Pronounced 'knock-ee'. Or 'no-kee'? I'm not sure, but that's what the little doughy potato things are called that I added to the Turkey Bacon Club soup. A midget Italian relation to the Greek pierogie, you might say. Or you might just say, 'Whaaa...?'
Movies I watched during the last week:
Jack The Giant Killer, a heretofore unknown- to me, anyway -fantasy pic featuring some weird stop-motion creatures and special effects by Wah Chang, the effects genius who later devised communicators, phasers and tricorders for Star Trek. Not a great movie, nothing to rank with Harryhausen or Creature From The Black Lagoon... but diverting goofiness nonetheless.
The Terminal, The Family Stone and Atonement. My daughter sent these over for our amusement. I found elements of story and character to enjoy in each of them but was ultimately disappointed by the payoff- or lack thereof -in each of the three. I guess I'm always looking for the 'happy ending' or at least one that doesn't make you go 'Crud, that was really a bummer of an ending.' Tom Hanks doesn't get the girl, the mom dies and the young lovers you desperately want to see live happily ever after... don't.
Okay, if there are no horses, spaceships or strange creatures at least gimme a glimmer of hope for the characters when it's all over, fer cryin' out loud!
Monday, September 21, 2009
Monday, September 7, 2009
Birds now and then
Okay, so... where was I? Oh, boy, has it really been almost a year since I troubled myself to make an entry here...? Will it matter if I ever, never make another? At any rate, as I got busy complaining about my lot in life- and then writing about it -while checking into my MySpace page the other day I thought, 'Well, I really don't have much to complain about.' But I like to anyway. Why is that?
Today is the 'official' end of summer, I guess. Okay by me. I don't go much for heat anymore, gimme a breezy autumn and break out the sweats, I'm all for it. The only drawback is that if it gets too cold, too fast I won't be spending much time on the porch enjoying the random jangling and clinking of the wind chimes. Oh, and it's a butterfly in the stained glass, not a hummingbird as previously reported. Now, my folks used to get hummingbirds zipping up to the feeders on their porch, pretty little green jewels on the wing. And they were my favorite birds in the fourth grade when I gave an oral report on birds in general. Touched on several species but contrasting the extremes in size of the ostrich and the hummingbird was a high point. Or it would have been if I hadn't been so deathly afraid of standing and speaking in front of the class that I purposely left my 'visual aids'- a hummingbird egg and an ostrich egg, borrowed from the collection of Lancaster's North Museum -at my desk just so I could take a breath while walking back the aisle to retrieve them.
The teacher was not amused nor was she fooled by my acting, ha ha, as if it was an honest oversight. She dropped me a full letter grade for failing to muster up all the nerve in the world and make a proper showing of composure and stentorian bluster at the ripe old age of, what are you in fourth grade?, ten??? Hoo boy!
Which brings me to the 'now' bird subject: Turkey Bacon Club Soup. That's right. Now, I'm no connoisseur of delicatessen fare, not much of a sandwicher, in fact, beyond PB & J and the occasional slab of baloney on bread with some butter to lubricate its slide toward the stomach. I usually find the admixture of vegetable matter on bread somewhat off-putting if it's more than onion and lettuce. Tomato products? Can't get enough. But sliced tomatoes? Not a big fan, thank you. Anyway, I was nosing thru the fridge for something edible the other day when I noticed there was a pound of ground turkey and half a slab of sliced bacon waiting to be put to use. It occurred to me that I had half the makings of a turkey club sandwich... why not add the rest of those makings to a soup pot and make up a brothy relative of its piled-high deli namesake? It would have all the meaty goodness plus the warm broth factor plus no toothpicks to maybe swallow and perforate one's innards. Brilliant!
I don't do much food prep by 'recipes' and especially not soup. More often it's just a matter of what's handy and seems like it won't ruin everything that went in the pot beforehand. So, Turkey Bacon Club Soup contains:
Ground turkey
Bacon (of course!)
Chopped spinach
Peas
Corn
Whole baby carrots
Cauliflower
Onion (not too finely chopped, kinda chunky)
Tomatoes (little ones, halved)
...and a handful of those potato things... uhhh... They're basically little dough balls with a smidge of mashed potato in the middle... What are they called??? I forget. Not perogies, these are itty bitty...? Well, I can't think of what they are called... And it's all floating in a chicken broth stock with a handful of seasonings; salt, pepper, paprika, Italian seasoning, whatever you like. And there you have it.
And you thought I only made doll heads.
Today is the 'official' end of summer, I guess. Okay by me. I don't go much for heat anymore, gimme a breezy autumn and break out the sweats, I'm all for it. The only drawback is that if it gets too cold, too fast I won't be spending much time on the porch enjoying the random jangling and clinking of the wind chimes. Oh, and it's a butterfly in the stained glass, not a hummingbird as previously reported. Now, my folks used to get hummingbirds zipping up to the feeders on their porch, pretty little green jewels on the wing. And they were my favorite birds in the fourth grade when I gave an oral report on birds in general. Touched on several species but contrasting the extremes in size of the ostrich and the hummingbird was a high point. Or it would have been if I hadn't been so deathly afraid of standing and speaking in front of the class that I purposely left my 'visual aids'- a hummingbird egg and an ostrich egg, borrowed from the collection of Lancaster's North Museum -at my desk just so I could take a breath while walking back the aisle to retrieve them.
The teacher was not amused nor was she fooled by my acting, ha ha, as if it was an honest oversight. She dropped me a full letter grade for failing to muster up all the nerve in the world and make a proper showing of composure and stentorian bluster at the ripe old age of, what are you in fourth grade?, ten??? Hoo boy!
Which brings me to the 'now' bird subject: Turkey Bacon Club Soup. That's right. Now, I'm no connoisseur of delicatessen fare, not much of a sandwicher, in fact, beyond PB & J and the occasional slab of baloney on bread with some butter to lubricate its slide toward the stomach. I usually find the admixture of vegetable matter on bread somewhat off-putting if it's more than onion and lettuce. Tomato products? Can't get enough. But sliced tomatoes? Not a big fan, thank you. Anyway, I was nosing thru the fridge for something edible the other day when I noticed there was a pound of ground turkey and half a slab of sliced bacon waiting to be put to use. It occurred to me that I had half the makings of a turkey club sandwich... why not add the rest of those makings to a soup pot and make up a brothy relative of its piled-high deli namesake? It would have all the meaty goodness plus the warm broth factor plus no toothpicks to maybe swallow and perforate one's innards. Brilliant!
I don't do much food prep by 'recipes' and especially not soup. More often it's just a matter of what's handy and seems like it won't ruin everything that went in the pot beforehand. So, Turkey Bacon Club Soup contains:
Ground turkey
Bacon (of course!)
Chopped spinach
Peas
Corn
Whole baby carrots
Cauliflower
Onion (not too finely chopped, kinda chunky)
Tomatoes (little ones, halved)
...and a handful of those potato things... uhhh... They're basically little dough balls with a smidge of mashed potato in the middle... What are they called??? I forget. Not perogies, these are itty bitty...? Well, I can't think of what they are called... And it's all floating in a chicken broth stock with a handful of seasonings; salt, pepper, paprika, Italian seasoning, whatever you like. And there you have it.
And you thought I only made doll heads.
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