Tuesday, July 24, 2012

My Litte Paree

Pickled Yellow beans and Carrots


1 bag beans( about 4-5 quarts)
3 bunches  baby carrots
4 quarts water
1 quart vinegar
3/4 cup pickling salt
1/2 cup sugar
1/2 tsp. turmeric
garlic cloves
baby dill
1/4 tsp. pickling spice

Scrub beans and cut ends off. Clean or scrape carrots and ends.  I scraped mine even tho' they were baby carrots. In each jar put 1 clove garlic and a small sprig of baby dill and 1/4 tsp. pickling spice. Boil water, vinegar, sugar, and salt about 3 minutes.  Have your lids boiling for 2 minutes.  I made 7 pints, 4 3/4 pints and still had brine left over for maybe 2 jars, but ran out of veggies. The turmeric just gives the veggies a brighter colour throughout the winter.  Sometimes if I want a hotter taste I add one small dried chili pepper per jar.  This is better with green beans if you want them spicier for Caesar stir sticks, but I prefer no chili pepper.

Monday, July 2, 2012

In the Midst of Life

This poem was written by the Polish poet, Tadeusz Ròzewicz, after the war ended. He was 24.
Even tho' written after the war it can be inspirational to anyone changing a perspective in life.


In the Midst of Life
by Tadeusz Rozewicz

After the end of the world
after death
I found myself in the midst of life
creating myself
building life
people, animals, landscapes

this is a table I said,
this is a table,
there is bread and a knife on the table,
knife serves to cut bread,
people are nourished by bread

man must be loved
I learnt by night by day
what must one love
I would reply man

this is a window I said,
this is a window,
there is a garden beyond the window
I see an apple-tree in the garden
the apple-tree blossoms
the blossom falls
fruit is formed
ripens

my father picks the apple
the man who picks the apple
is my father

I sat on the threshold
that old woman who
leads a goat on a string
is needed more
is worth more
that seven wonders of the world
anyone who thinks or feels
she is not needed
is a mass murderer

this is a man
this is a tree, this is bread
people eat to live
I kept saying to myself
human life is important
human life has great importance

the value of life
is greater than the value of all things
which man has created
man is a great treasure
I repeated stubbornly

this is water I said
I stroked the waves with my hand
and talked to the river
water I would say
nice water
this is me

man talked to water
talked to the moon
to the flowers and to rain
talked to the earth
to the birds
to the sky

the sky was silent
the earth was silent
and if a voice was heard
flowing
from earth water and sky
it was a voice of another man