Monday, December 11, 2006

Just One More Reason....


....that Ohio is a good place to be from.

The New York Times reports on the rising popularity of surfing in Cleveland (which they've oh so cleverly titled "Yes, You Can Surf in Cleveland, Before the Brown Water Freezes").

First off, you silly New Yorkers: it's been a very long time since the Cuyahoga River burned and Lake Erie is remarkably clean again, so that little brown water dig isn't appreciated by the Buckeye State. Most likely any brown water the reporter saw was the churning of the bottom silt by the big waves. Sheesh.

Anyway, we surf year-round in York and we often have snow on the beach. You might think "Maine. Ohio. Maine is way worse. You've got to be crazy to surf in Maine in the winter."

Nah. Despite the fact that our surfers sometimes have to wade through waste deep snow to get to the waves, our winter water is pretty temperate usually staying in the high 30's lower 40's. You have to be way crazier to surf in Ohio water that is about to freeze.

Our current water temperature is 47 degrees F (air is 42 degrees). Lake Erie's current temperature? Seven degrees colder.

Lake Erie is the shallowest of the Great Lakes and therefore has the greatest swing in water temperatures. The picture at left was taken at Long Sands Beach a couple of winters ago on a day where the temperature was 7 degrees and the wind chill was -21. Water temperature that day was a balmy 41 degrees. No one got blown backwards off their board, though.

Troy Smith's Bracelet


I had a spike in traffic to the site yesterday, and discovered it was a Troy Smith spike.

It seems a lot of you want to know about that yellow bracelet that he wears.....




It's a LiveStrong bracelet from the Lance Armstrong Foundation.

He wears two--one for offensive coordinator Jim Bollman and one for quarterbacks coach Joe Daniels--both of whom were diagnosed with cancer this year.

If you or a family member are battling cancer, I can't endorse the LiveStrong Organization highly enough. They provide information on patients' rights, treatments, uplifting stories of miraculous survival and the organization lobbies Congress very effectively.

The Trials of Turkey

My sister and I have shared a feeling of dread for about five years now--it's not pervasive mind you, and it's not always with us (we tend to repress it entirely from sometime in June until early November), but beginning in early November it's there, front and center, unable to be shaken or lost.

Here's the thing: Neither one of us has had to cook a Thanksgiving or Christmas dinner, evah, and our family holiday dinners come with a very high expectation for culinary perfection.

Because my mother, God love her 70-year-old self, can whip up a holiday meal like nobody's business. And my sister and I know that this cannot last forever. One fall in the future, my mother will announce that she's just too old and tired to do this anymore and one of us can just take over. Oh. Crap. This thought is so scary that my sister and I can only usually summon the courage to discuss it after a glass of wine and then only about once a year.

The menu isn't fancy , but it never changes and it is always delicious. The turkey is never dry. The gravy is homemade and lump-free. Same with the mashed potatoes--not one lump in about 20 pounds of spuds. The stuffing is moist but not wet. It's perfectly seasoned.

And the corn. Well, that's to die for. For as long as I can remember, my mom and her closest friend have been freezing corn. It's an all weekend affair, starting on a Friday morning in late August. All available kids (now grandkids) from both families are rounded up and hauled out to the corn fields to pick as much sweet corn as possible. The kids also have to shuck it. All of it.

Then comes the boiling on the cob, waiting for the corn to be cool enough to handle, then the cutting off the cob, the stuffing into freezer baggies and finally, the hauling the baggies down to the jumbo sized freezer, to be stored next to the side of beef (given to us by one of the nice dairy farmers in my dad's congregation). This process was repeated until late in the night on Friday, started again very early Saturday morning, took a break for church on Sunday morning, then ended sometime mid-afternoon on the Lord's Day.

At first first my mom froze corn because it was cheaper than buying the frozen corn in the grocery store and then later it was because we kids refused to eat the stuff from the store. It just didn't taste nearly as good as that creamy, smashed kernel, wonderfully fresh sweet corn from our freezer.

But back to this turkey thing. I've perfected the lump free mashed potatoes and the gravy and I'm pretty close to getting the stuffing right. I can bake a mean pumpkin pie and there's not a thing I can do about the corn, so I'm not going to sweat that. I'm planning to substitute and nice whipped butternut squash instead.

However, my turkey is always horrible, horrible, horrible--try, tasteless, disappointing. Something has to be done. I've tried kosher turkeys, fresh turkeys, Butterball self-basters, it doesn't matter. It's not the turkey, it's me.

Lately, I've been experimenting with different turkey cooking methods and yesterday, I finally made a turkey that was juicy, delicious and edible.

I found it over at my favorite site for recipes (Simply Recipes) and you can find the turkey recipe here. There are two things that seem to make the difference: 1) instead of cooking the stuffing in the turkey, this recipe calls for stuffing the body cavity with an onion, parsley, carrots and celery; and 2) cooking the turkey breast side down.

Good Morning

Sunday, December 10, 2006

Thought For the Day

This popped up on my Google start page and I couldn't help but think how true:

Typos are very important to all written form. It gives the reader something to look for so they aren't distracted by the total lack of content in your writing.
- Randy K. Milholland

Good Morning

Fryeburg, ME

Saturday, December 9, 2006

Congratulations Troy

OH-IO
Troy Smith collects Ohio State's 7th Heisman Trophy.

Now, it's go time.

Watch out Florida. You are nothing but a small pebble on the road to our National Championship.

"Normally, I'm pretty cool in pressure situations, but my heart is pounding really fast now," Smith said, who had big hugs for his mother, sister and coach Jim Tressel before taking the podium for his speech.

"I'm at a loss for words. I just can't believe this is happening. ... It means everything. Just to be here in this situation. I love everybody back home in Columbus."



O come, Desire of nations, bind in one the hearts of all mankind


We've been Christmas shopping all day and listening to Christmas Carols and there are a few that I can't quite get out of my head. So, while I'm putting finishing touches on our dinner (guinness beef stew; green salad with homemade poppy seed dressing; sourdough bread that I baked earlier--the neighbor provided the dough; and for dessert a pumpkin raisin bread with good Starbucks coffee) this playlist is on:

The first is the Whitney Houston version of "Do You Hear What I Hear?" I can't quite hear it without noticing she's a tad sharp, but every year, it's at the top of the Christmas rotation.

The second is "Mary Did You Know?", the Natalie Cole version. The neighbor and I disagree as to whether this is the best rendition, but I haven't ever heard it sound better.

The next is (drum roll for the cheese factor) "Do They Know It's Christmas" by BandAid.
Don't ask. It just speaks to me.

Then there's O Come, O Come Emmanuel as sung by the Mormon Tabernacle Choir. They drag a bit and I guess that if I'd really stop to think about it, I'd find it overdone. But I don't stop to think and I love the words:
O come, O come, Emmanuel,
And ransom captive Israel,
That mourns in lonely exile here
Until the Son of God appear.

Refrain

Rejoice! Rejoice!
Emmanuel shall come to thee, O Israel.

O come, Thou Wisdom from on high,
Who orderest all things mightily;
To us the path of knowledge show,
And teach us in her ways to go.

Refrain

O come, Thou Rod of Jesse, free
Thine own from Satan’s tyranny;
From depths of hell Thy people save,
And give them victory over the grave.

Refrain

O come, Thou Day-spring, come and cheer
Our spirits by Thine advent here;
Disperse the gloomy clouds of night,
And death’s dark shadows put to flight.

Refrain

O come, Thou Key of David, come,
And open wide our heavenly home;
Make safe the way that leads on high,
And close the path to misery.

Refrain

O come, O come, great Lord of might,
Who to Thy tribes on Sinai’s height
In ancient times once gave the law
In cloud and majesty and awe.

Refrain

O come, Thou Root of Jesse’s tree,
An ensign of Thy people be;
Before Thee rulers silent fall;
All peoples on Thy mercy call.

Refrain

O come, Desire of nations, bind
In one the hearts of all mankind;
Bid Thou our sad divisions cease,
And be Thyself our King of Peace.

I can't resist a song that implores: O come, Desire of nations, bind in one the hearts of all mankind Bid Thou our sad divisions cease. And the Mormons ask with such fervor that I cannot resist.

All kidding aside, we could use a little of that this season, no?

And if you'd like to try the stew, it's rich and flavorful. I'm reprinting the Epicurious recipe that I use, but I always make it in a slow cooker. Just brown the meat with the bay leaves and onion and then throw the lot into the pot on low. Let it cook all day.

Ingredients:
2 Tbsp olive oil
3 bay leaves
2 lbs stew meat, cut into 1 1/2 - 2 inch cubes
1 large yellow onion, peeled and cut into 1/4 inch slices
2 cloves garlic, peeled and chopped
1 tsp dried thyme, whole
1 tsp dried rosemary
2 -3 tsp all-purpose flour
3/4 cup beef stock
1/2 cup Guiness Stout
1 Tbsp chopped parley
1/2 lb carrots, sliced
Salt and freshly ground black pepper, to taste

Directions:
Heat a 6-quart stove-top casserole and add the oil and the bay leaves. Cook the bay leaves for a moment and then add the meat. Brown the meat on both sides on high heat. Add the sliced onion and cook for a few minutes until it is clear. Reduce the heat to low and add the garlic, thyme, rosemary, and flours, and stir well until smooth.

Add the beef stock and stout; simmer, stirring, until the stew thickens a bit. Add the remaining ingredients and cover. Place the pot in a 275 F degree oven for about 2 hours, stirring a couple times. Check for salt and pepper before serving.

Heisman Heart Warming

Tonight's Heisman Trophy Presentation is much more than honoring the best college football player in America: tonight's ceremony will honor a 22-year old man who might not be a hero, but who has surely demonstrated a hero's courage and strength.

Even if you have no interest in The Ohio State Buckeyes or college football in general, the story of Troy Smith is something you should hear.

If you think most athletes are immature thugs and college sports have no redeeming value, then the story of Troy Smith might just change your mind.
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Troy Smith was a nine-year old little boy crying in the parking lot after a football game because he has no one to pick him up and no home to go to. No one has been to watch him play all year. His mom was struggling with a drug dependency and was unable to care for Troy or his sister. He was so clearly a kid in distress that his pee-wee football coach arranged to become his foster parent and took Troy in. His sister went to live with an aunt.

Later that year, Troy and his foster dad spent much of Christmas Eve looking for his mom so that he could give her the Christmas present that he'd bought for her. When she wasn't to be found, he gave that present to his foster mother.

After four years of a stable, loving foster home, Troy was returned to his mom without forewarning or consideration for the emotional toll it would take on him. He was an angry young man and he developed a nasty temper. The family reunion wasn't comfortable or easy. As ESPN.com says

The Smiths had little in the way of comfort. By this time the Smiths had moved to 71st and St. Clair, inhabiting a neighborhood rife with urban dangers. The area was brutal, but it was home.

Sports saved Troy from the troubles that ensnared countless peers. At Martin Luther King Junior High he played soccer, tennis, basketball and track. And he played football for the older version of the Glenville A's in the Cleveland Muni League.

"I go back and see the guys I grew up with," Smith said. "Some of them are incarcerated. Some of them, rest their souls, have passed away. But the ones that are still there, when I see them, their whole month or year has changed. They light up like a Christmas tree.
Eventually the situation between Troy and his mom got so rough that Troy's high school coach (and father of his team mate Ted Ginn, Jr.) took Troy in to live with his family for the rest of his high school career. Ted Ginn, Sr. eventually arranged counseling for Troy and his mom and even went to the first few sessions to make sure they both went and the session was productive.

Sports was Troy's salvation and he was recruited by Ohio State and the little football coach in the sweatervest, Jim Tressel, the man who wears a "what would jesus do bracelet" and never loses his temper or his cool. Troy was considered a risk--a hot-headed young man who came with a lot of risks. That assessment almost proved true.

Troy's troubles weren't behind him. In his freshman year, Troy partied too hard, still got angry too much and eventually got arrested for fighting. He spoke out about his lack of playing time and refused to watch film. He didn't need to.
In his sophomore year, he put the entire football program in jeopardy by taking money from a booster. He was suspended for two games and watched Ohio State's bowl game that year at home in Cleveland. This may have been the tipping point in his life. Sitting in the basement, watching that game, that he realized his bad decision affected the entire team:

"That was rough," Ginn said. "He felt he let his teammates down. He let himself down. He let the university down. Troy loves hard. I don't care how he sits up and tries to show you he's a big strong man, Troy's got a good heart. He probably loves people who love him real hard. He loves his teammates. He loves Ohio State. He was embarrassed for that."

Smith was changed by looking at Ginn's basement shrine to Glenville stars Ginn Jr., Pierre Woods (Michigan-New England Patriots), Donte Whitner (OSU-Buffalo Bills) - and Smith.

"I'm watching TV and looking at all the things we have all done. I really, really got it in my head that there wouldn't be a situation like this again," Smith said in August. "(I knew) my team is first in everything. Running onto the field with my guys is something I'll never take (for granted) again. That's probably the best feeling in the world.

So now consider what has happened to our angry young man since he had that epiphany:
  • He is 25-2 as a starter.
  • He has beaten Michigan three times (only one other OSU quarterback has done that).
  • He says his love for his team mates is the most important motivator he has.
  • He now speaks "team-speak"and deflects questions about himself.
  • He opens door, removes his hat in doors and thanks others for their time.
  • He earned a degree in communications in four years (he's working on a second degree right now in order to remain eligible to play ball).
  • He now considers his mother his best friend (she says he's her hero).
  • When asked about the Heisman, he would only speak of taking his mother to New York for the first time and how he looked forward to spending this time with her.
That little 9-year old has become a 22 year old man and this December night will be much different for both that man and his mother than that horrible December night 13 years ago. That man and his mother will be together and in New York City for the first time in their lives. He will be named the best football player in the country.

But for many Troy Smith's ability to forgive and love and mature will remain the real heroic act of his life.

For his heroic acts on the field, check this out




Good Morning



York, ME 7:15 am

Friday, December 8, 2006

Views of Maine

For some great Maine scenes, visit the Maine Web Cam Network. Webcams from York to Katahdin are featured.
Remember that at this time of year, it will be dark from 4 pm until about 7 am. Sigh. (When do we move to Atlantic Time?)



Good Morning



Robinson Point Lighthouse, ME

Thursday, December 7, 2006

Homage to Tom Brady

If my thoughts weren't pure, I'd find this disturbing.

The New Yorker Reports Maine's Somali population

This week's New Yorker reports on the Somali population in Lewiston. Here's the press release:

In the December 11, 2006, issue of The New Yorker, William Finnegan reports on the small town of Lewiston, Maine, where, since 2001, a few thousand Somali refugees have resettled after fleeing the civil war that has consumed their country for the past two decades (“New in Town,” p. 46). “With a population of thirty-six thousand, the town was until recently ninety-six per cent white and predominantly Catholic—French-Canadian and Irish—and was slowly losing its young people as local mills and factories closed,” Finnegan writes. “Then, practically overnight, the streets seemed to be full of black African Muslims. Today, there are about three thousand Somalis in Lewiston, and dozens more arrive every month.” He adds, “An improbable migration has turned into a large-scale social experiment.”

More on this via Wikipedia.
Not too long ago, the mayor of Lewiston drafted a letter to the Somali population and asked them to stop coming to his town. The leaders of the Somali population met with the mayor's office and resolved the situation.

A movie was made about the Somalis in Lewiston called The Letter: An American Town and the 'Somali Invasion'
The film is reviewed here.

A nice article about Lewiston/Auburn here
.

good morning



Mt. Washington, NH

Wednesday, December 6, 2006

Recipe For A Festive Evening

Cosmopolitan Champagne Cocktail

1 1/4 c. Cointreau or Grand Marnier
1 1/4 c. cranberry juice (I'm substituting pomegranite juice this year per Michele's recipe. Yum.)
1/2 c. plus 2 tablespoons lime juice
3 tablespoons superfine granulated sugar
4 c. chilled Champagne

Stir together Cointreau, juices, sugar. Cover and chill for 2-6 hours. Fill champagne flutes 1/4 to 1/2 with mixture (depending on desired sweetness) and top off with Champagne. Makes 10 servings.

News Of The Day

Pretty standard fare for an early December day in Maine:

  • We have the ever-less-rare-battle over beach access. Most Mainahs will sniff and tell you it's them christly folks from away who cause all the ruckus.
  • We have the global warming story (cleverly disguised as a snowmaking article)
  • We have the announcement of the latest book on lighthouse keepers.
  • We have the almost daily for this time of year story that I hate the most. Seriously, this might be Freakonomics playing a role, but it seems that Maine has far more than the fair share of house fires every year.
  • We have the on-going Poland Springs coverage. Poland Springs wants to send more of their water goodness to people who want it, but figuring out a way to do that without upsetting life as it should be isn't easy.

Good Morning



Isle au Haut, ME

Tuesday, December 5, 2006

Warm Me Up Recipe for a Cold Day

Chorizo-Crusted Cod

Ingredients

1 ½ ounces Spanish Chorizo, peeled and thinly sliced

½ cup coarse dry bread crumbs

Salt and fresh pepper

Extra virgin olive oil

4- 6 oz. cod or halibut fillets about 1 ½ in thick

Preparation

  • Preheat over to 400 degrees
  • In a food processor combine chorizo and bread crumbs
  • Season with salt and pepper and transfer crumbs to a plate
  • Lightly oil a glass or ceramic baking dish
  • Dip flesh side of fish in crumbs, pressing to adhere
  • Arrange crumb side up
  • Pack the remaining crumbs on top
  • Roast in oven for 20 minutes uncovered
  • Broil 6 in front heat for 30 seconds to brown top of crumbs
  • Serve right away
This is a very easy preparation and is always delicious. On a cold day like today, it's wonderful served with a side of pasta tossed in olive oil or sauteed spinach and a hearty bread.

Wreaths Across America


Before this year, the laying of wreaths at Arlington Cemetery was done by one man and a few voluteers. There was no publicity and no fanfare. This year, it's a little different. The effort has been the focus of our local news for the last few days, and is starting to hit the national news. You might have seen Wreaths Across America featured on NBC's Nightly News last night or read about it in your local paper. Worchester Wreaths, Maine's largest producer of balsam Christmas wreaths, first started decorating Arlington Cemetery 15 years ago.

According to owner Merrill Worchester, one year he realized that he had about 5,000 extra wreaths and instead of letting them go to waste, he called Senator Olympia Snowe and with her help donated the wreaths in honor of those who have given their lives for our country. He never stopped.

This year, the effort goes national with wreaths being sent to every state and Puerto Rico.
A caravan from Washington County Maine to Washington, DC is planned, and the Civil Air Patrol will assist in delivering the wreaths to each state. The caravan leaves Harrington on Sunday December 10 and the ceremony will take place on December 14.