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Bear's Eggplant Parmesan
June 30, 2008 | permalink

The first time I had eggplant I had no idea I was eating a vegetable; I was sure it was some kind of exotic, delicious meat. I remember asking someone what animal it was I was eating, and being stunned and confused when I learned that it was, in fact, a vegetable. The taste and texture of it were completely outside of my experience as to what vegetables were like, and I have been fascinated by the eggplant ever since.

One of my favorite ways to eat eggplant (as you may have guessed by now) is Eggplant Parmesan; here is how I like to prepare it:

Eggplant Parmesan

• 1 Large, Ripe Eggplant
• 2 Large Eggs
• Seasoned Breadcrumbs
• Mozzarella Cheese
• Parmesan Cheese
• Tomato Sauce
• Fresh Basil
• Olive Oil, Salt, and Pepper

Peel the eggplant and cut it into 1/4" thick slices. In a bowl, beat the two eggs, two tablespoons of water, and salt & pepper to taste. Dip the eggplant in the egg mixture and coat with breadcrumbs. Set aside.

In a skillet, heat enough olive oil to cover the bottom of the pan until it shimmers. Once it's hot, add the breaded eggplant, frying for 2-3 minutes on each side. We are not trying to cook the eggplant through and through at this stage- our goal is merely to brown the breading and outer edges of the eggplant. Once browned, transfer the eggplant slices to a cookie sheet lined with aluminum foil, making a single layer.

Once all your eggplant slices are browned, set them aside to rest for a few minutes and set the oven to 350 degrees. Also at this stage, you should heat the tomato sauce in a covered saucepan on an extremely low flame- we just want to warm it up.

Thinly slice enough mozzarella (we don't want to overpower the flavor of the eggplant, so don't be too heavy handed here- and I say that as a cheese lover!) to cover each slice of eggplant. Bake the now cheese-draped eggplant slices for 20 minutes, or until the cheese starts to brown. This, by the way, is why we weren't concerned with cooking them all the way through in the frying stage; if we had, we would end up with eggplant mush by the time they come out of the oven.

To serve, fan the eggplant slices out on a plate, spoon some of the sauce over top, give them a dash of Parmesan cheese, and throw on a couple of leaves of fresh basil. Again, don't be too heavy handed with any of these things; we don't want to lose the taste of the eggplant underneath all its toppings. I would serve it with garlic bread, and maybe a tomato-cucumber salad, but that's just me...

A large eggplant ought to yield 16-20 1/4" slices, which translates into about 4 servings of Eggplant Parmesan.

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Photo Page is Up!
June 24, 2008 | permalink

The Photos page is up and running; the content is pulled from my Flickr account and automatically updated as I post new pictures there...

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Tiny Little Fractures
June 23, 2008 | permalink

You see the bear charm in that picture? It was the first external element of my bearish persona to come to me, and up until a couple of weeks ago, I had worn it around my neck nearly continuously since 1993. In fact, I can only recall two occasions on which I removed for a period of time longer than that which was required to put it on a new string.

It is no secret that I feel a great affinity for the bear, and it shouldn't surprise you that I hold the bear as my totem and spirit guide, and that I regarded the necklace as a token and symbol of that relationship. When I saw it for the first time, I was unaware of this facet of myself; yet (as corny as this may sound) when I saw it, it really spoke to me, resonating in a way that would take me years to properly understand and put into words. But even if I didn't understand it at first, it nonetheless had a powerful effect on me, and I have had it as a touchstone and reminder of things greater than myself throughout my adult life, through many joys and many trials.

I found it while randomly browsing the wares for offer at a sale some group or other was sponsoring in the Campus Center. They had brought in a bunch of vendors to raise money. You know the type well enough- army surplus, rainbow hackey-sacks, cheap jewelry, black lite posters- the mainstays of college life in the early 90s. I am sure you remember it well. I passed it by at first; I didn't understand or really want to acknowledge the incredibly strong pull I felt towards it. I drifted by the table two or three more times before moving on with my day. However, I just couldn't let it go. My thoughts kept drifting back to it, and at the end of the day I went back to get it.

Only to find it gone.

Let me tell you, Gentle Readers, I was crushed, and I cursed myself for being such an idiot as to pass it by in the first place. Luckily for me, I had been browsing with a friend, who not only noticed my fascination with the bear charm, but bought it for me after I left. It was presented to me the next day, after I relayed how much of an idiot I felt like for letting it go. (It was, I gathered, to have been a birthday present, but I was apparently so morose it was given to me on the spot...)

And, as I said, I have worn it ever since. Until I lost it a couple of weeks ago.

I noticed, in the middle of a load in, that the bit of wire that held the bear to the string had snapped sometime during the day. It was pretty much the perfect top off to what had been a supremely craptacular day, and while I tried to tell myself that I would find it, I knew the truth of it, and to say it bummed me out would be a very large understatement.

So, what is one to do, when one's totem goes missing? I thought about replacing it with as close a copy as possible, but that didn't sit right with me. I even have another bear necklace that was given to me as a gift. But, while I treasure it, it didn't seem like the right thing to do.

What I finally arrived at was that I could not try to replace the bear with another bear; instead, I decided to make myself a charm that would encompass a different aspect of the bear. Something that paid homage to my totem, but also reflected some of the ways that I have changed since that first bear charm came to me. So, I made myself a necklace with a bear claw as it's centerpoint.

It is very different from the last, and I am quite pleased with it.

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The Busy Girl Buys Beauty
June 10, 2008 | permalink

When I was young, The Old Man took us ('us' being whatever collection of siblings, cousins, and relatives more removed that made up the family at any given time... it is strange to me, even now, how such a big and diverse group could have been so closed and insular... but that is another musing, for another time...) camping and hiking and boating quite often. These outdoor excursions are some of my favorite memories.

We had a couple of swimming holes that we liked to frequent; one had a wide, shallow stone shelf and a deep and fast moving center channel- it was good for really hot days, because the water was always so shockingly cold. There was another place we went often, a river medium wide and medium deep, with an old bridge that we would leap off of into the water. The river was probably too shallow, really, for the height of the bridge. It's a wonder we never cracked our skulls open.

There was another place we went a few times, a really wide, slow moving bend in a river. I learned to snorkel there, and once we found and cooked and ate river mollusks. I remember that there was the rusted out wreck of a car in one place, and I used to wonder how it had ended up on the bottom of the river.

I wonder what those places are like, now... I haven't been to any of them in over 20 years. Are they still as remote as I remember, as pristine? I doubt it. Likewise, the leap from the bridge that felt so death-defying would probably be revealed as only 10 or 12 feet, and the wide expanse of the river bend is likely nothing special to look at. I know where they are, and how to get there- I could go look, and see what has become of them.

But I think I prefer to keep them as they were.

Posted in Growing Up & Musings & The Old Man & The Past
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Back to This
June 4, 2008 | permalink

I did a ridiculous event over the weekend.

It wasn't the scope or the scale that made it so; it was big and necessitated long hours and sprawled across three venues, but not really complicated or even, honestly, all that hectic. It was the tone of it that I found so... I am not even sure what the right word is. Ostentatious, maybe? Which I found a little surprising. I mean, I work on a lot of big, stupid, wasteful corporate gigs, and I can think of several that were more over the top without even trying.

I guess it's the fact that it was an awards show. And not an awards show where some neutral body is giving out the awards, either... It's more like, hey, lets get together and give ourselves awards for doing such a great job of being us! Maybe I am just being curmudgeonly, but that kind of self-congratulatory nonsense kind of bugs me. I mean, if these people were really doing something that warranted praise and recognition, I think that someone outside of their circle would stand up and say so, don't you?

I suppose it's possible that I am still overtired and under-caffeinated, and thus am being more judgmental than I ought to be. But I don't think so.

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