down her bags, and letting out a deep sigh of relief to be safely home for the holiday. No rest for the weary, I promptly tasked Maddie with making the <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2010/05/guacamole.html">guacamole</a> and the <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2010/10/mexican-creme-fraiche.html">Mexican <span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">crème fraîche</span></span></a>, which always seems to be her assigned job. I was in charge of making the homemade refried pinto beans that everyone adores. As a group we can forgo the rice but we can't skip the beans. Many hands make light work and within short order we finished prepping the garnishes and made a really delicious dinner together while we chatted, sipped <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2010/04/margaritas-for-you-and-me-or-crowd-por.html">margaritas</a> and laughed. This cherished time together is what memories are made of.<br>
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I have a confession to make. Until last week, I haven't made cookies in years. So many years, in fact, I can't recall the last batch of cookies that I baked. This lapse in cookie baking is due to my daughter, Maddie. Once Maddie was old enough to bake, cookies were her thing. If our family and friends wanted cookies, Maddie happily obliged their cravings. Maddie makes <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2011/07/great-cake-controversy-maraschino-party.html">excellent cakes</a>, too. Me? I continued on with the fussier side of baking, making delicious <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2014/11/absolutely-delicious-all-butter-pie.html">pie crusts</a> and <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2014/02/triple-chocolate-meringue-cookiesthird.html">triple chocolate meringues</a>. But now that Maddie's away at college, if I want cookies, it's up to me to make them.</div>
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I was invited recently to a photography event and the hostess asked for all the attendees to contribute to a potluck meal. I adore chocolate chip cookies, but I wanted to shake things up a bit and that's when my mind began wandering through the halls of time to recall other superb cookies from my bygone cookie baking days. It didn't take long for me to fondly recall my sister <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2013/10/halloween-dead-mans-party-cookies.html">Linda baking up batches of cookies when my daughter was small</a> and we all lived together for a brief time in 2001 before <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2013/09/san-francisco-chinatown-and-szechuan.html">our world got permanently turned upside down after September 11th</a>. This browniesque cookie is our favorite from that time. </div>
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The recipe is adapted from a Baker's chocolate recipe called <i>Death by Chocolate Cookies</i>. Linda changed the recipe a bit, which she always seemed to do, based upon <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2010/05/cooking-for-stars-and-old-fashioned.html">her years spent as a pastry chef in the Santa Ynez Valley</a>. The recipe couldn't be easier. All the kitchen equipment you need is a large glass bowl, a whisk, some measuring utensils, a couple cookie sheets and an oven and your on your way to producing an excellent batch of cookies. I hope you enjoy them as much as we do.</div>
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This is one of my favorite holiday side dishes. I have been making it steadily since 2004 when the recipe appeared in the Thanksgiving issue of <i>Food and Wine Magazine</i>. Aside from the traditional holiday menus that include <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2015/11/michelles-big-and-brined-thanksgiving.html">oven-roasted turkeys</a> and big ol' hams, the peas are spectacular all year long with <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2011/09/jefferson-state-of-mind-journey-and.html">Danny's Beer Butt Chicken</a>, and tortellini tossed with my <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2010/08/michelles-basil-pesto.html">basil pesto</a>. The dish also pairs quite beautifully with <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2013/11/a-fall-classic-beef-bourguignon.html">Beef Bourguignon</a>.<br>
I have modified the recipe over the years to make it even easier to prepare. The author, Grace Parisi, calls for frying most of the leeks as a garnish, which sounds like a great idea. However, much as I have tried, I cannot get the leeks to crisp properly and I dislike cleaning the stove after the frying. I now <span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18.2px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">sauté</span></span> the leeks and don't bother to garnish the final dish unless I already have some minced parsley on hand to shower over the top. I did flirt with the idea last year of making <a href="http://inspiralized.com/how-to-spiralize-an-onion-healthy-onion-rings/">spiralized crispy onions</a> to sprinkle on top of the dish, but I was too busy and directed my attention elsewhere. Such is the life of a hostess; always mentally computing what to add or discard to a recipe, to a menu, to a table setting. With or without a garnish, this simple, satisfying recipe is delicious.<br>
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<i>"After all, to the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure." </i><i style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px;"> </i><i style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18.2px;">—J.K. Rowling</span></span></i><i style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px;"> <span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;">November 1, 2015—I thought it only fitting that I start to tell the story of my breast cancer journey-battle on this—El Día de los Muertos—the day celebrated throughout Latin America as the day the the veils of the world thin, allowing the worlds of the living and the dead to interact for a short time. This day is thought to be the time in which one just might be able to connect with those loved ones that have now passed through this realm and on to the next. We sisters have celebrated the holiday with gusto and reverence for many years now. </span><br>
<span style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"> Each year we devote a Salvation Sisters' blog post to an aspect of the holiday. My sister Juliette outdid herself this year, by creating an amazing sugar skull that was featured on the current issue of Edible Baja—a regional magazine in Southern Arizona where my sisters both reside. Although I just remembered that I am forgetting about the year that she handmade such an amazing community altar to honor our sister Maria who died of a cerebral aneurysm at the age of 31 in 1992, leaving two young daughters behind. The Red Cross asked if they could take Maria's altar on a tour of the United States as part of a program to educate the public at large just how valuable it is to be an organ donor. Our sister's body helped over 300 recipient families to have better lives with the donation of her organs, bone and tissues.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"> In my 58 years on this planet, I have experienced the death and disappearance of many that I have loved dearly. My beloved grandmother Maxine, my sister Maria and my son Joshua have all departed this Earth plane for the realm of the spirit, and each has moved on to the next great adventure. In reflection I should add that I feel it is significant in my present circumstances that I have been abandoned by several lovers—traumatic events that each left me feeling bereft, scarred and alone. They had all been relationships that I was convinced would stand the test of time, and yet they did not. In contrast though, I have known great and lasting love—a life-long bond with my remaining two sisters, Juliette and Michelle, both of whom have provided me with a solid connectedness—firmly anchoring me with the living.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> As I begin to write on this holy day, I wonder if I will have departed planet Earth for the next realm by this time next year? There is really no way to know, but I have already begun in earnest to try and wrest the reigns from death, and stay here among the living for awhile longer.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> I walked downtown this afternoon for a pedicure, thinking that I would not go this year to the procession for El Día de los Muertos—too macabre even by my liberal sensibilities. For the last seven months I have thought about death a considerable amount—an inordinate amount even. Enough already, I said to myself this weekend, no more dwelling on death and dying, and yet when I turned the corner onto Kentucky Street which bisects the historic downtown of Petaluma, I was greeted with a Mexican Día de los Muertos street festival in full swing, and I had to laugh, the joke being on me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> "Welcome to the Día de los Muertos Celebration of 2015, Linda. It's quite possible that you might be the honored ancestor at next year's festivities." I said to myself.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> I can only describe it as a very sobering experience. However I did not weep, nor did I not feel sorry for myself. Instead I did what I am sure I will be doing until I draw my last breaths, or am just too weak to put the viewfinder to my eye—I pulled out my camera and started shooting.</span></div>
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By Michelle<br>
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Last November my sister Juliette, her daughter Sonora and I attended the All Souls Procession in Tucson like we have in year's past. Linda had been living in Tucson with my husband and me since April of 2016. After enduring both chemotherapy and radiation, and almost dying, she had regained her mobility and was getting out and about with the aid of a walker. The oncologist advised that while Linda's breast cancer was not curable, it was treatable, and that the "virgin" cancer cells might take a wollup of a beating after meeting chemotherapy for the first time. As the saying goes, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. After receiving treatment in February and March at UCSF, before moving to Tucson, Linda did rally over the summer months and steadily improved, albeit temporarily.<br>
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In September, Linda was dealt an emotional blow when a brain MRI revealed multiple small tumors. With this gloomy news, Linda could not bring herself to attend the All Souls Procession<span style="text-align: justify;">, suddenly developing an aversion to a celebration that was once near and dear to her heart. When pressed on why she didn't want to attend, Linda snapped, "You wouldn't enjoy either if you were dying."</span><br>
<span style="text-align: justify;"> Juliette replied, "That's the point, none of us know when our number is up. </span><span style="text-align: justify;">Día de los Muertos is about paying our respects to our loved ones that have died." They're dead. You're alive. Let's go remember them, together, while we still can. Then, that was that. There wasn't any more conversation about it. We went, Linda didn't.</span><br>
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<span style="text-align: justify;"> </span><span style="text-align: justify;">The irony is that Juliette, Sonora and I totally missed the procession. The three of us met in the late afternoon to mill around the starting point for the Procession. We wanted to see how participants were dressed and the late afternoon light afforded me the opportunity to take about a million photos without having to attach a flash to my camera. </span><br>
<span style="text-align: justify;"> The three of us eventually got hungry so we wandered around until we found a restaurant to get a bite to eat. We found a nice place to sit outdoors on a patio under a large tree that shielded us from the late afternoon sun. We ordered food to share from a food truck parked in the beer garden. One thing lead to another, one topic of conversation flowed into another, and by the time we picked ourselves up and walked to a nearby street on the parade's route, we discovered much to our chagrin (and embarrassment) that the Procession had already passed by.</span><br>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">Top photos, Juliette and daughter, Sonora. Bottom photo, Sonora and me.<br>Juliette decorated hats for herself and me to wear specifically for the Procession. </span></i></td></tr>
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<span style="text-align: justify;"> Not wanting the evening to end too quickly, we walked to <a href="http://hotelcongress.com/">Hotel Congress</a>, which has been a popular destination in downtown Tucson since 1919. We were lucky, once again, to find seats on the outdoor patio under a large, beautiful tree with sprawling limbs. A talented band was playing for our entertainment, so we happily ordered a round of cocktails and effortlessly picked back up our conversation. I can't imagine the weather being nicer anywhere in the world than a desert evening in Tucson i</span><span style="text-align: justify;">n the first few days of November. The majority of the crowd was dressed for the Procession. Faces decorated as sugar skulls illuminated the night under the dim yellow-hued lights strung above the patio and swagged across tree limbs. </span><br>
<span style="text-align: justify;"> And while I may not have time this year, due to recovering from a surgery (yes, it has been quite the year), to </span><a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2011/09/el-dia-de-los-muertos-making-sugar.html" style="text-align: justify;">make sugar skulls</a><span style="text-align: justify;"> or throw a </span><a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2011/10/sugar-skull-decorating-party.html" style="text-align: justify;">sugar skull decorating party</a><span style="text-align: justify;"> or make </span><a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2013/10/el-dia-de-los-muertos-in-tucson-arizona.html" style="text-align: justify;">Sonoran Hotdogs</a><span style="text-align: justify;"> or</span><a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2013/10/halloween-dead-mans-party-cookies.html" style="text-align: justify;"> Dead Man's Party Cookies</a><span style="text-align: justify;">, </span><span style="text-align: justify;">I will certainly without a doubt pay my respects to my all my loved ones, but especially to my dear sisters, Linda and Maria, whom have gone before me into the great beyond. I hope they will always feel my continuing love and devotion wherever they might be.</span><br>
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<span style="text-align: justify;">Links:</span><br>
<a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2010/10/el-dia-de-los-muertos-and-pumpkin-soup.html">Juliette's Sugar Skulls and Pumpkin Soup</a><br>
<a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2015/10/celebrating-el-dia-de-los-muertos-day.html"><span style="text-align: justify;">El Día</span><span style="text-align: justify;"> de los Muertos in Southern Arizona and Banana Salsa</span></a><br>
<a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2013/10/el-dia-de-los-muertos-in-petaluma-and.html"><span style="text-align: justify;">El Día</span><span style="text-align: justify;"> de los Muertos in Petaluma and Everyday Carnitas</span></a><br>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"><a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2013/10/halloween-dead-mans-party-cookies.html">Halloween Dead Man's Party Cookies (Traditional and Gluten-Free)</a></span></h3>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"><a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2011/09/el-dia-de-los-muertos-making-sugar.html">El Dia De Los Muertos: Making Sugar Skulls</a></span></h3>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2013/10/el-dia-de-los-muertos-in-tucson-arizona.html">El Día de los Muertos in Tucson, Arizona: The All Souls Procession and Famous Sonoran Hot Dogs</a></span></span><br>
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Although I haven't written previously about the Instant Pot<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">®</span></span>, I have fallen for the time-saving kitchen appliance just like every food blogger on the planet, or so it seems. I must admit though, I was slow to the pressure cooking party. And I would probably still be resisting the appliance if it wasn't for my sister, Linda. My steadfast mantra pre-Instant Pot<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">®</span> was that I didn't need one more appliance in my kitchen. I was wrong.<br>
Last fall during the small window of time that Linda felt well enough to start cooking again<span style="background-color: white; color: #545454; font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">—</span>one of her life-long passions<span style="background-color: white; color: #545454; font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">—</span>she volunteered to start making dinner during the work week. Although Linda was experiencing an upswing health-wise, she didn't have a lot of stamina. Linda wanted to cook and be productive but she didn't want to spend an inordinate amount of time getting dinner on the table.<br>
After reading many favorable reviews about the Instant Pot<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">®</span>, Linda ordered the 7-in-1 6-quart model and began using it on a regular basis. I was able to witness the ease of which she was able to quickly produce pot roasts, soups, beans and chili, poached chicken, shredded meats and even breakfast items such as steel cut oats. Although the Instant Pot<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">®</span> is a multi-use appliance, we have primarily used the pressure cooker function. Because it is an electric pressure cooker, it doesn't need monitoring while the food is cooking so it is as simple as pressing the settings and walking away, freeing up time to pursue other activities.<br>
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After two years of living in a college dorm, in August my daughter Maddie and two friends moved into their first apartment that is conveniently located near the university. The bad news for most young people is that an unfurnished apartment requires furniture, kitchen equipment and a stocked pantry, if one wants to cook, which after two years of enduring dorm food is exactly what the ladies wanted to do. Unlike most college kids, Maddie moved in to her first apartment with a fully loaded truck as if she was thirty years old.<br>
My family, we are the keepers of things. I hesitate to use the word hoarders. We do like to have <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2015/09/">the right tool for the right job</a>, as our father taught us. Interesting knickknacks decorate every nook and cranny. We appreciate clothes; our closets runneth over. We cook, we bake, we barbecue. We adore <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2013/08/the-accidental-thrifter-and-michelles.html">thrifting</a> and <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2011/10/sugar-skull-decorating-party.html">entertaining</a>. Although let's be honest, we liked entertaining more in years past than we do now. We are artists, which requires a stock of art supplies. We craft together, making things like <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2011/09/el-dia-de-los-muertos-making-sugar.html">sugar skulls</a> and <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2014/10/papel-de-china-making-variety-of-paper.html">paper flowers</a>. As sisters we have passed on our handy ways, our decorating styles, cooking skills and our love of velvet to our children... well, at least to our daughters. To be fair, the sons are handy and like to cook (if they like velvet, they keep it to themselves).<br>
As we were working outdoors in August to get Maddie packed up, I remarked to my husband that I couldn't believe Maddie had enough "stuff" to fill-up a 15-foot truck from floor to ceiling. Without missing a beat my husband made an antagonistic crack about how I was successfully completing my mission to burden the next generation, that these belongings would act like an anchor tied around Maddie's waist. Noting my sour expression, he quickly turned his mouth from a frown into a smile as if an insincere facial expression would counteract the instant flare-up of ire that I was urgently trying to tamper inside myself before it boiled over into a rancorous retort. Our inside joke is that you can pretty much say anything to anyone as long as you have a smile on your face. A delayed smile is a smile given too late. Mount St. Michelle was on the verge of erupting.<br>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">My house has been a jumble of home furnishings for the better part of six months as we sorted<br>and distributed Linda's personal belongings and household goods across our family. </span></i></td></tr>
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The conversation could have quickly escalated in to a full blown argument, but it didn't. Largely because I did not take the bait. My numerous years of circling the sun on this planet have taught me many valuable lessons, such as... moving sucks! On top of the moving drudgery, we were both feeling the wearing effects of the intense heat and humidity of a scorching summer day in the Sonoran desert. The afternoon high would reach a steamy 103 degrees. Crabbiness will naturally escalate in triple digit heat. It was simply too hot to put our withering energy into an argument, especially while in our front yard in earshot of our daughter and neighbors. We're not that kind of couple... yet.<br>
Although I didn't appreciate my husband's snarky comment, I couldn't necessarily in good conscience disagree with him either (much as I wanted to). I love the saying, "Keep it light enough to travel." Yet I've never managed to take the advice for myself, even when I've attempted to put it into action. My personal failure doesn't stop me from making the recommendation to others because it is still good advice. Much to her dad's chagrin, Maddie seems to be highly satisfied with her collection of possessions, a mix of new purchases as well as familial hand-me-downs and <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2017/04/linda-and-c-word.html">inherited items from Linda</a>, including furniture, housewares, decorative items, kitchen equipment, and that magician of an appliance, the Instant<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="background-color: white;"> </span></span>Pot<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">®</span>.<br>
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I have mentally taken note over the past few months that Maddie uses the Instant<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"> </span>Pot<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">® frequently. After cooking </span>on a gas stove all these many years at my house, Maddie is totally bummed over having an electric stove. The apartment's stove does seem pretty lame. So much so that when I called Maddie the other night she was using the Instant Pot<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">®</span>'s <span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">sauté</span></span> </span>function to fry <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2015/05/boneless-and-breaded-chicken-breastshow.html">Boneless and Breaded Chicken Breasts</a> instead of using a skillet on the stove. She said that not only does the stove take a long time to heat up, but it also doesn't get very hot. I recommended that she submit a maintenance ticket, which is, after all, the beauty of renting.<br>
After eating chicken upon chicken in myriads of ways for weeks on end on her limited budget, Maddie was more than ready to cook something different, so I recommended <a href="http://nomnompaleo.com/post/111934821818/pressure-cooker-kalua-pig">Nom Nom Paleo's Instant Pot</a><a href="http://nomnompaleo.com/post/111934821818/pressure-cooker-kalua-pig"> Kalua Pig</a>. Maddie was thrilled to cook up a big batch of the porky goodness and marveled at how easy it was to prepare (and inexpensive). While the pork was cooking unattended, Maddie did never-ending homework.<br>
Maddie froze leftover portions of the shredded pork in several ziplock packages for future meals. A packet can be quickly defrosted in the refrigerator overnight, or popped in cold water to defrost in about an hour, or slipped directly from the freezer into marina sauce to reheat slowly for a rustic ragu to ladle over cooked pasta. One base recipe of Kalua Pig can be taken in multiple directions, including Mexican, Italian, Hawaiian and Southern barbecue.<br>
I have used the Instant Pot<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">®</span> so much over the past year that I decided to upgrade to the larger model, the 7-in-1 8-quart/1200W. I'm glad I did. The extra capacity of two quarts makes it easier to cook larger cuts of meat, especially a whole chicken. Maddie and I love our Instant Pot<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">®'s </span>so much that they have earned permanent homes on the limited real estate of our kitchen counters.<br>
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<span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">Instant Pot</span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #990000;">®</span></span><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"> Wild Rice Chicken Stew</span><br>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">I captured the portrait of my husband in the heat of a summer's day in Joshua Tree National Park.</span></i></td></tr>
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I love the adventure of a road trip. A few weeks ago my husband and I drove from Tucson to Palm Springs, a short six hour drive. The impetus for the trip was for me to attend <i>The Portrait Masters Conference </i>so that I could further pursue my interest in portrait photography. My husband tagged along because he considers spending a few days at a Hyatt Regency and swimming in the lovely pools a swell idea.<br>
I began following and learning from my photography mentor on-line nearly six years ago. When <i><a href="http://theportraitmasters.com/">The Portrait Masters Conference</a></i> was announced back at the beginning of the summer I vacillated on whether to attend. The ticket price was high enough to give me pause, and I would also need to factor in the cost for lodging, food, extracurricular activities and transportation. I got over the hump by rationalizing that the money spent on attending the event was not an expense, but rather an investment in myself. In other words, given enough time, I can talk myself into anything.<br>
It's been a turbulent couple of years riding shotgun with my sister on her rough and tumble journey with breast cancer. (I shared our story in <i><a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2017/04/linda-and-c-word.html">Linda and the "C" Word</a></i>.) After Linda's death at the end of March I was left with the realization, once again, that life is short. Incredibly short. So I said yes to Palm Springs and yes to following my interest in photography and yes to a mini-vacation with my husband. Yeses all around.<br>
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While heading west to California we drove into a massive monsoon in the Mojave desert. People are terrified of other natural disasters, but there doesn't seem to be much of a fear factor related to monsoons. For the uninitiated, that is. But let me tell you, between the lightening strikes, the booming thunder, the gale force winds and the shear downpour of torrential rain, monsoons can cause significant damage in a minimal amount of time. While Hurricane Irma was terrorizing the East Coast, there was a mini Irma creating havoc on I-10 near Joshua Tree National Park.<br>
My husband and I were caught in the eye of the storm, just where we didn't want to be. Even with very low visibility, cars continued to rush past us in the left lane at 50 miles per hour as if there were no storm at all. An eighteen wheeler stalled in the right lane, which made driving even dicier as traffic narrowed from two lanes to one. Even though it wasn't a great situation, at least the stalled truck made traffic slow to stop and go traffic for many miles. Unfortunately the majority of drivers don't seem to know how to merge anymore. A few rude drivers wanted to rush around merged cars and cut in at the last minute. As <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Fierce-Invalids-Home-Hot-Climates/dp/055337933X">Tom Robbins</a> would say, "People of zee wurld, relax!" We made it to the hotel a little worse for the wear. That's why God created happy hour.<br>
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The next day we visited the <i>Palm Springs Art Museum</i> where we particularly enjoyed the mind-bending Kinesthesia exhibit. After exposing ourselves to art (figuratively, not literally - c'mon people) we drove to the nearby<i> <a href="http://www.colonypalmshotel.com/">Colony Palms Hotel</a></i> to eat al fresco at the <i><a href="http://www.colonypalmshotel.com/dining/">Purple Palm</a></i> restaurant, which resides in the beautifully landscaped inner courtyard adjacent to the large rectangular pool. This is a resort where the likes of Marilyn Monroe, <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2010/05/cooking-for-stars-and-old-fashioned.html">Kirk Douglas</a>, Clark Gable and many more Hollywood film stars used to hang out back in the day. I'm glad I did my restaurant sleuthing in advance because this place is a gem.<br>
Initially it seemed like a good idea to eat on the covered patio but we urgently had to move indoors midway through our meal. The sky unleashed its wrath and let loose a vicious storm that came barreling over the tall peaks of the San Jacinto mountains. It rained so hard and for so long that we could not leave the restaurant after we finished our meal. I had my camera with me and I did not want to risk it getting wet while dashing to the car. Or, worse yet, falling and causing injury to myself and my camera while dashing to the car over slippery pathways. So we waited, then waited some more.<br>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;"> As we sat at the bar and waited patiently for the raging storm to pass, we watched with increasing trepidation as the patio began to flood, and the water in the pool rose ever closer to escaping over the deck. The rippling water on the patio threatened to flow over the threshold into the restaurant. The monsoon was showing no signs of stopping anytime soon so I decided to while away some additional time by indulgently imbibing in an adult beverage. Although the air was not frigid, it was after all September in the Mojave desert, the pounding rain and ominous gray thunder clouds induced me to consider ordering a coffee drink even though the temperature was just below triple digits.</span><br>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> Our cheery waiter, Michael offered to go off menu and make me his favorite coffee drink, the one, according to him, he frequently makes at home. Gotta love a guy that routinely makes strong coffee beverages at home. Michael delivered to me a large steaming mug filled with two shots of espresso, a full shot of Jameson Irish whisky, half shot of Bailey's Irish Cream, half shot of Kahlua and topped with frothy steamed milk. One sip and I was sold. Thank you, sir! I'd love to make one every morning henceforth, if I could, without, you know, the stigma of starting off a day with two shots of the hard stuff in my double cappuccino. But, the holidays are coming, and without a doubt I know what I'll be making on Christmas morning. Merry Christmas to me.</span><br>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> The photography conference was just what I needed to help me find that spark I've been searching for these past six months since Linda passed away. Including my mentor, I learned from seven of the best portrait photographers in the world over the course of the event. I networked by chatting with the trade show's vendors, introduced myself to new acquaintances and along the way, I decided what I want to do moving forward. To jump-start my plans, I came home and ordered more camera equipment. Although word on the street is that the quality of the equipment doesn't make the photographer, well... it certainly doesn't hurt the creative process either. As Oprah would say, this is what I know for sure.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> I'm building a portrait portfolio so that I can launch my business website later this year. Stay tuned for that and more announcements to come. Hopefully 2018 will look much different than 2017. I know that many people will share the same sentiment after experiencing a bummer of a year, too. Can I get an amen? In truth it's been more than a single bummer year, i</span><span style="font-family: inherit;">t's been a difficult couple of years dealing with Linda's illness and then sorting and finalizing all the subsequent "stuff" that needs to be settled postmortem. </span><br>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"> Here's to all of us investing in ourselves and walking steadily and firmly towards what we really want with focus and determination. And, along the way, as I venture down this new path, I will mix up my routine and eat more salads like I enjoyed in Palm Springs. One must stay healthy to feed inspiration and to achieve big goals. The old adage is true, if you don't have your health, you have nothing. Stay well, my friends, stay well. </span></div>
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About this time last year Linda and I devised a spur of the moment plan take a road trip from Tucson to Santa Fe to visit the Indian Market that is held annually in mid-August. Over the years my sisters and I had talked in broad terms about how much fun it would be to attend the Indian Market, but our conversations did not transcend into actually making a plan. Cancer has a way of expediting a decision making process. We both agreed that there was no time like the present, while Linda was feeling well enough, for us to both mark a mutual item off our bucket lists.<br>
In July of last year Linda was feeling much better than she had felt earlier in the year after enduring six intense rounds of chemotherapy and ten radiation treatments to combat breast cancer that had metastasized to her lungs and bones. The chemotherapy seemed to bring Linda to the brink of death before she rebounded gradually. After nearly five months of feeling horrible and being mostly confined to a wheelchair, Linda had graduated to a walker and was getting around on her own two feet (much to everyone's elation). She was even smiling again (hallelujah).<br>
The dates of the market fit quite nicely in between Linda's routinely scheduled bi-weekly doctor's visits. And to everyone's satisfaction there had been no recent changes to her medications and she was tolerating quite well the myriad of pills she took daily. The future looked brighter than it had in a long time.<br>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">Yours truly on the left wearing my new Heishi necklace and </span></i><br>
<i><span style="font-size: small;">Linda on the right holding a Godfather cocktail.</span></i></td></tr>
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To proceed with caution we needed to factor in to the sightseeing equation that Linda could not walk long distances and that she might very well tucker out midday, which would necessitate a nap to recover her energy for evening activities. We also suspected that finding parking every day during the market hours would likely be awful and we needed control over that variable. With these contingencies in mind, it made sense for us to stay in the heart of Santa Fe near the action of the market, even though the cost of lodging would increase exponentially. Linda was surprised and pleased to find one available room at the historic <i>La Fonda Hotel, </i>which is conveniently located on the plaza near all the events we planned to attend.<br>
As with all great road trips, one thing leads to another. It didn't take long for us to figure out how to extend a quick weekend getaway in to what looked more like a mini vacation, or as we like to say, "Sistercation". If we were going to go all the way to Santa Fe, we agreed that we might as well tack on a couple of additional days and travel further north to Taos. If we were going to go to Taos, then Linda wanted to visit <span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Chimayó</span></span> to make a pilgrimage to the sanctuary. Linda worked the internet like a champ to put together a complete itinerary for sightseeing and dining. She scoured websites, read restaurant reviews and secured reservations for lodging and meals.<br>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">Linda and I enjoyed the performance of this fancy dancer champion.<br>I employed a couple of photo apps to create a painterly effect.</span></i></td></tr>
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The week before our trip, Linda's oncologist ordered a MRI of Linda's brain because Linda's tumor score had been increasing but comparative CT scans of the mid section of her body didn't reveal any significant changes. The day before we were to leave for Santa Fe, the oncologist called to give Linda bad news. Much to our dismay, the brain MRI revealed that there was indeed a tumor. If there is good news at such a time, it was that the tumor was small and treatable with radiation. Chemotherapy wasn't an option because it has trouble crossing the blood-brain barrier.<br>
The oncologist asked Linda if she had experienced any recent headaches or dizziness. Linda confirmed that she was asymptomatic. As a precautionary measure the oncologist prescribed a steroid that we needed to pick-up at the pharmacy in the morning on our way out of town. Linda was directed to take the medication, if needed, to counteract headaches or vertigo, should those symptoms suddenly occur. Linda and I mulled over whether we should cancel the trip. We mutually decided to override our concerns and to move forward with our plans. With the oncologist's blessing we were cleared to travel with the caveat that we needed to stop every 60 to 90 minutes so that Linda could stretch her legs and walk around a bit to get her blood moving.<br>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">Our favorite event that we attended was the Indian Market Haute Couture Fashion Show.</span></i></td></tr>
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The discovery of the brain tumor was a critical turning point for Linda. We knew that once we returned from the road trip that Linda would be meeting with a radiation oncologist to discuss treatment options. The unknown loomed large as Linda and I headed east the next day on I-10. We agreed that we would do our best not to let the news dampen our excitement for the trip or our enjoyment of our time together in New Mexico. We would be as carefree as possible and would not focus on the gravity of her situation.<br>
We understood from Linda's diagnosis at UCSF in Feburary that her stage IV breast cancer was treatable but not curable. We also understood that metastasis to the brain is fatal. Doctors will attempt to pacify a patient with statements that invariably start with, "Every patient is different and we do not know how each individual will react to a treatment." The doctor decides upon a course of action and if the treatment doesn't work then the next step is to try something different to see if it works. A treatment plan is just an ongoing experiment punctuated with many questions and few answers.<br>
What we knew for sure is that cancer spreads quickly in the blood-rich environment of the brain. If there was one brain tumor then there were likely multiple brain tumors that were at this point too tiny to see on the scan.<br>
We decided to move forward like everyone does by putting one foot in front of the other or, in this particular case, by shifting the car into drive while watching the miles speed by through the windshield of Linda's black Honda Civic Coupe (that she nicknamed Little Blackie after the protagonist's horse in the novel <i>True Grit.)</i><br>
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The driving time between Tucson and Santa Fe is about 7-1/2 hours. Roughly the half way point is Hatch, New Mexico where the famous, multi-varietal Hatch chiles are grown. Hatch chile season runs from the beginning of August through the end of September. Living in the southwest it is easy for us to source the coveted Hatch green chiles at our local farmers markets and in grocery stores.<br>
Last year we purchased about 20 pounds of fresh, flame roasted Hatch chiles at the Rialto Park farmer's market. Linda and I brought the fragrant chiles home, removed much of the charred skins with our fingers and then froze the prepared chiles.<br>
Some of the chiles I left whole and froze individually on sheet pans. My plans included making chile rellenos, which are roasted green chiles stuffed with a mild white cheese, dipped in batter and fried until golden. Also, a large portion of chiles were diced by hand with the aid of a chef's knife and then frozen in one and two cup portions. I planned to make dishes such as <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2013/09/lindas-hatch-chile-and-cheese-souffle.html">Green Chile and Cheese S<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 14.85px;">oufflé</span></a> and Green Chile Stew.<br>
What I particularly like about New Mexican food are the green and red chile sauces. Where many Mexican food eateries in the southwest seem to skate by using canned red sauce for enchiladas and smothered burritos, New Mexico is fanatical about preparing sauces from scratch. Linda and I happily ate New Mexico cuisine for every meal of the day and on several occasions we ordered our entrees Christmas-style, which means a dish is served doused with both red and green chile sauces.<br>
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The Indian Market is amazing and worth visiting if you are interested in Native American culture and in particular silversmithing and hand-crafted items, including jewelry, shoes, hats, drums and paintings. The market was so vast, with over a thousand booths, that Linda and I did not have the opportunity to visit every artist. We both purchased necklaces made of turquoise Heishi beads. Heishi beads were first made by the Navajo of the Kewa Pueblo (formerly known as the Santo Domingo Pueblo), located about 25 miles southwest of Santa Fe, which seemed like appropriate and special keepsakes to remember our trip.<br>
The visitors to the market were clearly turquoise aficionados and stacks of bracelets<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">—easily </span></span>worth thousands upon thousands of dollars<span style="background-color: white;">—</span>covered the arms of women and men alike. Linda adored the ostentatious fashion statement and proceeded to boldly wear every bracelet she brought with her for the rest of the trip. She continued to do so after we returned to Tucson, too. More is more, and more is better<span style="background-color: white;">—</span>clearly better<span style="background-color: white;">—</span>in Santa Fe. People watching is definitely a part of the spectacle during the Indian Market.<br>
Beyond visiting and talking directly with the artists there is much to do and see in Santa Fe during the Indian Market. There are dance exhibitions, a film festival, music performances, art exhibitions, and other activities taking place in the parks, galleries, hotels, museums and civic center. Our favorite event, where we just so happened to snag front row seats by arriving early, was the Indian Market Haute Couture Fashion Show. I took about a thousand photos (I kid you not) of the models who strutted their stuff down the runway wearing gorgeous fashion statements created by Native designers. <br>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><a href="https://www.washingtonpost.com/lifestyle/travel/a-little-church-in-new-mexico-with-some-big-healing-power/2014/04/10/6989ca34-b9bf-11e3-9a05-c739f29ccb08_story.html?utm_term=.5167e251940b"><span style="font-family: inherit;">El Santuario de </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;">Chimayó</span></a><span style="background-color: white; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="https://www.washingtonpost.com/lifestyle/travel/a-little-church-in-new-mexico-with-some-big-healing-power/2014/04/10/6989ca34-b9bf-11e3-9a05-c739f29ccb08_story.html?utm_term=.5167e251940b"> </a>is a Catholic church and </span>pilgrimage<span style="font-family: inherit;"> site for seekers of miraculous healing.</span></span></i></span></td></tr>
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After experiencing the bustle of the Indian Market, Taos definitely felt calm and relaxing to us during our stay at <i><a href="http://www.elmontesagrado.com/?gclid=Cj0KEQjwzYDMBRC1-JHJ7pPU278BEiQAwCv6JrFW8EfukovfW9cflW9XeHQP-9dSlAZDpzNWbuuOoEIaAlPX8P8HAQ">El Monte Sagrado Living Resort and Spa</a>, </i>even though we packed in a full two days of sightseeing by visiting the the <i><a href="http://www.taosartmuseum.org/">Taos Art Museum at Fechin House</a></i>, the Rio Grande Gorge, the <i><a href="http://millicentrogers.org/">Millicent Rogers Museum</a></i>, <i><a href="http://www.harwoodmuseum.org/">The Harwood Museum of Art</a></i> to view the art collection of <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mabel_Dodge_Luhan">Mable Dodge Luhan</a>, and last but not least, the ancient <i><a href="http://taospueblo.com/">Taos Pueblo</a></i>. Instead of being tired by all the activity, Linda was invigorated.<br>
On a whim as we drove back to the resort after our first day of sightseeing in Taos, we stopped by a grocery store and purchased Scotch Whisky and Disarrano Amaretto to make impromptu cocktails for happy hour back at our well appointed room before enjoying dinner at the hotel's fine dining restaurant.<br>
The base recipe for a Godfather cocktail is a 50-50 mix of whisky and amaretto poured over ice. No special equipment is required. The ice machine was down the hall and there were two glass tumblers in the room. The ratios of whisky to amaretto can be adjusted according to taste whether one prefers a stiff drink on the drier or sweeter side. We sat on the deck in comfortable wood chairs, sipped our cocktails and enjoyed watching a storm move in that brought a sweet sprinkling of rain and lowered the temperature to the point that we both had to put on a warm sweater and coat.<br>
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On the return drive home, we were still on the road about an hour outside of Tucson, when we watched the sun make a slow descent towards the horizon. The sky burnt pink and orange and puffy gray clouds heavy with rain dotted the luminous sky. Linda, thinking out loud in a low voice, said that she'd like to attend the Indian Market again the following year... if at all possible. Her voice trailed off and I sensed that she was mulling over the possible ramifications of the brain tumor.<br>
Pushing angst and what-if scenarios aside, we agreed that we'd make plans to return in twelve months and we hoped that our sister Juliette could join us. Juliette is a talented artist who has a deep appreciation for Native American design and craftsmanship and she also has a penchant for intricate bead-work.<br>
Linda and I wanted something to look forward to, something that we could hope for, to discuss and make plans for, even though the future seemed more unsure and foreboding than ever before during the course of her illness. After Linda passed away at the end of March, I did not cancel the hotel reservation at <i>La Fonda</i> for this year's Indian Market. I held on to some sliver of hope that perhaps Juliette and I might make the trip together.<br>
As the event looms nearer, I have come to accept that Linda is indeed gone and that this is not the year for Juliette and I to go on a road trip together to New Mexico. With a sigh passing through my lips, I must acknowledge that this particular situation is what it is. Linda's gone and I'm not going to Santa Fe in two weeks. A few minutes ago, with sadness and resignation, I cancelled the reservation. My husband said to me gently, "There's always next year." But that's not always a true statement, is it? There's only now. You must do things while you are able, before it's too late, like taking mini vacations with your loved ones and buying Hatch chiles while they're still in season.<br>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-size: 12.8px;"><span style="font-size: small;">Linda photographed on October 17th, 2015 at The Hess Collection in Napa, California.</span></i><br />
<i style="font-size: 12.8px;"><span style="font-size: small;">The last really great, happy, carefree day I spent with my sister.</span></i></td></tr>
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<i style="text-align: center;">"The greatest gift our parents ever gave us was each other."</i><span style="text-align: center;"> ~Unknown</span></div>
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Let me start by stating that my family doesn't get cancer. Or so I thought. My tribe mostly die from strokes and heart attacks, but not the dreaded cancer in any of its myriad of forms. This stupid misconception, this false sense of security that my family is somehow magically immune to cancer was unceremoniously dispatched in September 2015 when my sister Linda called to give me the horrid news that she had found a lump in her breast. When? Not recently, but six months prior in March. I was incredulous. For siblings who may go months between conversations this lack of disclosure may have been less of a surprise, but I spoke over the phone with my sister nearly every day. In addition, we frequently shared texts and emails.<br />
By now we all know and understand that early detection and prompt treatment are the keys to a successful recovery from any ailment. Why, oh why had Linda kept this health crisis a secret? The answer was simple. She did not want to pursue a cure through allopathic medicine. As a trained herbalist, Linda believed in the efficacy of naturopathic treatments. Linda thought she could heal herself, and that it was incumbent upon her to do so. If Linda did not share the fear inducing news of discovering a lump in her breast with her sisters, her son, or her parents, then she could proceed as she wished without conflict, without having to answer difficult questions, or justify her reasoning process to the people in this world who cared about her the most.<br />
As Linda had anticipated, as soon as she shared the news with Juliette and me, we began asking the tough questions. Her answers were unsatisfactory and left us wanting. We learned that Linda did not receive a diagnosis from a medical doctor. It was a chiropractor whom had confirmed Linda's worst fears. Juliette and I were dumbfounded. One does not go to a chiropractor to diagnose or treat cancer. Furthermore, it might not be cancer. The tumor could be benign or a cyst or something else. For all our efforts, we could not reason with Linda. Juliette and I could not fathom why Linda steadfastly refused to make an appointment with a board certified medical doctor. Didn't Linda want to investigate all the available treatment options and understand the corresponding pros and cons? No, she did not. Linda had set a course for herself and much to our chagrin she rigidly stayed on that course until her actions nearly took her life in the second week of February 2016.<br />
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Linda started her self-prescribed treatment plan by taking multitudes of supplements. When the breast gradually got worse she consulted the chiropractor in early September. The chiropractor advised that Linda better change things drastically in her life if she wanted to live. On September 18th, Linda completely overhauled her diet. Linda began drinking fresh green juice every morning and left behind coffee, refined sugar, all grain, vegetable oils, pork, eggs and any processed foods (essentially the Gwyneth Paltrow diet). Linda was enamored with <a href="http://www.budwigcenter.com/the-budwig-diet/#.WOklE_nyuM8">Dr. Budwig's anti-cancer diet plan</a> that included <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2015/11/dr-budwigs-power-muesli-gluten-free.html">a lot of flax oil mixed with cottage cheese</a> and she could enjoy the occasional glass of wine, or preferably champagne.<br />
Between September and December Linda lost over 50 pounds. In December alone she took off more than 15 pounds. Linda continued to use supplements of all kinds and she tried a variety of treatments including DMSO, black seed oil, MSM, maple syrup and baking soda, turkey tail mushrooms, cannabis oil and at least 15 other things. Nothing worked.<br />
In November due to pain and restricted breathing, Linda believed that the cancer had metastasized to her ribs, back bones and lungs. All her life, Linda's Achilles's heel were her lungs. Problems associated with asthma increased. Not wanting to let her teammates down, Linda continued to work full-time during the hectic holiday season at Whole Foods Market, but it became increasingly difficult for her to do so. The asthma caused more fatigue and exercising became more difficult. She was in pain. And yet she persisted, holding fast to her decision to self-treat. Juliette was especially vigilant in arguing the case for Linda to seek medical help. Linda dug in and got angry that Juliette wasn't being supportive.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>The Beaumont Sisters with our mother and Linda's identical twin boys, Jordan and Joshua (circa 1979). We're standing in front of our dad's cement mixer - it must have been a joke, <br />because there were much prettier places around the house to gather for a family portrait. <br />Left to Right: Juliette, Maria, Jordan, Mom, Michelle, Linda and Joshua.</i></span></td></tr>
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A couple of days before Christmas Linda finally made an appointment with a Naturopathic Doctor who had a special interest in oncology. Linda abandoned the Budwig diet in December due to an increasing aversion to dairy products and congestion. The N.D. agreed that Linda needed to eliminate all dairy from her diet, even products made from <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2014/03/growing-up-with-goats-redwood-hill-farm.html">goat's milk</a>. To Linda's surprise, because he is an N.D., he thought that she might need a mastectomy. To his credit, he immediately referred her to a surgeon at UCSF, but the first available appointment was not until early February. The N.D. also ordered a large panel of blood tests and a Thermogram to confirm that she had breast cancer.<br />
In the meantime, the N.D. recommended that Linda read <i>Radical Remission</i> a book that details other types of treatment based on research that the author completed with hundreds of people who survived cancer, and it delves into the nine top things that the survivors did to heal themselves. Linda also started <a href="http://www.faim.org/biomagnetic-therapy">biomagnetic therapy</a> with a practitioner in Santa Rosa, California who purportedly had very good success treating cancer patients with paired magnets.<br />
Linda also sought the help from her long-time acupuncturist. When the elderly Chinese man saw Linda's breast he exclaimed that he could not help her, that she should go see a doctor immediately. Post-haste. Oh boy was Linda angry. How dare he suggest such a thing. We held our tongues and rolled our eyes. Except for Juliette, who told Linda, to once again, get a frickin' clue.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">The Beaumont sisters circa 1967.<br />Front: Linda and Michelle<br />Back: Juliette and Maria</span></i></td></tr>
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Finally, in late December, two days after Christmas Linda threw in the proverbial towel and went on medical leave. Linda felt less guilty over the decision because she pushed through with sheer will power to make it through Christmas Day. And while the next few days would still be busy in Whole Foods stores through New Year's Eve, the worst of the holiday season was over.<br />
A few days later, on our dad's birthday, Linda sent an email to our extended family disclosing that she had breast cancer. Happy birthday to you, Paul. That's not even passive-aggressive, it's just aggressive. Dad said it was the second worst piece of news that he's received in his life. The first being when he learned that my sister Maria had died suddenly from a brain aneurysm. Linda once again stated her position in the email that she was a believer in natural medicine and that she had decided many years ago that she would not have breast amputation, radiation or chemotherapy. I have learned to omit the word "never" from my vocabulary. Because once you say the words "I will never do...__________", it is highly likely that you surely will do it.<br />
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In January, Linda limited her diet even further by following the <i>Cantin Ketogenic Diet</i>. She continued energy work with the magnet lady and started Vitamin C drips in the N.D.'s office. She integrated the Ketogenic regimen with the <i>Gerson Protocol for Cancer</i> diet, which mostly consisted of a lot of juicing and little else.<br />
In early January Linda wasn't convinced that she needed to retain the appointment with the surgeon at UCSF because she felt like she was improving. Regardless, we all urged her to keep the appointment, reiterating that receiving a proper diagnosis was of utmost importance. Thankfully, she did not cancel. By the end of January Linda was feeling weak and shaky and wondering if she needed to be hospitalized.<br />
The day before Linda went to UCSF she shared her thoughts in an email, "I have felt strongly compelled to see if my body couldn't heal with just supporting my immune system with diet, supplements and the other things that I have tried. Now I know that it cannot, and I will need to rely on conventional medicine."<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>On Juliette's wedding day in 1992. There ceremony took place in Bisbee, Arizona. <br />Juliette was pregnant with her oldest daughter, Avalon.<br />From Left to Right: Michelle, Juliette, Mom, Dad and Linda</i></span></td></tr>
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The medical staff at UCSF were outright shocked by Linda's condition. It is rare for a triage team to meet a new patient with such an advanced progression of the disease. The final diagnosis was bad news. Linda had stage IV breast cancer metastasized to the bones and lungs. Sure enough, so many months before, Linda had correctly self-diagnosed herself. The doctors concluded that Linda was treatable, but not curable. The breast was not operable. The disease had progressed too far. They could perhaps give her a couple good years. The doctors said that everyone responds differently to treatment, so all they can do is set a course of action and measure the results. In other words, they try something and see if it works. We'd hear this refrain again and again over the course of the next year.<br />
On February 9th Juliette and I flew to California to be with Linda and to help provide assistance to Linda's partner, Mark. Linda's son drove to Petaluma to also lend his helping hands. As a team we would assist Linda with her treatments and form a plan to provide for her short-term and long-term care.<br />
Linda was in and out of the hospital over the next couple of weeks. Juliette and I braced ourselves for the worst. We understood that Linda was at a critical intersection between life and death. Juliette and I saw Linda's malfigured breast for the first time during a medical examination. The doctor gave us the choice to leave but we declined the offer. Once we saw the disfigured breast, we would never be able to unsee it. No wonder the chiropractor and the N.D. said she had breast cancer. We could have diagnosed it too.<br />
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We marveled that Linda could look at her breast in the mirror and think for one second that she could heal herself with a new diet, some supplements, acupuncture and a pair of magnets. To make a horrible situation even worse, Linda almost over-dosed on aspirin, of all things. Before being admitted to UCSF, aspirin was all Linda had in her arsenal to combat pain and she simply took too many. The medical team went to Defcon 1 when they discovered that Linda's blood was too alkaline and the staff had to urgently correct the pH balance of her blood. <br />
The doctors started prescribing lots of drugs: long term morphine, short term pain morphine, anti-depressants, anti-anxiety, anti-nausea, steroids, laxatives (to counteract the effects of the opiates), and other meds. We kept a daily scorecard of the pills Linda took and when they were administered. The specialty equipment arrived: an oxygen condenser for the house, oxygen tanks for the car, a wheelchair, a walker, a commode, and a shower chair. As Linda said at one point, quoting the <i>Talking Heads</i> while lying in a hospital bed, "This ain't no party, this ain't no disco."<br />
Then there were the countless hours spent driving between Petaluma and San Francisco. Linda was chauffeured back and forth for chemo treatments, thoracentesis to drain the lungs, MRIs, CT Scans, a PICC line insertion until the port placement, among other things. Getting Linda in and out of the car and into the house or into the hospital took a minimum of two people. The two steps outside Linda's front door leading to the driveway became the bane of our existence. She'd either have to be spotted and guided with a walker or the guys would put her in a wheelchair and carry her over the threshold and over the steps. The smallest things become the biggest obstacles.<br />
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After resisting traditional medical treatment for so long (to avoid angry patriarchal doctors that lived to chop her breasts off - her words, not mine), Linda was shocked, and perhaps a little overwhelmed, and maybe a smidge sheepish to encounter the compassionate care provided to her from the staff at UCSF. Interestingly, the team treating Linda was almost completely comprised of females. Linda's oncologist in California was Dr. Melanie Majure. To this day we refer to Dr. Majure as "the unicorn" because she is a magical being. We all loved her, especially Linda.<br />
Within a few weeks of our arrival at Linda and Mark's house, it became apparent to Mark, Juliette, Jordan and me that Linda would need long term care and that staying in California was not sustainable. This is an excerpt of an email that I wrote to my parents on February 14th:<br />
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<i>"Overall Linda is doing much better than when Juliette and I arrived. However, "better" is a relative term. Linda is having trouble moving, although she is standing and walking (with difficulty), slowly and with the help of a cane and the grabbing of furniture and door handles as she moves through the house from the living room to her bedroom and bathroom. She is still on oxygen 24 hours a day. She is managing pain with a regimented routine of morphine and oxycodone. She's a little hard of hearing. She doesn't always remember what she's said or what somebody else has said to her. However, she feels well enough to micro manage the house's occupants. "Do this", Do that", "Get this", "Make this", "Toss this", "Rub this", etc. And if the demand isn't met lickety-split then there is hell to pay. If a demand slips from her mouth, it's got to be done now. As in right this moment, even if it is a non-urgent matter. We're all collectively taking a deep breath and hope that the chemo works really fast to get her to a much better, less demanding place. We've got to figure out long term care for Linda because it is taking a village at this time to take care of her and not one of us has the choice of not working. We've all got responsibilities of our own and we have bills and mortgages to pay. Juliette and I cannot relocate to California. Jordan has some time before he need to return home for fire season. Mark can only take a 2 to 3 month leave and he'll be stretched too thin on his own with no back-up if she doesn't make quick progress. The hope is that the chemo will enable Linda to become self-sufficient without the need for round the clock care. The medical staff seem to think that we'll have a good idea within three to four weeks of how the chemo is reacting in Linda's body.</i><br />
<i> If Linda will need to continue to receive round the clock care, the only conclusion that we've been able to reach after looking at the situation from all angles is that Linda must move to Tucson. We don't know how resistant she will be to the proposal. We need to gather more information to verify that a move is possible. We need to investigate her insurance plans, both medical and disability, to understand if there are any issues if she were to relocate. But before we can do anything, Linda needs to get stronger and stabilize. So, we haven't broached the subject yet, even though it is the elephant in the room. We're hoping to have that conversation with Linda before Juliette and I return to Arizona. Logistically it will be a big pain in the ass to pack and move Linda. That will take a village too. And if she's still being Ms. Bossy Pants at that stage in the game then one of us (or more) will surely lose our minds."</i><br />
<i><br /></i> After a couple of weeks Juliette and I returned to Arizona. As the world turns, our mother was experiencing health issues and needed assistance. In the words of Murphy's Law, "What can go wrong will go wrong." Juliette moved in with my mother and began attending to her needs. Juliette is still with her today. I returned to California to help Mark.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">Portrait of Linda taken March 2016 in her home in Petaluma, California.</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: small;">We thought this styling channeled her inner <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Imperator_Furiosa">Imperator Furiosa</a>.</span></i></td></tr>
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The long and the short of it is that Linda did relocate and it indeed took a village of friends and family to get her packed up and moved to my house in Tucson. One doctor said we couldn't go, that Linda could easily die during transit. A few folks said we shouldn't. I hate these words: couldn't, wouldn't, shouldn't. Caught between a rock and a hard place, we did what we had to do. We knew this for sure: Linda's life in Northern California was not sustainable.<br />
Thankfully we had the support of Linda's oncologist. Dr. Majure advised that we avoid planes so we made plans to drive. Dr. Majure promised that she would do everything in her power to help us relocate and that she would strengthen Linda as much as she could for the journey ahead. The doctor was a true blessing in a time of great need. All the while I steadfastly hoped that the 1,000 mile road trip would not look like a conjoining of the films <i>Weekend at Bernie's</i> and <i>Little Miss Sunshine</i>.<br />
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My daughter, Maddie flew out for spring break and we began packing Linda's belongings the first week of March. Friends packed boxes and cleared the pantry. Another plant-loving friend accepted the generous gift of Linda's well cared for potted plants and trees. Jordan and his friends rented the largest moving truck available, loaded his mother's belongings and drove to Tucson in one straight shot, about fifteen hours of driving time.<br />
My husband and I caravanned in two heavily laden vehicles, Linda's car and a rented van. We departed Linda's house on the last Monday in March and nine hours later we stopped for a two-day layover in La Quinta. We stayed with our dear family friends in a beautiful house situated on a golf course in a gated community. It was a blessing because we all needed time to recuperate. While Linda napped, Jay and I spent hours in the courtyard soaking up the mild sun. Between continuing to work full time, assisting with Linda's care, and packing the house on nights and weekends, it was the first time in months that I sat and did absolutely nothing. I reveled in the nothingness.<br />
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The wife of our host, and my mother's best friend, was a victim of breast cancer. He and his partner, a lovely woman whose husband had passed away several years ago, treated us with kindness, while also not shying away from openly discussing the brevity of our situation. His observation was that chemotherapy takes the patient to the brink of death. And that the path back to health is a slow and arduous climb. As individuals they were no strangers to sadness and grief and yet they have forged ahead and found happiness together. We enjoyed hearing about their travels and their shared interests. He played the piano for us and together they prepared our meals, made margaritas and poured wine. God bless the caregivers.<br />
We arrived in Tucson on a late Thursday afternoon after a smooth drive through the desert. Linda's son, Jordan and his two buddies arrived with the moving truck and moved some of Linda's things into the house and the remainder into a large rented storage locker. Linda had her first appointment with her new Oncologist five days later. As promised, the unicorn helped to facilitate the transfer of care and all went smoothly, much to everyone's relief. I patted myself on the back that Operation Relocate Linda was a success. Upon arriving in Tucson Linda was quickly set-up with a course of ten radiation treatments to treat the metastasis to the bones.<br />
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The good news was that the chemotherapy knocked the virgin cancer cells for a loop. By early May, Linda's tumor marker score was cut in half. We finally learned how to heal the bed sores that had for months plagued her and me (since I had to assist with treating them). One of the things I never imagined for myself is that I'd have to apply medication and bandages to the insides of my sister's butt cheeks, but there we were doing just that. The medication wasn't going to apply itself.<br />
The physician at the wound clinic said that Linda could cure the sores if she consumed a minimum of 90 grams of protein a day. It was as simple as that. We were relieved and frustrated at the same time. Why hadn't anyone with a degree in medicine mentioned this before? Within two weeks of a dietary regimen that included supplementing with <a href="http://www.vitalproteins.com/collagen-peptides.html">Vital Proteins Collagen Peptides</a> in addition to <a href="https://www.jayrobb.com/protein/egg-white-protein-vanilla.asp">Jay Robb Egg White Protein Powder</a>, the awful sores were healed. We always felt as if we were learning everything the hard way, no matter how many questions we asked or how much research we did on the internet.<br />
With a physical therapist's assistance, Linda started taking short walks outside with the aid of a rolling walker. By early June all the home care providers had discharged Linda. And while Linda still used supplemental oxygen in the house, particularly at night, she no longer required it when we ventured away from home. We felt so free not having to drag an oxygen canister around with us wherever we went. By early July Linda had weened herself completely off morphine and was able to lift her camera again to take photographs, a lifelong passion.<br />
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In June Linda started pestering me about driving. I was hesitant about the idea and shared my thoughts with my dad in an email:<br />
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<i> "For the last two weeks or so, Linda's broached the subject of driving her car again. I wasn't too excited by the idea. Linda trotted out rebuttals, such as "it will make your life easier", and my favorite: "I won't be driving that far". To which I replied, "Most accidents happen within a five mile radius of home." Granted she has been steadily improving, both physically and cognitively. She's almost completely off the heavy drugs, and what she takes, she takes at night to help her sleep. Linda is certainly more alert, but is she alert enough? I trotted out another rebuttal, "What about getting the walker in and out of the car?" In an act of defiance, she did just that. She went and pulled the walker out of the trunk unfolded it, and the folded it and put it back in the trunk. </i><br />
<i> We chatted with the doctor today about the subject. The doctor said she was fine with it as long as Linda isn't driving at night while on any meds. The doctor recommended that somebody drive with Linda a couple of times to see how she does. Linda was not too excited by this idea because, as she pointed out, I've never been a fan of her driving ability. True that. We'll give it a go and see how she does. Granted, driving in Tucson is not driving in San Francisco. Everything Linda initially wants to do is within a few miles of the house. Linda even suggested that we take a night class together at the Pima College Extension Campus that is just down the street. Even if I didn't attend with her, she could certainly drive herself there and back."</i><br />
<i><br /></i> To help rehabilitate her hands (the chemo gave Linda peripheral neuropathy of the hands, in particular her left hand), she decided to take up knitting. Linda ordered a kit online that contained the yarn, special knitting needles, a pattern and access to online videos that showed how to do the project step-by-step. In the hottest part of the summer, Linda began working on a beautiful, thick red scarf that she said was for me. We'd jokingly say that she was knitting an heirloom. And, that I'd need to go to Antarctica to use it. If I didn't see her work on the project during the day, I'd say, "Get to work on my heirloom. Winter is coming." Everyone loves a little Game of Thrones humor. Now that she was feeling much better and it seemed that she had perhaps years, and not months to live, we'd say in good humor that she now had time to knit everyone in the family an heirloom.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">Linda and I took a road trip to New Mexico, the land of enchantment, in August 2016. </span></i> </td></tr>
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In August Linda and I took a spur of the moment road trip to Santa Fe to visit the Indian Market. We three sisters and our mother, and now our daughters, all have a deep appreciation for turquoise jewelry. (And clothes made from velvet, but that's another story.) Juliette wanted to go with us, of course she did, but decided that it was pertinent to stay with our mother and attend to her needs. <br />
Linda and I splurged and stayed at <a href="https://www.lafondasantafe.com/">La Fonda on the Plaza</a> so that we'd have easy access to the room in case Linda got tired and would need a nap. After the Indian Market ended on Sunday, we drove further north and a little east to make a pilgrimage to the famous <a href="http://www.elsantuariodechimayo.us/">Santuario de Chimayo</a>. We rubbed the holy dirt on our foreheads and said prayers for Linda's health. We drove further north and stayed two nights in Taos at the gorgeous <a href="http://www.elmontesagrado.com/">El Monte Sagrado Living Resort and Spa</a>. We visited the <a href="http://taospueblo.com/">Taos Pueblo</a>, the <a href="https://www.millicentrogers.org/">Millicent Rogers Museum</a> (a kindred spirit, for sure) and wandered around the <a href="http://www.taosartmuseum.org/fechin.html">Nicolai Fechin House</a> and garden. Linda's appetite had fully returned and throughout the trip we ate delicious New Mexico cuisine made with Hatch green chiles.<br />
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By September Linda was strong enough to garden. This was a big deal. Everywhere she has lived, Linda has always made her little corner of the world a more beautiful place by planting a garden. Occasionally <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2014/06/a-gift-of-fava-beans-and-garden-reverie.html">in the ground</a>, but mostly in containers. Linda drove herself to local nurseries and selected a variety of flowering plants, vegetables and herbs. Along with the plants, she'd return with pots and potting soil. Wearing a sundress and a straw hat, with gloves on her hands, she'd go about confidently planting her new purchases.<br />
Linda invited birds to the yard by installing a large bird bath and multiple bird feeders. From her seat at the dining room table, she loved watching the goldfinches, house finches, doves, hummingbirds and the birds of prey <span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">—</span> owls, hawks and kestrels. A pair of male and female cardinals made rare appearances in the yard, which made spotting them an exciting event.<br />
The day before the road trip began Linda found out that she had a brain tumor. She did not have any outward signs, but the doctor called in a steroid that we had to pick up on our way out of town. Linda was to take the steroid in the event of headache or dizziness. Linda's tumor marker had been increasing but her CT scans looked good. The oncologist thought it wise to take a look at her brain and an MRI was scheduled. Of course, having breast cancer metastasize to the brain is really bad news. We didn't let the news damper our enthusiasm for the trip. After our return from New Mexico, in mid-September Linda received <a href="https://www.radiologyinfo.org/en/info.cfm?pg=stereotactic">stereotactic radiosurgery</a>, a radiation treatment, to eliminate the tumor. It's a fairly straightforward, fast procedure that is done in an outpatient center.<br />
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<i><span style="font-size: small;">"Sisters are different flowers from the same garden." ~Unknown </span></i></td></tr>
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We moved into the rhythms of the holidays. Linda declined to attend the All Souls Procession in downtown Tucson with Juliette and me, and Juliette's daughter, Sonora. Although Linda previously adored <span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white;">Día </span></span>de los Muertos celebrations, she was now prickly about all things related to death. She said that Juliette and I would be too if we were staring death in the face. Juliette and I reminded Linda that no one is getting out alive, that we all have the same fate. Linda angrily said she was closer to death than we were. To quote the film, Gladiator, "I knew a man once who said, "Death smiles at us all. All a man can do is smile back." And that's what we did. We went to the Procession and Linda stayed home.<br />
I hosted Thanksgiving and we prepared a ginormous 26 pound turkey and all of Linda's favorite side dishes. At Christmas, we made sure to buy a tall gorgeous tree, a Nordmann Fir from Oregon. I pulled out all the old family ornaments, including some bedazzled heart shaped ornaments that Linda had sewn in her twenties. Linda and I took our time decorating the tree together and enjoyed reminiscing about Christmas's past. Linda's son came to visit. My daughter was home from college. Two of three of Juliette's children and her grandchildren were with us. Linda made sure that we all posed for family photos on Christmas day. I'm glad that she insisted. Based upon how she was feeling Linda mused that it would be a miracle if she lived to see next Christmas. All I could think to say was that I believed in miracles.<br />
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One need not be a doctor to determine that the prescribed oral chemotherapy was no longer working. In retrospect, we're not sure that any of the oral treatments worked. In January, Linda's oncologist recommended starting a course of intravenous chemotherapy to battle the cancer that was actively blooming again. This news took the wind out of Linda's sails. She all too clearly remembered how ill the first round of chemotherapy made her feel. The stigma of a bald head. The insistent nausea. She described most foods as tasting like metal in her mouth. The oncologist assured Linda that the side effects with this new chemotherapy would be less severe. Linda should not lose her hair and food should continue to taste good.<br />
Unfortunately in March more brain tumors were discovered via a routine MRI and stereotactic radiosurgery followed by mid-month. Chemotherapy typically does not cross the blood brain barrier. Therefore the only treatment for tumors in the brain is radiation. The radiation oncologist thought the best treatment option was whole brain radiation, but the oncologist instead recommended targeted radiation to save the whole brain radiation as an option for later. Whole brain radiation can be performed only once and no other radiation treatments can be received afterwards. It's a one shot deal.<br />
My observation is that the radiation procedure was difficult for Linda both mentally and physically. Her uncomfortable state was compounded by the fact that she was having a lot of trouble with her lungs. Breathing took effort. A lot of effort. The cancer was clogging the pleural cavity that resides between the lungs and the wall of the chest. Linda once again had to have a procedure called thoracentesis, whereby excess fluid is removed by inserting a needle into the chest. The doctor recommended inserting a catheter into the chest so the lungs could be drained daily at home. Linda declined, concerned about the potential for infection. Linda was back on oxygen full time and she was disappointed that after working so hard to get off morphine, she was back to taking it consistently to manage pain and shortness of breath.<br />
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Linda passed away two weeks later. The week before she had been diagnosed with pneumonia and anemia. She began taking an antibiotic to fight the lung infection and received a blood transfusion to give her a much needed boost of red blood cells. Neither treatment seemed to make a significant difference. Linda continued fighting but she was flanked on all sides by the ever nimble, ever growing cancer.<br />
Three days before her death Linda made the difficult choice to stop treatment and transfer to palliative care with hospice. The oncologist said that Linda perhaps had upwards of two months to live. To the contrary, once Linda made that choice, she opted for a quick exit. She metaphorically flipped the switch and the decline was steep and swift. Everyone was taken by surprise at how quickly<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">—</span>within 72 hours <span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">—</span>Linda transitioned from this life to that great unknown; whatever it is that is next.<br />
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I cannot even begin to describe how difficult it is to bear witness to a loved one, in particular my beloved sister, succumb slowly to cancer. It's a nasty, nasty disease. She fought a valiant fight and was courageous to the end. Cancer tried to take her dignity, it failed in that regard.<br />
Even though it is a futile exercise, I cannot help but wonder if Linda had immediately pursued medical treatment after discovering the tumor in her breast, if she'd now be living a full and productive life. I saw so many women independently receiving treatments at the infusion centers in San Francisco and Tucson, and then walking out, car keys in hand, to go about the routines of their normal lives. Surviving cancer is all about quick and decisive action to seek a cure.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">Juliette, Linda, Michelle and Maria at Surf Beach circa 1968.<br />Photograph by our father, Paul Beaumont</span></i></td></tr>
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The moral to this story is to be your own best advocate for protecting your health. An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure. Visit your doctor for an annual wellness check. Both women and men should perform routine breast exams. Men develop breast cancer, too. Women: get a mammogram. Even better, if you can afford it, get a thermogram. Never heard of it? Not a big surprise. A thermogram will one day replace mammograms, but insurance companies currently only cover the costs of mammograms. On a side note, you can request a CT scan on your heart to learn if there is any calcification that could lead to a heart attack. Has your doctor ever suggested one? Probably not, but out of pocket it only costs about $85.00 and you'll have a much better understanding of your risks for heart attack.<br />
And one more piece of advice, if you will indulge me the opportunity. Actively choose to be happy. Don't like your job? Find another. Don't like where you are living? Move. We tell ourselves stories that keep us trapped and stop us from pursing what we really want. As my mentor says, everything is "figuroutable". Decide and then take action. It may take a while to get from "here" to "there". That's okay. Be consistent. Slow and steady wins the race.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">The three graces enjoying <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2012/10/sistercation-sangria-soundtrack.html">Sistercation in Northern California</a> in October 2012.<br />Photograph by Mark Glasser. </span></i></td></tr>
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Recently I met a breast cancer survivor who worked with an N.D. while she was receiving chemotherapy. She scheduled routine Vitamin C drips and supplemented her diet with a plethora of vitamins and herbal remedies. She attributes her recovery to chemotherapy and radiation, but feels strongly that she benefited from the supplements and herbal remedies that complemented her treatments. The old saying comes to mind, and it comes to me in my father's voice. "You don't bring a knife to a gun fight."<br />
Linda made her choices and then had to abide by the outcomes. There are no do-overs. She said she had no regrets. In my opinion, that's just stubbornness talking. After Linda passed away at Casa de la Luz hospice, I returned to my house followed by her son, Jordan and ex-husband, Danny. We stayed up into the wee morning hours, having a wake of sorts, drinking Jameson's Irish whiskey on the rocks while we talked and reminisced. I was lamenting the fact that Linda did not seek treatment earlier, even though everyone kept urging her to do so, especially Juliette who took the brunt of Linda's wrath for not supporting her alternative treatment plan. Danny's reply resonated deep within me. He said, "Linda's passion overwhelmed reason because her passion was so committed." Truer words have never been said.<br />
Linda and I were about as close as two sisters could be. We were two little peas in a pod. We sounded alike, dressed alike, and shared the same sense of humor. I hope you rest in peace, Linda. We shall meet again. I loved you resolutely and completely in this lifetime, and I will continue to do so until the end of time.<br />
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<i>"A loyal sister is worth a thousand friends." ~Unknown</i></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">Michelle, Juliette and Linda enjoying <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2013/10/sistercation-in-bisbee-arizona-and.html">Sistercation in Bisbee</a>, Arizona in September 2013.<br />Photograph by Fernando Serrano.</span></i></td></tr>
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Salvation Sistershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07780358097127781961noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002212249736084772.post-67368941289626465522016-12-01T16:35:00.002-08:002016-12-09T15:03:19.602-08:00A Southwest Tradition: Tamales for Christmasby Michelle<br>
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About this time every year I go into full holiday planning mode. I'm usually on the hook to host multiple family dinners at my home between Winter Solstice through New Year's Eve. In recent years<span style="background-color: white; color: #545454; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">—</span>after a string of increasingly stressful holiday dinners, an unjoyful attitude (just call me #grinchy) and trying to overcome nightly aching, throbbing feet<span style="background-color: white; color: #545454; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">—</span>I decided to simplify my life as much as possible by creating menus where a key part of each meal can be made ahead and frozen. <br>
Not to be too <span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">cliché</span></span>, but I do fall into planning menus that are influenced by countries that I have visited and whose cuisines I enjoy the most, such as France, Italy and Mexico. Go ahead, I dare you: try advising my family that (surprise!) we're having Scandinavian or Moroccan for Christmas dinner this year and see the range of "ew" faces develop like Polaroid pictures in front of your eyes. Just like a Thanksgiving meal, a Christmas Eve or Christmas dinner is no time to break new culinary ground. Save that for the doldrums of January.<br>
A couple of years ago after finally reading Julia Child's first groundbreaking cookbook, <i>Mastering the Art of French Cooking</i>, I opted to prepare a triple recipe of crowd pleasing <span style="background-color: white; font-family: "georgia" , "utopia" , "palatino linotype" , "palatino" , serif; font-size: 14.85px;"><a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2013/11/a-fall-classic-beef-bourguignon.html">Beef Bourguignon</a></span> in November. I let the hearty stew with the fancy name sit in the refrigerator to rest for 24 hours. Then, the next day, I divided the big batch of goodness into portions that would serve about 6 people. Into the freezer went the portioned packages, and I gratefully checked one more item off my to-do list.<br>
I collect a final headcount for each holiday dinner about a week in advance. Two days before the special dinner, I transfer the number of frozen packages to the refrigerator to defrost. All that I need to do to finish dinner is to whip up some mashed potatoes, make a friendly veg (#nobrusselsprouts), gently reheat the Beef<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "georgia" , "utopia" , "palatino linotype" , "palatino" , serif; font-size: 14.85px;"> Bourguignon</span> and open a couple of bottles of wine. I produce a rustic, but elegant dinner with hardly any fuss on the day of the gathering.<br>
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The same strategy applies to <span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "utopia" , "palatino linotype" , "palatino" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "utopia" , "palatino linotype" , "palatino" , serif; font-size: 14.85px;"><a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2013/04/the-best-ever-bolognese-sauce.html">Pasta Bolognese</a>, which only needs to be paired with shaved parmesan </span><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 14.85px;">(</span></span></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;">Parmigiano-</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;">Reggiano, if you're feeling </span><span style="background-color: white;">extravagant<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>) </b>and</span></span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "utopia" , "palatino linotype" , "palatino" , serif; font-size: 14.85px;">an excellent </span></span><a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2011/05/salad-of-leafy-greens-with-joans.html" style="background-color: white; font-family: georgia, utopia, "palatino linotype", palatino, serif; font-size: 14.85px;">salad of leafy greens</a>. If you want to make just about everyone extra happy, broil a loaf or two of <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2013/07/italian-street-painting-marin-and.html" style="background-color: white; font-family: georgia, utopia, "palatino linotype", palatino, serif; font-size: 14.85px;">crusty garlic bread</a> and serve hot from the oven.<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "georgia" , "utopia" , "palatino linotype" , "palatino" , serif; font-size: 14.85px;"> If anyone is Paleo in your group, it's really easy to serve the Bolognese over </span><a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2014/07/the-all-so-wonderful-and-versatile.html" style="background-color: white; font-family: georgia, utopia, "palatino linotype", palatino, serif; font-size: 14.85px;">zoodles</a><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "georgia" , "utopia" , "palatino linotype" , "palatino" , serif; font-size: 14.85px;"> or </span><a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2012/03/faux-pasta-spaghetti-squash.html" style="background-color: white; font-family: georgia, utopia, "palatino linotype", palatino, serif; font-size: 14.85px;">spaghetti squash</a>. For more traditional eaters, the Bolognese sauce also pairs well with regular or gluten-free pasta. <span style="font-family: inherit;">My go to brand for gluten-free pasta, which is available in a variety of shapes, is Bionature<span style="background-color: white;">æ</span></span><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"><span style="background-color: white;">®</span><span style="background-color: white;">. </span></span><br>
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "utopia" , "palatino linotype" , "palatino" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 14.85px;"> My other most requested holiday menu hails from south of the Arizona border: <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2015/06/carnitas-pulled-pork-mexican-style.html">Carnitas</a> and an assortment of Tamales from Mexico. To round out the menu, I prepare homemade pinto beans and Mexican Rice. Garnishes include <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2010/05/guacamole.html?m=0">Guacamole</a>, </span></span></span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2010/10/mexican-creme-fraiche.html">Mexican Crème Fraîche</a></span></span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "utopia" , "palatino linotype" , "palatino" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 14.85px;">, shredded cheese, shredded lettuce and diced tomatoes. Normally I make the carnitas ahead (and freeze), and buy the tamales from a local purveyor. But last year my sister Juliette proposed that we gather a group of family and friends to make the tamales together down in her home turf of Bisbee. If you aren't familiar with the tiny historical town of Bisbee, you can read all about it's eccentricities <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2010/09/fideo-calabacitas-style-and-alternate.html">here</a> and <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2013/10/sistercation-in-bisbee-arizona-and.html">here</a>.</span></span></span><br>
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We had so much fun making the tamales last year that we are going to do it all over again this year. Our group talked and laughed and got caught up with each other while assembling tamale after tamale. We listened to music and sipped a variety of beverages. The team made a ton of tamales over the course of an afternoon. For contributing their labor, everyone took tamales home with them to eat that night or freeze for a future, very delicious, make-ahead meal.</div>
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The really great thing about preparing your own tamales is that you have control over the ingredients and you are only limited by your imagination. You can successfully make vegetarian tamales by simply swapping the lard for corn oil or your oil of choice. I personally prefer lard. I have found good sources for lard at my local farmers' markets. We weren't planning on breaking any new ground flavor-wise, it is the holidays after all, so we prepared three fillings: shredded pork, shredded turkey, and vegetable with black beans.</div>
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An unlikely discovery that we have made over the years is that the meat inside a tamale tastes very similar regardless of whether it is filled with pork, turkey and beef. Strange, I know, but true. So when choosing a filling, it really comes down to your eating preferences. You don't need to make multiple fillings unless you feel compelled to. Even then, it can be difficult to tell which tamale your selecting from the steamer pot unless the tamales are marked in some way, such as a different wrapping style, or tying with different colored strings to indicate the various flavors.<br>
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Traditional tamales will often have one green olive tucked in the filling. Eating these tamales can be kind of dicey, a variation of Russian roulette, because often the green olive will contain a seed. We really appreciate green olives so we tend to add three to the filling, but we use pitted green olives to avoid the risk of losing a tooth while trying to enjoy a holiday dinner in a darkened dining room lit by candles. We're never quite sure what's in any particular bite. Not naming names, but one sister would lament if there was only one green olive in her tamale while another sister, who also randomly selected a tamale from the steamer pot, would gloat that she chose a tamale that had three green olives. My husband thinks we're ridiculous for creating such a stir over green olives, but he should know by now it is what we do.<br>
An additional discovery is that adding a thick strip of smoked mozzarella to each tamale was a huge hit. Everyone dug it, the young and old alike. Finally, everyone agreed that adding strips of potato and <span style="background-color: white;">jalapeño</span> to each tamale was also the way to go. At least we can all agree on something. (And here I have to remark that once again this year for Thanksgiving my family had to stubbornly debate whether to <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2015/11/michelles-big-and-brined-thanksgiving.html">stuff or not stuff the turkey</a>. I chose against stuffing the turkey this year and it almost started a riot before dinner time between we three sisters and our mother.)<br>
Place tamales, grouped by filling, into freezer safe Ziplock bags. Freeze the tamales. The tamales can be steamed directly from the frozen state. Easy! Be forewarned that frozen tamales take about two hours to cook, so plan appropriately. Be careful that the simmering water does not completely boil off or your pan will be scorched. Continue to add water to the steamer to maintain the water level, if needed.<br>
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By the way, if you find that you've steamed a couple of extra tamales and you have leftovers, we have found that tamales are great in scrambled eggs. Simply dice a tamale into bite size pieces. Pan fry the pieces in a bit of butter for a few minutes, then add scrambled eggs along with some salt and pepper. Add some shredded cheese if you like. Serve with salsa.<br>
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<span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">Tamales: Pork, Turkey or Vegetarian</span><br>
<a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2016/12/a-southwest-tradition-tamales-for.html#more">Read more »</a>Salvation Sistershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07780358097127781961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002212249736084772.post-73154049169899857262016-06-05T11:31:00.000-07:002016-06-05T11:37:10.675-07:00Bahama Mama in Atlantis — Paradise IslandMy Traveling Tales by Michelle<br />
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<i>"Happiness is a day at the beach." ~ Unknown</i><br />
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<span style="text-align: left;"><i>"Certain springs are tapped only when we are alone. Women need solitude in order to </i></span><br />
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Recently I traveled solo to Paradise Island in the Bahamas to exhibit at an accounting conference. Tough duty, I know. But someone's got to do it, so it might as well be me. All kidding aside, it has been a difficult year full of trials and tribulations, and if you follow our sisters' blog, you will have noticed the abrupt change in blogging status since January.<br />
A one week getaway is exactly what I needed even though my time away from home would not technically be a vacation. I had one ticket to paradise and I would surely make the most of my non-working hours. And so it was, just as I had hoped, that after a week of embracing 'island time', and letting the stress flow away from my body, I was ready to get back to my 'real' life. I committed to myself that I would try to hang on to island time for as long as possible after my return.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">The Royal Towers features the Bridge Suite, one the world's most expensive guest rooms at $25,000.00 a night. I particularly liked the the sea horses as architectural accents.</span></i></td></tr>
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On a Friday morning in Tucson I rose at 3:00 a.m. to start my travel day. Fourteen hours passed before I reached my final destination. It seemed as if everyone on the final leg, the flight from Atlanta to Nassau was headed to the conference. I had a nice chat with the accountant sitting next to me, Pete from Northern California, a quiet, professional elderly gentleman was looking forward to the days ahead partaking of educational courses and networking with peers and exhibitors. The next time I bumped into Pete it was at a vendor sponsored party at the resort's nightclub, Aura. Free booze flowed like a river for three hours. In a room full of accountants, there was much speculation over the sum of the bar tab. The three co-hosts surely gained a lot of American Express points that night.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">The DJ shoots fog over the dance floor. As Austin Powers would giddily say, "Yeah, baby, yeah!."</span></i></td></tr>
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The time was approaching ten o'clock, and the party had been raging for two hours. Pete's gray hair was disheveled, his shirt untucked, and he was three sheets to the wind. Amazingly, he was still on his feet, walking nonetheless, and had a silly grin on his face. When he saw me slowly passing him, his unfocused eyes suddenly zeroed in on my face in recognition. Pete stopped walking, which stopped the flow of human traffic behind him. I nodded my head at him, as if to say without words, "Hey there!" Pete grabbed my shoulders to stop my forward motion. He then proceeded to plant a big kiss on my cheek. I was thankful that his lips were dry. He staggered. I grabbed his waist, steadying him. As a potential future customer, I gamely smiled, patted his shoulder once I was sure he was once again somewhat balanced on his feet. Mom-style I advised him to be careful, wiped my cheek for good measure, then continued weaving through the maze of people who were idly popping some moves while gazing down upon the gyrating bodies that were getting their groove on the sunken dance floor. The blaring dance beats bounced off the walls and ricocheted across the night club. The laser lights zigged, then zagged. The strobe lights flashed. I was instantly twenty-two again when the DJ spun a set of 80's music. We whooped, we hollered, we danced, we had fun. I didn't see Pete again.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>I learned from a friendly marine biologist that was seated next to me on my return trip home that the Bahamas is home to the second largest barrier reef in the Northern Hemisphere.</i></span></td></tr>
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While checking-in I learned begrudgingly that I was assigned a garden view room. That would simply not do. C'mon, I'm on an island. I live in the desert. I want to gaze at the beautiful turquoise ocean as much as possible, even if it is for a limited time everyday. Upon my not-so-subtle prompting, the registration representative noticed that I was staying an entire week. A view of the ocean was definitely in order, we both agreed. The friendly Bahamanian pulled some strings to help a mama out. After a ten minute walk from the registration desk in the Coral Tower lobby to my Beach Tower room, I stood poised to slip my card key into the lock when I heard the air conditioning vent bellowing like a freight train on the other side of the closed door. I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep with that racket. As I opened the door, the light from the hallway illuminated the darkened room in a dim glow, I could see that even in the low light that the room was unkempt and obviously needed maid service. The bed had been slept in, the covers were thrown back, the top sheet looked like a crashing wave tumbling over the shore of the wrinkled comforter. A quick glance at the bathroom yielded a view of used towels piled on the bathroom floor. Because it was 9:30 at night, I thought the perhaps the room might be occupied. Regardless of the state of the room, I went to the window and pulled back the closed curtain and sure enough, there was indeed an angled view of the ocean from the deck.<br />
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Back downstairs I went, thankful that I wasn't dragging my overstuffed luggage behind me. God bless bellmen. I politely informed the lone employee who stood behind the concierge desk about the state of the room and the bellowing of the air conditioning vent. The young woman, who seemed to be on a word fast, tipped her braided head to peer at a computer screen and began tap-tap-tapping on a keyboard, clearly with the intention of assigning me a new room. Once again I felt trepidation over being on the receiving end of a garden view room. Hesitant to interrupt, but doing so anyway, I kindly shared my desire for an ocean view with the stoic woman. Without making eye contact, the concierge simply nodded her head and continued to stare at the computer screen without saying a word. I did my best to be patient. I'm sure she's tired of hearing the same tired request over and over again. Oh well, I thought, hope for the best and see how the situation unfolds. I learned later during the week that my experience was not unique. Many attendees that I spoke with at the tradeshow had changed rooms not once, but twice due to varying problems with the air conditioning and plumbing.<br />
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For the second time that night, I entered a darkened room in the Beach Tower. The first thing I noticed was that air vent whispered cold air into the room. Silence is golden. I flicked on the lights. The beds were precisely made, the closet was empty and the white towels in the bathroom hung appropriately in place. The washcloths looked like splayed peacock feathers and were placed decoratively inside carefully folded hand towels. Once again I pulled back the closed curtain that covered the sliding glass door. To my delight, through the glass I could see by the moonlight that the view from this room was better than the room before. Before me was a magnificent view of a pool and beyond the pool and unencumbered view of expansive ocean. I opened the glass door and heard the waves rolling over the sand.<br />
In the end, for a little hassle, and a nice concierge that didn't seem so nice while she was reassigning my room, I wound up with exactly what I desired. The room itself was fine, nothing to write home about, overall the hotel looked a little tired, but at least is was clean and had an amazing view. I called to ask the bellman to deliver my bags and then I had just enough time to grab a slice of pizza topped with jerk chicken and sliced banana peppers before the take out joint closed at eleven o'clock.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>I learned it's not so easy capturing photos of the active sea life in the lagoons and aquariums. </i></span></td></tr>
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To illustrate the size of Atlantis, the water park alone is built on 143 acres. Between the three towers—Beach, Coral and Royal—and the condo-hotel, The Cove, there are over 3,000 rooms. In addition to the pools, slides, and both fresh water and salt water lagoons, there is a two mile stretch of beautiful beach, the sand soft and white. The shallow ocean water is luminous clear green before mutating into dark blue in the deeper depths. I could clearly see the interplay of colors from my vantage point of my ocean view room. My friend, Monica, said that staying at Atlantis is like staying on a docked cruise ship. The experience is much the same. Atlantis is all there is on Paradise Island. You can take an excursion into town, but the round-trip shuttle ride just seems like a big pain in the neck.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>A view of Paradise Lagoon. The Beach Towers are in the center and the Coral Towers on the right. <br />My favorite outdoor bar on the property sits under the cover of the seashell covered roof.</i></span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>A favorite water attraction is tubing along the mile-long lazy river. </i></span></td></tr>
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I enjoyed my time in the Bahamas. Mainly, I think, because I was by myself. Kate, a colleague from New Zealand was my booth buddy for the tradeshow. Kate had her own room and we maintained our own schedules unless we were working, or meeting in the late afternoons or early evenings for cocktails and then dinner. That was ideal. I could rise in the mornings, put a hat on my head and walk the seven minutes to the Coral Tower to order coffee and a croissant at Starbucks. I'd bring breakfast back to my room and sit on the deck, looking out over the pool and ocean like a Queen surveying her kingdom while sipping a venti latté and slipping flaky bites of croissant into my mouth. While I enjoyed my morning respite, the staff below worked at a steady, unencumbered pace while cleaning the pools, arranging deck chairs and feeding the sea life in the surrounding lagoons.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>A stairway leading to the Predator tunnel is located below the Lagoon Bar & Grill. </i></span> </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>The Lagoon Bar and Grill is surrounded by a lagoon filled with sharks. <br />I noticed some sharks at the bar, too. </i></span></td></tr>
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I overheard plenty of couples quarreling in paradise over the course of the week. I thought, more than a handful of times, I'm glad that's not me. I have no one here to stress me out. No one I have to consider but myself and, of course, Kate. I did as I pleased. I ordered a Bahama Mama cocktail the size of my head and drank it down without guilt. I joyfully ate a croissant every day. I ate nachos slathered in pulled pork and doused with melted cheese. In between working hours, I wore sleeveless, flowing tank tops and didn't care if my arms looked fat. I did what I wanted, ate what I wanted, slept when I wanted. I came home to Tucson feeling relaxed. The question that loomed was how long the feeling would last. When I finally worked up the nerve to stand on the scale (I just couldn't help myself), I discovered that I lost nearly two pounds. That couldn't be right, I thought to myself. I weighed myself again, but the scale was consistent. I was consistently surprised. Twice over.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">The departing view of the Bahamas from my seat at approximately 20,000 feet.</span></i></td></tr>
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On the way back home, I shopped the duty free shop at the Nassau airport. I looked at the prices listed for the various rums, whiskeys and scotchs and frankly the prices at my local Costco seemed better. I was about to exit the shop when I spotted a bottle of Nassau Royal Liqueur, which is a key ingredient in a Bahama Mama. I suspected that this particular liqueur would be difficult to source in Tucson, so I bought it and stuffed it with some difficulty into my computer bag. It felt like the weight of the roller bag doubled. Although I felt like a pack-mule, dragging that bag around, I'm glad I brought the bottle home.<br />
In the days following my return home, just as I could feel island time slipping away from me, I thought what better way to pretend we're in paradise, then to make a signature drink from the Bahamas. I gamely whipped up a gallon of Bahama Mamas for a family dinner over Memorial Day and they were a hit. By the end of the evening, there was nary a teaspoon left in the bottom of the pitcher. The fruity libation perfectly complemented <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2011/05/firefighters-of-greenville-ca-and.html">Fallin' Off the Bone Baby Back Ribs</a> and spicy chicken wings. Slurp down a Bahama Mama and you'll surely feel yourself slip into island time, too. No plane ticket required.<br />
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Nassau Royal Liqueur tastes of vanilla and spice. Without the liqueur the cocktail would taste like a fruity kid's punch. The more complex flavor profile with the addition of vanilla and spice is especially nice. The Liqueur can be purchased on-line.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">After a hard day's work, it's happy hour for Kate and me. Kate ordered a P</span></i><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18.2px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"><i>iña</i></span></span><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span>Colada. </span></i><br />
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<span style="color: #990000; font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"><i><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"> "It turns out that the Bahama Mama is not just one-of-many monikers slapped onto overly sweet Caribbean crap drinks, but it actually is a concoction that, while varying from source to source, is a drink unto itself and will usually contain dark rum, coconut rum, orange juice, pineapple juice and grenadine.</span><span style="color: black; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">"</span><span style="font-size: medium;"> ~</span></span><a href="http://spiritedremix.blogspot.com/2016/02/bahama-mama.html" style="font-size: medium;">DJ Hawaiianshirt of Spirited Remix</a></i></span><br />
<span style="color: #990000; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><span style="color: #990000; font-size: small;"> </span><span style="color: #990000; font-size: small;"> Even at Atlantis, where I ordered Bahama Mamas at two locations, the ingredients list varied slightly. This drink is on the sweet side, so you could very well choose to add a portion of Malibu rum, if you like the flavor of coconut. Recipes that added banana liqueur I shied away from because I don't particularly care for the taste of banana liqueur, and it wasn't included in the Bahama Mama's that I ordered at Atlantis.</span><br />
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1-1/4 cups (10 fluid ounces) Myers's Dark Rum<br />
1-1/4 cups (10 fluid ounces) Bacardi Dark Label<br />
1 cup (8 fluid ounces) Kahlua Liqueur<br />
1 cup (8 fluid ounces) Nassau Royal Liqueur<br />
4-2/3 cups (38 fluid ounces) unsweetened orange juice<br />
4-2/3 cups (38 fluid ounces) unsweetened pineapple juice<br />
1-2/3 cups (12 fluid ounces) bottle Grenadine Syrup<br />
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1. Mix all the ingredients together in a large container (I used a Cambro). Cover and chill. Serve individual portions over ice.<br />
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<span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">Single Serving Bahama Mama</span><br />
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1-1/2 ounces Meyers's Dark Rum or Bacardi Dark Label<br />
1/2 ounce Kahlua Liqueur<br />
1/2 ounce Nassau Royal Liqueur<br />
2 to 2-1/2 ounces unsweetened orange juice<br />
2 to 2-1/2 ounces unsweetened pineapple juice<br />
1 ounce Grenadine Syrup<br />
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1. Put all the ingredients in a shaker. Shake well and pour into a glass filled with ice. Garnish with an orange slice and a maraschino cherry, if you please.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">I made sure to visit the various aquariums located across the property on a daily basis. </span></i></td></tr>
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Salvation Sistershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07780358097127781961noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002212249736084772.post-84092113733081554422016-01-26T05:53:00.002-08:002020-01-13T08:54:38.427-08:00Paleo-Friendly Tangy Four Bean Saladby Michelle<br>
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<i>When life is sweet, say thank you and celebrate</i></div>
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<i>When life is sour, say thank you and grow.</i></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">Bean salad gains its unique flavor from lounging in a sweet and sour marinade.</span></i></td></tr>
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When I gamely agreed to adhere to a stringent <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2015/02/the-whole30-challenge-michelles-paleo.html">Whole30 Challenge</a> last January, I was forced to adapt favorite family recipes to fit within the rules of the program. I'm constantly tinkering in the kitchen so I looked at the requirement of adapting long-loved recipes as more of an adventure than a pain in the neck. Modifying recipes to be gluten-free or Paleo compliant has introduced me to a variety of new ingredients that I now include as standards in my already overstocked pantry. These items primarily include coconut-based items such as: Coconut Aminos, Vivapura Coconut Flour, Coconut Sugar, and Coconut Oil. I also particularly like Wellbee's Super Fine Almond Flour, Red Boat 40<span style="background-color: white; color: #545454; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 18.2000007629395px;">°</span>N Grade Fish Sauce and Avocado Oil. I have also successfully swapped <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2014/07/the-health-benefits-of-honey-and-how-to.html">honey and homemade honey syrup</a> for refined sugar in a number of recipes including salad dressings, marinades and beverages.<br>
This year for my "Going Clean in 2016" campaign that I kicked off the second week of January, I have further reduced the amount of unrefined sugar in my diet. I no longer add honey to my coffee, or any beverage for that matter, and I am consciously doing my best to identify and eliminate excess sugar from my diet whether it is refined or unrefined. I've been juicing vegetables everyday for a nutritional boost and I've started exercising daily. No matter what program my husband and I follow for improved health, one thing is for sure. He will not forsake Four Bean Salad. He loves it so. I documented his love for Four Bean Salad in <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2014/03/sweet-and-tangy-four-bean-salad.html">this post</a> with a recipe calling for granulated sugar.<br>
What makes Four Bean Salad so delicious is the sweet and sour marinade. Honey is actually sweeter than granulated sugar, so it should not be swapped one-for-one in a recipe. For a non-baking recipe, to replace one cup sugar, you can reduce the same amount of honey by two to four tablespoons, depending upon your desired final outcome. We like the marinade to be on the sweeter side, so I reduced the amount of honey by 1/4 cup instead of 1/2 cup.<br>
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To be clear, this recipe is not Whole 30 compliant. It is loosely Paleo-friendly, if the garbanzo beans and kidney beans are omitted. I say "loosely" because a Paleo lifestyle completely eliminates refined sugar and only small amounts of honey are allowed. Granted, this recipe has a lot of honey, but my husband and I use a slotted spoon to scoop up portions of the bean salad as a quick and tasty topping for green salads and we let the marinade drain back into the bowl. From my unscientific estimates, once the beans are drained, most of the marinade is left behind. After I finished being stringently Paleo, garbanzo beans were added back to the mix. Why? Because we love them so. Especially in this super smooth <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2013/06/hummus-reincarnated-so-smooth-its-like.html">hummus</a> recipe. Divine!<br>
I tried to strictly eat Paleo through the last months of winter and in to early spring of 2015 and found the kitchen prep too labor intensive. And this revelation is coming from me, a person who cooks regularly from scratch with whole foods and lots of organic vegetables. I really tried to stay true day after day, but on hectic evenings when I just needed to whip out a dinner, I did what I needed to do (without guilt, I might add).<br>
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I also went on a bit of a gluten bender this summer, especially with my trips to <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2015/07/denver-chalk-art-festival-5-poem-and.html">Denver</a>, <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2015/07/new-orleans-and-authentic-hurricane.html">New Orleans</a>, and <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2015/08/michelle-and-maddie-vacation-in-sonoma.html">Northern California</a>. Life is short—I wasn't going to pass up trying a Po' Boy and Beignets in the Big Easy or Dim Sum in San Francisco or cup after cup of <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2015/08/aged-holiday-eggnog-otherwise-known-as.html">Linda's Aged Holiday Egg nog</a>. (Seriously, that boozy eggnog is bomb.) I paid for it though around my mid section.<br>
Much to my chagrin, I finally stepped on the scale on New Year's Day. After squinting to read the digits with my near-sighted eyes, I made a very sad frowny face, and then stepped off the scale. I may have even blurted, in an exasperated tone, a bad word or two. I didn't need a crystal ball with me in the bathroom to foresee my immediate future. I'd be joining the other millions of people who resolved to embark on a bright and shiny new year by undertaking a new eating and exercising campaign.<br>
I have once again locked down my eating and exercising routine. Unfortunately, this is not my first weight-loss rodeo. It's back to careful eating, with a splurge here and there (I am human after all), and it's definitely back to the gym. Channeling Nike's slogan, I just need to do it. At least I can still have this Four Bean Salad as part of my forthcoming eating regimen. Hallelujah for small graces in the kitchen.<br>
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<a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2016/01/paleo-friendly-tangy-four-bean-salad.html#more">Read more »</a>Salvation Sistershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07780358097127781961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002212249736084772.post-12856848129219221542015-12-30T13:31:00.002-08:002015-12-30T13:44:42.244-08:00Juliette's Badass Bloody Mary'sby Michelle<br />
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<span style="color: black;"><i>"It is not so much a drink as a lifestyle." </i></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><i>—A tourist from England describing the Bloody Mary that my sister Juliette </i></span><br />
<i><span style="color: black;">prepared for him </span>at St. Elmo Bar in Bisbee, Arizona.</i></div>
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New Year's Day is officially National Bloody Mary Day. Yes, there is such a thing. Little wonder then that such a day is proclaimed after such a night as New Year's Eve. For all of you that are about to party like it is 1999 (which I fondly recall as one my happiest, best New Year's parties ever), you'll want to prepare your Bloody Mary mix ahead of New Year's day. Don't delay, make it now!<br />
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I will boldly make this proclamation: no one makes a better Bloody Mary than my sister, Juliette. She's got the skills, she's got the know how, she's got the experience. And lucky for you, she's sharing her recipe right here, right now.<br />
The key to an excellent Bloody Mary is to prepare the mix a least a day ahead of time to allow the tomato-y goodness to rest and let the flavors meld. Juliette compares making Bloody Mary mix to preparing a great soup. It's always better the next day.<br />
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Juliette recommends making the Bloody Mary mix at least a day before you intend to use it. It will keep in the fridge for at least a week. Back in the day when Juliette tended bar at St. Elmos in Bisbee, she used both V8 and Clamato in equal proportion. Then one day she read the label on the Clamato bottle and discovered, much to her surprise, that the ingredients list contained both high fructose corn syrup and MSG. What the H? Out with the Clamato and in with the clam juice. Feel free to omit the clam juice if you have any vegans in the house.<br />
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<span style="color: #990000;">Makes one large pitcher of Bloody Mary Mix:</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">1 can (14.9 fl. oz.) Guinness</span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: x-small; line-height: 18.2px;">® </span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18.2px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">stout beer</span></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">2 quarts (1.89L) V8 Vegetable Juice</span><br />
1 12-ounce bottle clam juice<br />
about 1/2 cup green olive juice<br />
4 key limes halved and squeezed<br />
1/4 cup Lea and Perrins<span style="background-color: white; font-size: x-small; line-height: 18.2px;">®</span> Worcestershire sauce<br />
<span style="color: black;">1/4 cup Tamari (Gluten-Free) or soy sauce</span><br />
1 Tbsp celery salt<br />
1 heaping Tbsp prepared horseradish, such as Bubbies<span style="background-color: white; font-size: x-small; line-height: 18.2px;">®</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">1 heaping tsp Better Than Bouillon, Organic Beef, Chicken or Vegetarian base diluted and smoothed with a little hot water</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">1/2 tsp Lawry's</span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: x-small; line-height: 18.2px;">®</span><span style="color: black;"> Seasoned Salt or Trocomare</span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: x-small; line-height: 18.2px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">®</span></span><br />
1/2 tsp sea salt, or to taste<br />
<span style="color: black;">1/2 tsp freshly ground pepper</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">1/4 tsp onion powder</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">1/4 tsp garlic powder</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">10 good shakes </span>Tabasco<span style="background-color: white; font-size: x-small; line-height: 18.2px;">®</span>, or to taste<br />
10 good shakes J<span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18.2px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">alapeño</span></span> Tabasco<span style="background-color: white; font-size: x-small; line-height: 18.2px;">®</span>, or to taste<br />
<span style="color: black;">10 good shakes Chipotle Tabasco</span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: x-small; line-height: 18.2px;">®</span>, or to taste<br />
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<span style="color: #990000;">Per Serving:</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">3 ounces Vodka</span><br />
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<span style="color: #990000;">Garnishes:</span><br />
stalk of celery, pimento stuffed green olives and lemon wedge and/or lime wedge<br />
pickled veges, such as: okra, cauliflower, asparagus or green beans<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">In September I began making fermented vegetables. We garnished our<br />Bloody Mary's with fermented green beans, asparagus and Giardiniera.</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: small;">The fermenting caps by <a href="http://www.farmcurious.com/products/farmcurious-fermenting-set-with-recap-2-pack">FARMCurious</a> are terrific. Two thumbs up!</span></i></td></tr>
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<span style="color: #990000;">Procedure:</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">1. To make the mix, in a large 3 quart pitcher, add everything but the V8. Whisk well, then add V8. Mix again and refrigerate. This mix is best used cold (put the booze in the fridge or freezer too while you are at it). </span><br />
<span style="color: black;">2. </span><span style="color: black;">To make a Bloody Mary, fill a pint glass with cubed ice. Pour 3 ounces of an inexpensive good quality Vodka such as Svedka, Smirnoff, or Skyyy - anything else is overkill - you won't be tasting the vodka much anyway! Fill glass with mix, add a squeezed lemon wedge. If you like, cap the glass with a shaker and shake vigorously. Pour the Bloody Mary back into the pint glass and add celery stalk, olives and your choice of pickled gourmet veggies. Juliette prefers one extra long fancy frilled toothpick with okra, sweet cherry pepper, and cauliflower. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #990000;">Variations:</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">1. </span><span style="color: #990000;">Bloody Shame</span><span style="color: black;"> - sans alcohol</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">2. </span><span style="color: #990000;">Bloody Maria</span><span style="color: black;"> - with tequila instead of vodka</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">3. </span><span style="color: #990000;">Bloody Caesar </span><span style="color: black;">- rim the glass with celery salt</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">4. </span><span style="color: #990000;">Bloody Samurai</span><span style="color: black;"> - use Sapporo instead of the Guinness, wasabi instead of horseradish, Sriracha Chili Sauce instead of the Tabasco, and tamari (or soy sauce) instead of the Worcestershire. Use pickled green beans and long dried pieces of seaweed (Ito Wakame) for garnish. </span><br />
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<i>"Cut my pie into four pieces, I don't think I could eat eight." — Yogi Berra</i></div>
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My brother-in-law, Jay, is fond of saying, "Nothing ruins a good dinner like dessert," and my sister, Michelle, who is married to Jay, has become fond of repeating this sentiment over the many years of their marriage, as well. As I have gotten older, I have grudgingly leaned more and more toward this perspective, although I do enjoy a scoop of ice cream, a piece of chocolate or a little something sweet after dinner from time to time.<br />
When it comes to Thanksgiving, our family has come to agree that when it comes to the biggest meal of the year, having a big slice of pie not too long after eating a very large dinner, is the final coup in feeling overly full and uncomfortable—an unpleasant exercise in gluttony.<br />
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Not ones to cast aside dessert completely, especially at Thanksgiving, our family has stumbled upon a solution to this issue that seems to please everyone. I am pretty sure that we are not alone in adopting this tradition, but I have yet to see a food magazine touting having the requisite pumpkin pie for breakfast the morning after—which is what we now do.<br />
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On the morning after the big day there is no 'Black Friday' for this family. We have traveled long distances to be together and enjoy each other's company. First one up makes coffee, and then as we wake up and gather in the family room, each of us grabs coffee and pie at our leisure. With a fresh palate, I enjoy my slice so much more the day after.<br />
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by Michelle<br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "utopia" , "palatino linotype" , "palatino" , serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"><i> </i>This pumpkin pie is a combination of our Grandma Elsie's batter and Libby's recipe that is printed on every can of pumpkin purée. To make pumpkin purée from scratch you would peel, cube, cook and mash small pumpkins that are labeled "sweet". This one of the few occasions where we honestly like using canned pumpkin better than fresh based on taste, texture and ease of use. You may choose to substitute one rounded tablespoon pumpkin pie spice for the cinnamon, ginger, cloves and nutmeg, however the taste will be slightly different. Do not freeze a pumpkin pie, as this will cause the crust to separate from the filling.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "utopia" , "palatino linotype" , "palatino" , serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"> I like to garnish the pies with piped</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "georgia" , "utopia" , "palatino linotype" , "palatino" , serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"> </span><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=6002212249736084772&postID=6383242504621592083" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-decoration: none;">Cream Cheese Frosting</a><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "georgia" , "utopia" , "palatino linotype" , "palatino" , serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"> </span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "utopia" , "palatino linotype" , "palatino" , serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">flavored with Amaretto liqueur and cinnamon-sugar dusted</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "georgia" , "utopia" , "palatino linotype" , "palatino" , serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"> </span><a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2010/10/pie-crust-cookies.html" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-decoration: none;">Pie Crust Cookies</a><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "georgia" , "utopia" , "palatino linotype" , "palatino" , serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"> </span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "utopia" , "palatino linotype" , "palatino" , serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">made from the leftover dough. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "utopia" , "palatino linotype" , "palatino" , serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"> As part of a dessert buffet, the pies are gorgeous displayed with</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "georgia" , "utopia" , "palatino linotype" , "palatino" , serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"> </span><a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2010/05/apple-crostata.html" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-decoration: none;">Apple Crostatas</a><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "georgia" , "utopia" , "palatino linotype" , "palatino" , serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"> </span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "utopia" , "palatino linotype" , "palatino" , serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">or</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "georgia" , "utopia" , "palatino linotype" , "palatino" , serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"> </span><a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2010/11/best-all-american-apple-pie.html" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-decoration: none;">All American Apple Pies</a><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "georgia" , "utopia" , "palatino linotype" , "palatino" , serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"> </span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "utopia" , "palatino linotype" , "palatino" , serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">and <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2010/10/pecan-tassies.html" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;">Pecan Tassies</a>. <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2014/01/homemade-vanilla-bean-marshmallows.html" target="_blank">Homemade <span style="color: #990000;">M</span>arshmallows</a> or <span style="color: #990000;">M</span><a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2014/02/triple-chocolate-meringue-cookiesthird.html" target="_blank">eringue Cookies</a> are a fun addition as well as <span style="color: #990000;">B</span><a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2011/10/ooiest-gooiest-chocolatiest-fudgiest.html" target="_blank">rownies</a> for the die-hard chocolate crowd. </span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">The remaining scraps of pie dough are great for making pie decorations.</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: small;">Michelle purchased the cookie cutters from <a href="http://www.williams-sonoma.com/">Williams-Sonoma</a>.</span></i></td></tr>
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<span style="color: #990000; font-family: "georgia" , "utopia" , "palatino linotype" , "palatino" , serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">Ingredients for Pumpkin Pie:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "utopia" , "palatino linotype" , "palatino" , serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">2 unbaked deep-dish pie</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "georgia" , "utopia" , "palatino linotype" , "palatino" , serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"> </span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "utopia" , "palatino linotype" , "palatino" , serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">shells of your choice from above:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "utopia" , "palatino linotype" , "palatino" , serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">1-1/2 cups granulated sugar, or 3/4 cup granulated and 3/4 cup brown sugar</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "utopia" , "palatino linotype" , "palatino" , serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">1 tsp salt</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "utopia" , "palatino linotype" , "palatino" , serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">2 tsps ground cinnamon</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "utopia" , "palatino linotype" , "palatino" , serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">1 tsp ground ginger</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "utopia" , "palatino linotype" , "palatino" , serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">1/2 tsp ground cloves </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "utopia" , "palatino linotype" , "palatino" , serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">1/4 tsp nutmeg</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "utopia" , "palatino linotype" , "palatino" , serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">6 large eggs</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "utopia" , "palatino linotype" , "palatino" , serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">29 ounces (about 3-1/2 cups) 100% pure pumpkin purée</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "utopia" , "palatino linotype" , "palatino" , serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">2 tsps pure vanilla extract or <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2011/05/products-we-love-vanilla-bean-paste.html">vanilla bean paste</a></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "utopia" , "palatino linotype" , "palatino" , serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">24 fl. oz. half-and-half or </span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "utopia" , "palatino linotype" , "palatino" , serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">evaporated milk</span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "utopia" , "palatino linotype" , "palatino" , serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">, or a combination of the two</span><br />
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<span style="color: #990000; font-family: "georgia" , "utopia" , "palatino linotype" , "palatino" , serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">Procedure:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "utopia" , "palatino linotype" , "palatino" , serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">1. Arrange two oven racks so one sits in the middle or lower third of the oven and the other on the top shelf or upper third. Place a large cookie sheet on the top rack. The cookie sheet will act as a shield for the pies as they bake to prevent the crust and surface of pie from over-browning. Preheat oven to 375°F.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "utopia" , "palatino linotype" , "palatino" , serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">2. Mix sugar, salt, cinnamon, ginger, cloves and nutmeg in a small bowl. Beat eggs in a large bowl. Stir in pumpkin, vanilla extract and sugar-spice mixture. Gradually stir in evaporated milk or half-and-half. Pour evenly into both pie shells.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "utopia" , "palatino linotype" , "palatino" , serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">3. Place pies side by side in the oven. Bake for 60-65 minutes or until toothpick inserted in the center comes out clean. Rotate pies after 30 minutes for even baking. Cool on wire rack for 2 hours. If you wish, decorate rim of pies with piped <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2010/10/cream-cheese-frosting.html" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;">cream cheese frosting</a> and <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2010/10/pie-crust-cookies.html" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: none;">pie crust cookies</a>. Serve with whipped cream. Yield: 2 pies</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">Pumpkin Pie: It's what's for breakfast on the day after Thanksgiving at our house.</span></i></td></tr>
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Recently when questioning our mother about the origins of one of our families long standing accompanying dishes to our family's Thanksgiving menu, she said that she does not really remember where the recipe came from. She said that she remembers making it one year, and the kids were wild for it—particularly <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2015/09/retro-style-last-days-of-summer-and.html" target="_blank">our cousin Larry</a>.<br />
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I remember that it was one of those sides that became part of our traditional menu. So much so that it is still being made for our gatherings today. Michelle and I made it this past year when my son <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2015/11/michelles-big-and-brined-thanksgiving.html" target="_blank">Jordan and I joined the family for a Southwest Thanksgiving</a> holiday when we all gathered in Tucson to celebrate the day.<br />
This past year as I quickly chopped the cranberries to an even minced consistency in the food processor, I reflected on the days when I was a girl and helped our mom prep the cranberries on Thanksgiving eve with an old-fashioned meat grinder which was clamped tightly to our bread board in the kitchen on<a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2014/03/growing-up-with-goats-redwood-hill-farm.html" target="_blank"> the farm in Lompoc.</a> I loved the popping noise they emitted as the berries were crushed by the augur and then forced out the mouth of the grinder into a bowl.<br />
More dessert than a real salad, but still fifty times better that anything made with gelatin (however our niece Avalon vehemently disagrees with this bold statement as she absolutely adores molded berry spiked red Jello® on the Thanksgiving table) this fluffy pink side has remained unchanged and beloved by our family, and is now considered by us to be part of the requisite heritage sides for the big feast. Make the young and old happy at your house by giving it a place on your Thanksgiving buffet this year. It is a beautiful addition to a Christmas menu as well.<br />
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<span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">Cranberry Fluff</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000; font-size: medium;">by Michelle</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"> </span><i>Aside from being a beloved national holiday, I suspect most people adore Thanksgiving because it is a perfectly balanced meal flavor-wise: sweet, sour, salty, and bitter. The meal is an umami flavor bomb. To help contribute to the sweet portion of the meal, the favored combination is typically sweet potatoes or yams and cranberry sauce. Although it fell out of favor for awhile on our Thanksgiving table, I was reminded again last year of the joy of having Cranberry Fluff in addition to Cranberry Sauce on the menu. The sour portion of the meal is brought to the plate with <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2014/03/sweet-and-tangy-four-bean-salad.html">Tangy Four Bean Salad</a>, which we like to make Paleo-Friendly with a honey syrup and red wine vinegar marinade.</i><br />
<i> The minced cranberry/marshmallow/sugar mixture for this dish needs to be made and then rest in the refrigerator for 24 hours before assembly of the final salad, so plan accordingly.</i><br />
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2 cups raw cranberries, ground</div>
2 cups tiny marshmallows<br />
3/4 cup sugar<br />
2 cups peeled, diced tart apples (such as Granny Smith)<br />
1 cup heavy cream, whipped<br />
1/2 cup seedless grapes, halved<br />
1/2 cup broken walnuts or pecans<br />
1/4 tsp sea salt<br />
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<span style="color: #990000;">Garnish:</span> There is a note on the recipe card to trim each serving with a cluster of green grapes, if desired.<br />
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1. Combine ground cranberries, marshmallows and sugar. Cover and chill overnight.<br />
2. The next day, add apples, red grapes, walnuts and salt. Fold in whipped cream. Chill. Turn into serving bowl, or as presented in the 1950's and '60s, spoon into individual lettuce cups. Makes 8 to 10 servings.<br />
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Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07413784220152607616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002212249736084772.post-3401757307035839232015-11-13T06:38:00.000-08:002015-11-18T14:45:16.584-08:00Michelle's Big and Brined Thanksgiving Turkey — Thanksgiving in Tucson, ArizonaThe Memory Keepers by Michelle<br>
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<i>"There is one day that is ours. Thanksgiving Day is the one that is purely American." </i></div>
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It's only been in the last couple of years, since my friends <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2015/05/garden-of-gods-and-castle-rocks-old.html">Stephanie and Michael</a> moved to Colorado, that I have begun making Thanksgiving dinner again. For many years, Stephanie and Michael hosted friends and family at their house. Every year I'd contribute the desserts, and I was more than happy to take on the baking responsibilities. <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2010/11/reflections-on-thanksgiving-sisters.html">My daughter, Maddie and I</a> would spend Wednesday, the day before Thanksgiving, baking <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2010/11/best-all-american-apple-pie.html">pies</a>, <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2011/09/plum-tart.html">fruit tarts</a>, <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2010/05/apple-crostata.html">crostatas</a>, <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2010/10/pecan-tassies.html">pecan tassies</a> and <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2010/10/pie-crust-cookies.html">cookies</a>. Pumpkin pies were always a fixture, of course. But we'd mix up the other desserts based upon what we felt inspired to bake.<br>
After a huge midday meal of turkey and all the fixings, Stephanie and Michael would pull out games and we'd play Trivial Pursuit (usually women vs. men), Apples-to-Apples, or Liar's Dice. The big group would sit around the table, talking, laughing, joking, with a lot of good natured ribbing being exchanged between us all. In the early evening, we'd dig into dessert and leftovers were divided up so everyone could spurge again the next day. Those are wonderful memories, and I miss our days and evenings shared together, especially around the holidays when we'd gather for Halloween parties, Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Years. <br>
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When Stephanie and Michael pulled-up stakes and moved, the task returned to me to pull together a Thanksgiving dinner for my family. Thanksgiving takes a lot of prep, and a good plan, but I don't particularly think of it as a difficult meal, especially if there is one or two additional sets of hands that pitch in and help cook and clean.<br>
Every year I buy all the food magazines searching for inspiration. I don't know why I bother because like most families, everyone wants the same meal year after year. I still enjoy seeing an Asian spin on the holiday meal though, or how the folks in Louisiana are adding Cajun spices and oysters to the stuffing. I think I'll add a new side dish, but it always seems that the menu is practically carved in stone by our family tradition.<br>
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Last year was particularly special because my sister Linda, and her son, Jordan were able to come to Arizona for Thanksgiving. If you are a frequent reader of the blog, you probably know that Linda is a manager at Whole Foods. When your career is in retail, especially a grocery store, the holidays are the busiest time of the year. Grocery employees simply do not get time off between Thanksgiving and New Year's Day. <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2014/11/fermenting-vegetableshow-to-make.html">Linda had sustained a work injury</a> in the fall and for the first time in many years she was able take the time off and be with us for Thanksgiving.<br>
So, then, here's what happens when our family gets together. And, I'm sure we are not unique. Perhaps you can relate. Practically everyone has an opinion about how the dishes should be made, what kind of turkey should be served, and how to eat dessert. That's why God made wine I've decided. One of the bigger debates last year involved stuffing the turkey. Due to well established food safety rules, cooking professionals pretty much agree that turkeys should not be stuffed. The dressing is simply heated in its own container. Linda and I were in complete agreement on how the stuffing would be prepped and heated. When Mom heard this news, <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2011/07/great-cake-controversy-maraschino-party.html" target="_blank">it just about sent her over the edge</a>. Her happy Thanksgiving dreams were quickly turning into a holiday dinner nightmare. What proceeded was a long, somewhat heated exchange between we three about the damn turkey and the damn dressing. It was two sisters against one Mother, but Mom won in the end. The turkey was stuffed. Nobody died. Everyone managed, in fact, to end the day on a very positive note.<br>
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I did find out just recently that my niece Avalon was quite disappointed that we didn't serve molded red Jello with berries last year for Thanksgiving. This is a dish that Juliette made every year, and the girls grew up on it and fondly refer to as, "White Trash Jello". On the other hand, Mom was quite happy that we made <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2015/11/retro-style-thanksgiving-moms-cranberry.html" target="_blank">Cranberry Fluff</a> after having it out of the Thanksgiving menu rotation for so many years. With a large group, in particular family, it's hard to make everyone happy. But we sure try. And we love everybody just the same in the end.<br>
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P.S.: My daughter, Maddie is away at college. She is regularly enduring cafeteria food during her first semester in college. When I asked her recently what she cared about most for the upcoming Thanksgiving glutton fest, she listed off her favorite dishes in the following order: <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2010/10/chillin-with-villains-halloween-party.html">pumpkin pie</a>, <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2010/11/best-all-american-apple-pie.html">apple pie</a>, turkey, <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2013/11/michelles-mashed-potatoes.html">mashed potatoes</a>, <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2013/11/michelles-mushroom-sauce-traditional-or.html">mushroom gravy</a>, and <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2010/11/herb-and-cornbread-stuffing.html">stuffing</a>. Everything else on the table is just a bonus.<br>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #003333; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">"But the harm done by eating the wrong kind of food fats has repercussions in all realms of life, including healthy mental and spiritual functioning. In our world, however, the choice of healthy food is one of the elementary aspects of our lives which we should organize as such. It is far more important than many people in the Western world are willing to admit." — Dr. Johanna B</span></span><span style="color: #003333; font-family: inherit;"><i>udwig</i></span><br />
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My sister, Linda is always on the lookout for easy ways to pack more nutrition into her diet. In retrospect, Linda with her insatiable interest in herbal remedies and nourishing traditions, would have made an excellent naturopathic physician. With her extensive knowledge of herbs and vitamins, Linda has helped thousands of people through her work in retail to live healthier lifestyles and assisted them in finding information to help them treat a variety of ailments from the common cold to hot flashes to joint pain—just to name just a few.<br />
We sisters are tinkerers in the kitchen. My sister and I love to <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2014/11/fermenting-vegetableshow-to-make.html">ferment vegetables</a> and <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2010/05/trio-of-fruit-liquers-limoncello.html">infuse alcohols</a> and <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2011/01/ginger-syrup.html">syrups</a> with assorted ingredients including fruits and spices. Emulating our sister Juliette, we've worked extensively with sourdough over the years, learning the artisinal craft of naturally leavening and baking bread with a live culture. We have also applied that knowledge to making stellar<a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2015/01/our-freshly-made-thin-crust-pizza-with.html" target="_blank"> homemade pizza</a>. We've had forays into <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2010/08/paneer-indian-cheese.html">simple cheese-making</a>. Juliette's pulled her own mozzarella cheese for a restaurant venture. And, we continue to experiment in the kitchen based upon our current interests. Still on my "culinary bucket list" is to try my hand at making vinegar, kombucha and kefir.<br />
Many years ago, Linda was the first person to share with me the health benefits of flaxseed oil. Much to my chagrin, I'm not good at taking daily vitamins, and it is a chore to figure out an acceptable way to down a couple tablespoons of flax oil. It's one of those things<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 18.2px;">—</span>I know I should do it, but it's really difficult for me to maintain, with any consistency, a specific vitamin and flax oil regimen. That is, until now.<br />
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In mid October, I visited Linda over a long weekend so that we could jointly photograph our first wedding in Mill Valley, California. Regardless of our photography gig, I always do my best to visit Linda in October. Wine country in autumn is gorgeous and the weather is mild. Sonoma and Napa counties are beautiful any time of year, but particularly in October, when the countryside is really something to behold. The grape leaves are beginning to turn from green to molten hues of gold and red. Cows and sheep graze on the matted hay. The sky seems almost luminous. Pumpkins and pomegranates are stacked up at the farm stands. The oak trees stand majestic in the fields and are also clustered together across the rolling, golden hills.<br />
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On the first morning during my visit, and every morning thereafter, Linda and Mark made me this nutrition packed breakfast, which was truly a revelation. I could happily consume a daily portion of flaxseed oil and ground flax in one serving and absolutely enjoy every bite. I found myself using my spoon to scrape up every last minuscule bits of muesli clinging to the bottom and sides of the bowl.<br />
If you dig into the benefits of flax, you will quickly learn from various internet searches that flax seeds, and the pressed oil, is high in Omega-3, Omega-6 and alpha-linolenic acid (ALA). Flax helps to treat hypertension, melanoma tumors, depression, liver disease, cholesterol, all types of cancer and inflammatory diseases. The more I have read about the benefits of flax, the more I am convinced I need to add the oil and ground seeds to my daily routine, either as a breakfast or an afternoon snack. And, believe me, this smooth, creamy concoction is no chore to eat. It's a nutritional powerhouse meal that you'll surely crave—just like I do.<br />
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<span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">Dr. Budwig's Power Muesli (Gluten-Free)</span><br />
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The originator of this recipe is <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Johanna_Budwig">Dr. Johanna Budwig</a> (1908-2003), a German biochemist, pharmacist and author. According to Wikipedia, "She developed the Budwig protocol, a purported anti-cancer diet, in 1952." One of the cornerstones of the diet is this recipe. The technique of high-speed blending cottage cheese, or quark, or the combination of the two, with fresh flax oil enables the body to easily assimilate the mixture.<br />
Flax seeds and flax oil are highly perishable. Flax seeds must be consumed within 20 minutes after being ground. Flax oil must be purchased refrigerated and be kept under refrigeration. Only buy as much flax oil as you plan to consume in one week.<br />
To make homemade quark, Linda and I like to strain goat milk yogurt through a nut milk bag until all the whey is drained and yogurt condenses into a fresh goat cheese consistency. Linda wrote previously about the benefits of goat's milk in a post about <i>Redwood Hill Farm</i> and a related recipe for <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2014/03/growing-up-with-goats-redwood-hill-farm.html">Goat's Milk Infant Formula</a>. My husband and I bottle fed my daughter with homemade Goat's Milk Infant Formula after I could no longer breast feed her when I returned to work full-time and my milk dried up unexpectedly.<br />
The basic muesli formula is 2 parts cottage cheese/quark mixture to 1 part flax oil to 1 part flax seeds. It's easy to scale the recipe, as needed, to serve family and friends.<br />
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32-oz (908g) container Redwood Hill Farm Plain Goat Milk Yogurt (to make a <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Quark_(dairy_product)">quark</a>-type cheese)<br />
organic cottage cheese, such as Nancy's<br />
fresh, organic flax oil such as Barlean's (not high-lignan)<br />
fresh flax seeds (we like the taste of Golden flax seeds the best)<br />
a little goat's milk (preferred) or cow's milk to thin<br />
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<span style="color: #990000;">Add-ins:</span><br />
vanilla or almond extract<br />
ground cinnamon or nutmeg<br />
in season berries and fresh fruit such as apples, peaches, and pomegranate seeds<br />
sugar-free fruit purees such as applesauce, pear butter, pumpkin, butternut squash<br />
nuts, such as walnuts, hazelnuts and almonds (avoid legumes such as peanuts and cashews)<br />
<a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2014/07/the-health-benefits-of-honey-and-how-to.html">locally sourced honey</a> or <a href="http://www.webmd.com/a-to-z-guides/manuka-honey-medicinal-uses">manuka honey from New Zealand</a><br />
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stick blender<br />
coffee grinder<br />
Nut milk bag or cheesecloth and a sieve, if you plan on making <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Quark_(dairy_product)">quark</a><br />
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1. To make the quark, nest a sieve in a bowl with room in between for the whey to drain and collect. Line the strainer with cheesecloth, pour in the whole container of yogurt, cover and refrigerate for 24 hours. After 24 hours, transfer the quark to container with a lid and store in the refrigerator.<br />
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2. Prep fruits, by coring, peeling, and chopping, as needed.<br />
3. In a prep bowl with high sides, add (per serving):<br />
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1 tablespoon quark or goat yogurt cheese<br />
2 tablespoons flax oil<br />
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With a stick blender, mix the three ingredients until completely emulsified. If the mixture is too thick, thin with a little milk (not water) until the mixture is the consistency of whipped cream. You should see no traces of oil. Keep blending until the oil is fully incorporated<span style="background-color: white; color: #545454; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 18.2px;">—</span> this is key, so no shortcuts!<br />
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4. Grind 2 tablespoons flax seeds in a coffee grinder until fine. Because flax seed meal spoils so quickly only grind the flax seeds just before eating and consume this meal within 20 minutes of preparing. Stir the ground flax seeds into the emulsified cottage cheese/quark/flax oil mixture. Add a 1/4 tsp of vanilla extract, almond extract, or extract of your choice and stir until completely blended. Thin the mix with a tablespoon or two of milk to thin if desired.<br />
5. Transfer the mixture to a serving bowl or bowls, drizzle each serving with 1 teaspoon raw honey or manuka honey. Top with berries, prepped fruit, and sprinkle with nuts and ground spices, if desired.<br />
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Salvation Sistershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07780358097127781961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002212249736084772.post-82116556931651760152015-10-30T07:13:00.001-07:002015-10-30T18:05:10.568-07:00Celebrating El Día De Los Muertos (The Day of The Dead) in Southern Arizona and Banana Salsaby Michelle<br />
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<i>"After all, to the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure."</i></div>
<i> <span style="font-family: inherit;"> <span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18.2px;">—J.K. Rowling</span></span></i><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">Our sister, Juliette's beautiful daughters, Avalon and Sonora at Tucson's All Souls Procession.</span></i></td></tr>
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Last year, I celebrated El Día De Los Muertos over the course of a couple of events, beginning with a weekend in Bisbee to attend and photograph an art and altarpiece juried exhibition managed by my sister Juliette and concluding with the All Souls Procession in downtown Tucson.<br />
The art event was held at <a href="http://www.centralschoolproject.org/">Central School Project</a> which is housed in a historical building (and a retired high school) situated just above the downtown area. The former classrooms have wood floors and beautiful casement windows that open to let the fresh air circulate around the high ceilings that are embellished with crown molding.<br />
The gallery space is not too small and not too big and is flanked by staircases that give the room an air of openness like an Escher drawing. Juliette encouraged me to contribute artwork to the show, and with some nudging, I made canvases from photographs that I captured during the All Soul's Procession of <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2013/10/el-dia-de-los-muertos-in-tucson-arizona.html">2012</a> and <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2014/10/tucsons-all-souls-procession-and.html">2013</a> as well as photographs of my visit to <span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2014/10/tumacacori-santa-cruz-chili-spice.html">Tumacácori</a></span></span>. The community altar was decorated with paper flowers made by a small group of women, including my sister, Juliette. I traveled down to Bisbee to photograph the event and to document <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2014/10/papel-de-china-making-variety-of-paper.html">how the paper flowers are made</a>. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">This is one of the images (and my favorite) that I contributed to the Art and Altar <br />Piece Juried Exhibition hosted by the Central School Project in Bisbee, Arizona. </span></i></td></tr>
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For the last few years our family has made an event of attending the <a href="http://allsoulsprocession.org/">All Soul's Procession</a>. We eat dinner early and then we stay together as a loosely knit group. We stake a claim to territory on the sidewalk where we hope to maintain an unencumbered view of the Procession as the reflective participants meander by in honor of loved ones that have died. Because I choose to shoot the Procession handheld (no tripod) and without a flash, every year I seek to find an area to stand where the road is flooded with light from overhead street lamps. So, depending upon how long dinner lasted, and how thick the crowds have become, we have not yet had the opportunity to stand in the same place twice from year-to-year.<br />
The 'tarot of photography' is the way I'd describe capturing images at the All Soul's Procession. No two photographers standing side-by-side will produce the same photographs. A bit of luck and skill and perhaps even chutzpah come together for one to quickly capture with the click of a shutter, the fleeting personal moments that rapidly appear and just as quickly disappear. The strolling crowd is constantly moving forward, and past where I am standing. My camera is held at the ready, just below my chin, while my eyes scan the crowds for interesting subjects and compositions. I never really know what I have picture-wise until I download the photos to my laptop and begin scrolling through the images. I cringe at the "just missed" shots, which are usually too blurry. And, I rejoice at the clean captures. That's life... sometimes you just don't know what you're going to get. It's a bit of a game. Sometimes you lose, sometimes you win.<br />
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<span style="color: #990000; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">All Souls Procession 2014</span><br />
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<span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">Art and Altarpiece Juried Exhibition at Central School Project 2014</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">My sister, Juliette and friend, Carolyn did an amazing job organizing the community event.</span></i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>The larger-than-life Joker was contributed by Tucson artist, <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-bD3lW1pXQ4">Hank Tusinski</a>. <br />The textile birds are handmade by <span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; line-height: 18.6px; text-align: left; text-indent: 2px; white-space: pre;"><a href="https://www.pinterest.com/renataglez/textile-art-dead-bird-by-me/">Renata González</a></span></span>.</i></span> </td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> This year our extended family was thrilled that Juliette's sugar skull was featured on the cover of </span><a href="http://ediblebajaarizona.com/" style="font-family: inherit;">Edible Baja Magazine</a><span style="font-family: inherit;">. Juliette has been making intricately decorated sugar skulls adorned with brightly hued fondant frosting for a decade. Her festive designs never fail to delight us and we look forward to seeing her new creations in August and September, which are made in advance preparation for numerous celebrations held in mid and late October leading up to November 1st, when </span>Día De Los Muertos<span style="font-family: inherit;"> is observed.</span><br />
To learn more about making sugar skulls, read our blog post <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2011/09/el-dia-de-los-muertos-making-sugar.html">how to make sugar skulls at home</a> and then throw the ultimate <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2011/10/sugar-skull-decorating-party.html">sugar skull decorating party</a>. And, if you are going to host a sugar skull decorating party, there is no better time to make and serve Juliette's famous <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2010/10/el-dia-de-los-muertos-and-pumpkin-soup.html">Pumpkin Soup</a>. For dessert, what could be better this time of year then baking <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2013/10/halloween-dead-mans-party-cookies.html">Dead Man's Party Cookies</a>? Nada!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 12.8px;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">My daughter Maddie is proud of her Auntie Juliette for making<br /> the sugar skull featured on the cover of <a href="http://ediblebajaarizona.com/">Edible Baja Magazine</a>.</span></i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">Our sister Juliette built this shrine in the bar area at <a href="http://caferoka.com/">Cafe Roka</a> in Bisbee. </span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: small;">Juliette made the skeleton "Sprite" and the loaf of sourdough fougasse-style </span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: small;">bread shaped like a skull (featured on the left). </span></i></td></tr>
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<span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">Banana Salsa</span><br />
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Make this salsa ahead of time by simply mixing all the ingredients together except the banana. When ready to serve, peel and dice the banana and add it to the mix. Double the recipe if needed, but be forewarned that leftovers of this salsa do not keep well.<br />
Whip up a quick meal of tacos or steamed tamales and top with a large spoonful of Banana Salsa for a burst of fruity, tangy flavor. The salsa is also beautiful and tasty served over steak type fish such as Halibut, or <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2015/05/boneless-and-breaded-chicken-breastshow.html">pan fried chicken breasts</a>.<br />
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1 large, ripe, firm banana, peeled and diced<br />
½ red or yellow bell pepper (or half and half), seeded and diced<br />
2 Tbsps chopped fresh mint, cilantro or Italian parsley<br />
1 scallion, trimmed and finely chopped or 2 small shallots, minced<br />
1½ Tbsps fresh lime juice<br />
1 Tbsp brown sugar or honey<br />
1 Tbsp jalapeño, seeded and minced<br />
1½ tsps minced peeled ginger root<br />
1½ tsps olive oil<br />
Salt and freshly ground black pepper to taste<br />
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1. In a small bowl, combine all ingredients; toss lightly to mix. Taste and adjust seasonings. Serve within one hour. Makes 1½ cups.<br />
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<i>"Almost anything is edible with a dab of French mustard on it." </i></div>
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<i> —Nigel Slater, The Kitchen Diaries: A Year in the Kitchen with Nigel Slater</i></div>
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Autumn and mustard are a natural pairing. Mustard has an affinity for honey, apple cider vinegar, cream, garlic, shallots, and herbs. And, of course, mustard also complements cold cuts, cured meats, cheeses, salad dressings, and vegetable-based dishes. What would <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2010/10/oktoberfest-german-potato-salad.html">Oktoberfest</a> be without beer, sausages, potatoes, <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2014/11/fermenting-vegetableshow-to-make.html">sauerkraut</a> and mustard?<br />
In my wanderings over the last month I have encountered wonderful dishes prepared with mustard that I've wanted to recreate at home. At <a href="http://propertucson.com/">Proper</a>, a restaurant located in downtown Tucson that focuses on farm-to-table American fare, I enjoyed a leisurely dinner with my family when my sister, Juliette was visiting the "big city" (or at least that's what Tucson seems like when you live in <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2010/09/fideo-calabacitas-style-and-alternate.html">a tiny town like Bisbee</a>). For my entree I ordered <i>Top Knot Farms Chicken Breast with Serrano Ham, plus Dijon Emulsion, Summer Squash and Snap Peas</i>. The Dijon sauce made the dish.<br />
I recently traveled to Northern California so that Linda and I could jointly photograph our first wedding. The rehearsal dinner was scheduled late on a Friday afternoon and the wedding took place on Sunday afternoon, which left Saturday open to pursue a fun activity in wine country. <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2014/11/gascogne-style-cassouletlessons-from.html">Mark</a>, cook extraordinaire and occasional Salvation Sisters' <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2012/03/asian-lettuce-cups-with-short-ribs-and.html">blog contributor</a>, scheduled a wine tasting at <a href="http://www.hesscollection.com/">The Hess Collection</a> in Napa Valley that included a personal guided tour, a viewing of the prized contemporary art collection and a private lunch prepared by Chef Chad Hendrickson. Everything about our time at Hess was exceptional, and we'll have an upcoming post of our time at the winery. The whole grain mustard sauce served with the halibut steak was a surprise pairing and was absolutely delicious.<br />
If you open my refrigerator and take a peak inside you will note the various containers of sauces stashed on the shelves. I have thankfully discovered over the years that many sauces can be made ahead and improve in flavor when stored for a day or two in the refrigerator. Some key ingredients for sauces, such as<span style="font-family: inherit;"> <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2013/11/do-you-know-demi-glace-like-i-know-demi.html"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18.2px;">demi</span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18.2px;">-</span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18.2px;">glacé</span></a></span>, freeze well and are easily portioned in ice cube trays. Use a cube or two in <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2013/11/an-updated-american-classic-grilled.html">Diane Sauce</a> for steaks or <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2013/11/michelles-mushroom-sauce-traditional-or.html">Mushroom Sauce</a> and transform everyday dining into a special occasion meal. I think you'll agree with me that a well received dish is often attributed to a well executed sauce. Here then, to celebrate the loveliness of mustard, is a Dijon emulsion that sublimely dresses vegetables, or just about anything else you can imagine, including a sandwich. My mouth waters at the thought!<br />
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<span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">Crispy Chicken with Lemon Caper Dijonaise</span><br />
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At Proper, the chef serves the chicken breast and Serrano ham on a bed of summer squash and snap peas tossed with "Dijon Emulsion". I also think it would be fun to spiralize yellow beets into long curling strands, which can be quickly pan fried in a little olive oil and then tossed with the Dijonaise sauce.<br />
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<span style="color: #990000;">Dijonaise Sauce:</span><br />
2 egg yolks<br />
2 tsps Dijon Mustard<br />
1 Tbsp freshly squeezed lemon juice<br />
1 Tbsp water<br />
dash white pepper<br />
1/2 tsp sea salt<br />
3/4 cup olive oil<br />
3/4 cup avocado oil<br />
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Combine all the ingredients together in a tall narrowish vessel, such as a French working jar and blitz with a stick blender until emulsified, about 10 to 15 seconds. Then add:<br />
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3 Tbsps Dijon<br />
2 Tbsps honey<br />
1 shallot, minced<br />
1 Tbsp capers, rinsed<br />
1 Tbsp freshly squeezed lemon juice<br />
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Add the above items to the mixed sauce and blend once again. Store in the refrigerator until ready to serve, up to a day.<br />
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<span style="color: #990000;">Crispy Chicken:</span><br />
Prepare <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2015/05/boneless-and-breaded-chicken-breastshow.html">Boneless and Breaded Chicken Breasts</a><br />
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You can prep the chicken breasts ahead of time, by pounding each breast flat with a mallet. Store chicken covered in the fridge.<br />
The original recipe calls for ice cold chicken to be dipped in a blended combination of 1 pint plain yogurt + 1/2 cup honey + 3 tablespoons Dijon Mustard. The chicken is then coated with a combination of blended unsweetened cornflakes (or, gluten-free cornflakes) and sliced blanched almonds (3 to 1 cornflakes to almond mixture, whirled in a food processor).<br />
I find that my recipe for <a href="http://www.salvationsisters.com/2015/05/boneless-and-breaded-chicken-breastshow.html">Boneless and Breaded Chicken Breasts</a> is much easier to prepare and yet tastes similar because the "flour" coating calls for <span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14.85px; line-height: 20.79px;">Pamela's</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: xx-small; line-height: 18.2px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">™</span></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14.85px; line-height: 20.79px;"> Baking and Pancake Mix (Gluten-Free, Wheat-Free), which has ground almonds in the ingredients list. The almonds brown beautifully when pan fried.</span><br />
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<i><span style="font-size: small;">The Spiralizer makes short work of slicing the squash into long pappardelle-like ribbons.</span></i></td></tr>
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<span style="color: #990000;">Vegetables, such as:</span><br />
summer squash, sliced thinly on a <a href="http://www.williams-sonoma.com/products/paderno-sprializer/">Spiralizer</a> or mandolin<br />
snap peas<br />
ribbons of carrots<br />
yellow beats, peeled and sliced with a <a href="http://www.williams-sonoma.com/products/paderno-sprializer/">Spiralizer</a><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18.2px;">Sauté</span> </span>vegetables in a little olive oil in the same pan you used to fry the chicken breasts. Sprinkle with a little salt to help the vegetables release juices. To serve, toss cooked vegetables with Dijonaise Sauce. The sauce will thin a bit with the moisture the vegetables release (which is a good thing). Divide vegetables between plates. Top with pan friend chicken breast. Garnish with Serrano ham, capers, and minced parsley.<br />
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Salvation Sistershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07780358097127781961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002212249736084772.post-54747633538247593092015-10-09T08:05:00.000-07:002015-10-11T23:32:12.798-07:00Linda's Delicious Detox Saffron LemonadeAdventures in Herbalism by Linda<br />
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<i>"After doing a juice cleanse, I am motivated to eat healthier and not emotionally. Cleansing is like my meditation. It makes me stop, focus and think about what I am putting into my body. I'm making a commitment to my health and hitting the reset button." — Salma Hayek</i><br />
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Recently I visited a doctor who practices holistic medicine. During my visit, she showed me a drink that she makes daily before she heads to work. At the office she sips it throughout the day. It was basically a cold-brewed saffron tea, and I was intrigued. She told me that it helps elevate mood and digestion—bringing "sunshine" into the body.<br />
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Back at home, embarking on my cleanse, I decided to add saffron to a lemonade that I would be making from lemon juice and stevia. To add even more detoxification properties, I added a tiny sprinkle of cayenne which is part of the <a href="http://www.naturalnews.com/035854_lemons_detox_recipe.html" target="_blank">Master Cleanse</a> formula that has been popular for 50 years, especially since Beyonce Knowles became associated with the Lemon Detox Diet.<br />
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My detox program eliminates all sugar, so I made my recipe with stevia for the sweetener, and adding saffron because it is not only adds a delicious flavor, but also because <a href="http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC3731881/" target="_blank">it has been used as a medicinal herb for over 3,500 years. </a><br />
If you are not a fan of stevia, you are going to love this recipe. The saffron and cayenne mellow the lemon and cover the taste of the stevia. It is more rich tasting than regular lemonade, with just a hint of spice. I promise—you will not have a clue that this lemonade is not sweetened with sugar.<br />
I was surprised at just how delicious this combination is—the saffron adding an extra depth of flavor. I make it first thing in the morning and carry it along to work. I sip it during the day along with piping hot cups of jasmine green tea.<br />
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<span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">Linda's Delicious Detox Saffron Lemonade</span><br />
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<span style="color: #990000;">Equipment:</span><br />
1 24 ounce Mason or widemouth canning jar<br />
citrus juicer<br />
tweezers for saffron (optional)<br />
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<span style="color: #990000;">Ingredients:</span><br />
the juice of two fresh lemons<br />
one tiny pinch high grade saffron such as Mehr<br />
very small sprinkle of cayenne pepper<br />
filtered water<br />
10-12 drops of liquid stevia<br />
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Juice the two fresh lemons and pour the juice into the bottom of the glass jar. Using the tweezers, add a small pinch of the saffron to the lemon juice. Gently swirl the saffron into the juice and then fill the jar to the top of the fill line (the line just under the threads of the jar). Add stevia to taste, for me that is about a dozen drops of stevia, and add just a tiny sprinkle of cayenne powder unless you prefer more spice—then by all means add a little more. Screw the lid onto the jar and swirl until blended. Allow to sit at room temp or in the fridge until ready. Lemonade is ready to begin drinking in about 15 minutes. You will see the liquid turn a rich gold color from the saffron.<br />
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