tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52730817385351005792024-03-13T03:16:22.727-07:00One Crafty LadyLiving a simple life in the middle of the concrete jungleLaurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01527966992518783970noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5273081738535100579.post-36335525873334932982011-08-05T07:46:00.000-07:002011-08-05T07:49:27.804-07:00I've moved!You thought I wasn't posting anymore?! Oh ye, of little faith.<br /><br />Please visit the new megablog at <a href="http://craftylauren.wordpress.com">http://craftylauren.wordpress.com</a> for more recipes, quips and tips, and the successes and failures in the life of Lauren.<br /><br />See you over there....Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01527966992518783970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5273081738535100579.post-66346198710212884322011-07-05T08:25:00.000-07:002011-07-05T09:20:23.083-07:00Stumps, rocks and fudgy pops<div style="text-align: left;">My co-workers asked me what I was doing for the 4th of July.</div><div><br /></div><div>Co-workers: "What are you doing for the 4th of July?"</div><div><br /></div><div>Me: "Digging rocks out of my backyard."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Co-workers: "Really? For five days?"</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Me: "Yes"</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>When we bought our charming little bungalow, the backyard was shrouded by a blanket of white. When the snow melted, we were greeted by stumps, fountains (seriously), underground hoses (they're for irrigation, duh), and lots and lots of rocks. In the middle of the yard</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Lots of rocks.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>So two solid months of rock digging led up to this very special weekend, when the last of the rocks were finally cleared out of the middle of the yard (there are still plenty along the perimeter), and, in it's place, SOD!</div><div><br /></div><div>As a part of this transformation, we were also forced to finally address the 5-ish maple stumps in the way. Like this doozy, for example:</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oRJBpo1v5ZM/ThM0utQs-YI/AAAAAAAAALI/DqkSv5WVx6g/s320/273000_10150306293569579_711494578_9256958_3688513_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625898336544160130" /><div>Now those of you who have spent any time with Nancy or me lately know that stumps have been on our minds. So this was a pretty big weekend for us.</div><div><br /></div><div>Here's the result of our weekend outside in 90+ degrees, digging rocks and stumps:</div><div><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gIFHNvKgoTM/ThM5k2w8yKI/AAAAAAAAALY/3bDqq0Cp9Oo/s320/photo-4.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625903664854780066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /></div><div>And I can think of nothing better after that than a homemade fudgy pop.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Homemade Fudgy Pops</span></div><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7djgrjhPtrQ/ThM5BjK_9dI/AAAAAAAAALQ/TdPYiZqdph8/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625903058299909586" /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div>Ingredients:</div><div><ul><li>1/2 C. sugar</li><li>2 TB cornstarch</li><li>2 TB cocoa powder</li><li>2 1/2 C. milk</li><li>1 TB butter</li><li>1 tsp. vanilla</li></ul></div><div><br /></div><div>Directions:</div><div><ol><li>In a small saucepan, combine sugar, cornstarch, cocoa and milk</li><li>Heat on medium, stirring constantly, until boiling and thick</li><li>Remove from heat and add butter and vanilla</li><li>Pour into popsicle mold and freeze until firm</li></ol><div>* Tip: to get them out of the mold, Nancy told me to pour hot water over the mold to let the plastic expand and release the fudgy goodness. I learned this the hard way. </div></div><div><br /></div>Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01527966992518783970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5273081738535100579.post-30409950836752595842011-07-01T09:24:00.000-07:002011-07-01T10:05:36.563-07:00Kitchen organization and visions of zucchini muffins<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2dstRcFpjbs/Tg36R_HpzFI/AAAAAAAAAK4/IHcX1ZhuKf8/s320/photo-2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624426696563870802" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>I'm a bit of a freak when it comes to kitchen organization. Take for example this shelf in the baking cupboard above. Yes, each item is poured into a clear glass container, and yes, Each clear glass container is labeled with a labelmaker. <div><br /></div><div>What goes where is also exceedingly important. Everything has to be in a cupboard that's accessible to what you're doing. Cups next to the fridge, potholders in the drawer next to the stove, plastic baggies reachable with one hand to where I make sandwiches in the morning. </div><div><br /></div><div>It took me five years to perfect the old apartment kitchen, and this one is twice as big with three times as many cupboards. I've rearranged twice already (much to Nancy's dismay), and I just finished the third installment. Admittedly, it's putting me in the mood to bake...<div><br /></div><div>Record heat is the talk of the day on the Book of Faces, and all I can think about is hot, delicious zucchini muffins.</div><div><br /><div>The thing is, there's a delightfully cool breeze coming through the kitchen window, it's reaching noon-time and still 74 out, and so while it seems crazy to voluntarily heat my kitchen to 375-degrees on the purported hottest day in five years, this run-on sentence is trying to say that I'm going to do it anyway.</div><div><br /></div><div>Who could refuse this already defrosted shredded zucchini from last summer's bounty??</div><div><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--2IHzA7_jjI/Tg36SaIXOkI/AAAAAAAAALA/mHUiLNkSt4U/s320/photo.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624426703814605378" /></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b>Zucchini Muffins</b></span></div><div>Ingredients:</div><div><ul><li>1/2 C. applesauce</li><li>1/4 C mashed banana (applesauce and banana can be substituted for 2 eggs)</li><li>2 C. sugar</li><li>3 tsp. vanilla extract</li><li>1 C. vegetable oil</li><li>2 C. shredded zucchini, unpeeled, liquid squeezed out</li><li>3 C. flour</li><li>3/4 tsp. baking powder</li><li>1 tsp. salt</li><li>1 tsp. baking soda</li><li>1 tsp. cinnamon</li><li>1/2 C. chopped nuts (optional)</li></ul></div><div><br /></div><div>Directions:</div><div><ol><li>Preheat oven to 375-deg F. Whisk applesauce, banana (or egg), sugar, vanilla, and veg. oil together until well blended.</li><li>Stir in drained zucchini. Add flour, baking powder, salt, soda, and cinnamon and mix until well blended.</li><li>Fold in nuts, if desired.</li><li>Turn into greased muffin tins and bake 18-25 minutes or until pastry pick comes out clean</li></ol><div>** You can also cook the batter in a loaf pan to make a bread. In that case, bake 45 min-1 hour</div></div><div>Makes approximately 20 muffins</div>Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01527966992518783970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5273081738535100579.post-75394697065111005082011-06-23T14:06:00.000-07:002011-06-23T14:25:32.497-07:00Bike CommuterI admit it. <a href="http://one-crafty-lady.blogspot.com/2011/01/operation-bike-ride-2011.html">Operation Bike Ride 2011</a> has, for the most part, been an abysmal failure.<br /><br />Until now, that is.<br /><br />I ran out of money on my transit card, and decided to pay for a tune-up on my bike instead of reloading my card.<br /><br />It just so happened that I got my bike back from the shop on Chicago's "Bike to Work Week", and it also just so happened that it rained 3 out of 5 days during that week. I rode all that week, and every day since. And it's pretty much rained every day.<br /><br />The pros:<br /><ul><li>zero dollars spent on transportation in two weeks</li><li>getting my bikini body back</li><li>shaving 30 minutes off my commute time</li></ul>The cons:<br /><ul><li>having to use my bike as a clothes line and publicly display my sports bra on a daily basis</li></ul><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-raRNiKLczh0/TgOtuxMKD7I/AAAAAAAAAKw/keIUveJ_liU/s1600/photo%25286%2529.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-raRNiKLczh0/TgOtuxMKD7I/AAAAAAAAAKw/keIUveJ_liU/s320/photo%25286%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621527778878427058" border="0" /></a>Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01527966992518783970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5273081738535100579.post-4417980967536748952011-06-17T07:20:00.000-07:002011-06-17T07:27:41.986-07:00Strawberries!Or, I should say, strawberry.<br /><br /><br /><div><br /><div>This excites me with geeky giddiness - partially because I have a backyard to grow strawberries in, and partly because this one was ready to pick when I checked the patch today, which means I got to this beauty before the bunnies did.</div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619194463852258482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_kgdSmixmRM/Tftjl9XBZLI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/EEWsmvFTuN8/s320/strawberry.JPG" /><br />This could be the start of a beautiful friendship.<br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div>Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01527966992518783970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5273081738535100579.post-9636179007776315902011-03-17T10:43:00.000-07:002011-03-17T11:00:03.377-07:00Zen and the Art of Reno<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bABH1S-tCvY/TYJLXOppR_I/AAAAAAAAAJA/iJ_4C3EvGY4/s1600/photo%25283%2529.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bABH1S-tCvY/TYJLXOppR_I/AAAAAAAAAJA/iJ_4C3EvGY4/s320/photo%25283%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585109350334679026" border="0" /></a><br />I knew that renovating a home wasn't going to be easy, and at times that it wasn't even going to be fun. What I wasn't prepared for was the emotional highs and lows of living there while it was going on. I suppose I've adjusted fine to living in a chaotic environment (from a lady who thrives on routine), but to exist in one in which I don't see progress is frustrating. Plus, all the things I usually do to relieve stress, like knit, or workout, or cook, aren't possible because the things I need to do those things are either still in boxes or covered with a tarp, or dust, or both. Awesome.<br /><br />But here's the uplifting point in this mild rant: this week our new place is still dusty and still chaotic and still under construction, but we are starting to see progress. In renos and in life, progress is important. You can deal with a lot as long as you feel like today was a day that you got closer to your goal.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yLo5nf_fTLo/TYJLnkFfP8I/AAAAAAAAAJI/UbAXS2PAjXQ/s1600/photo%25284%2529.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yLo5nf_fTLo/TYJLnkFfP8I/AAAAAAAAAJI/UbAXS2PAjXQ/s320/photo%25284%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585109630966513602" border="0" /></a><br /></div>Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01527966992518783970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5273081738535100579.post-30182161371384648012011-03-17T10:24:00.000-07:002011-03-17T10:30:26.984-07:00Operation Bike Ride 2011: Status Report<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JgLEgY583UQ/TYJEr3yad5I/AAAAAAAAAI4/RKVk4F02k-8/s1600/photo%25282%2529.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JgLEgY583UQ/TYJEr3yad5I/AAAAAAAAAI4/RKVk4F02k-8/s320/photo%25282%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585102008393299858" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br />Mission: Shed reno-related stress pounds in time for pending photo shoots<br /><br />Outside Air Temperature: 60-deg F<br /><br />Sure Sign of Spring: short socks<br /><br />Impressions: bliss<br /><br />Status: complete<br /><br /></span>Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01527966992518783970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5273081738535100579.post-34014852834142627842011-01-07T22:58:00.000-08:002011-01-07T23:31:58.552-08:00Money is fiction<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.affordablehousinginstitute.org/blogs/us/cabaret_money_makes_small.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 321px; height: 206px;" src="http://www.affordablehousinginstitute.org/blogs/us/cabaret_money_makes_small.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><div><br /></div>I was absolutely fascinated by This American Life tonight in which they raised their most "stoner" question to date: What is money?<div><br /></div><div>Money is on the mind lately as we've had to come up with a lot of it in the past couple months to scrounge together a down payment for the house. We've managed to stick a few thousand dollars under the mattress in the past two months in order to make this happen. But, really, it's in a bank account and is only a number on paper. The money doesn't actually exist.</div><div><br /></div><div>You see, I get paid by direct deposit. My employer tells my bank that what I do is worth X amount of dollars and tells the bank to add it to my account. But no tangible currency is ever exchanged. Then I write on a small piece of paper addressed to my landlady that I am giving her X amount of dollars to live in her building, but, again, that piece of paper represents the idea that I'm giving her something valuable which, in fact, doesn't exist.</div><div><br /></div><div>Money, apart from being a great song in Cabaret, makes the world go 'round, but we are living under the false pretense that it actually has value. In my dreams, we are living in a cashless society where I can give you my embroidery and in return you give me some shoes. That hasn't happened since the industrial revolution... in other words, since people stopped making things that have real value. Now, we sit at desks and type all day and my employer thinks that my time has value (which, obviously, I agree with) and so they "pay" me with fake numbers that I can use to go out and buy potatoes with, or, write on a small piece of paper to my landlady. Maybe some day we will run out of fake numbers and go back to simply bartering for those potatoes instead.</div><div><br /></div><div>What really gets to me about this-what I fail to understand- is that if money is fiction, then how come it matters so much when you don't have it?</div><div><br /></div><div>For fun: watch <a href="http://www.affordablehousinginstitute.org/blogs/us/cabaret_money_makes_small.jpg">this</a></div>Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01527966992518783970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5273081738535100579.post-38304527040153317592011-01-04T08:38:00.000-08:002011-01-04T08:49:46.876-08:00Operation Bike Ride 2011<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fMCci5T8w2M/TSNPkx2zJNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/NE6MVENTlGE/s1600/IMG_0551.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fMCci5T8w2M/TSNPkx2zJNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/NE6MVENTlGE/s320/IMG_0551.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558373858382390482" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Mission: Shed holiday pounds and stick it to the CTA<br />Outside Air Temperature: 27-deg F<br />Layers of clothing: five<br />Impressions: cold wrists<br />Status: complete<br /><br /><br /></span>Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01527966992518783970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5273081738535100579.post-33205825997546351252010-11-20T20:10:00.000-08:002010-11-20T21:00:17.384-08:00On Ravenswood<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fMCci5T8w2M/TOihxNxgkDI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QcKoOTTgfas/s1600/IMG_0324.jpg"></a>I've got Portage Park on the brain as we prepare for home ownership in a new neighborhood, but I think it's important to take some time to reflect on the great years we've spent in Ravenswood. Being in a slightly undiscovered area of the 'wood we've had the privilege of being walking distance from Lincoln Square, Andersonville, and the heart of the neighborhood, but tucked away in a little quiet corridor where yuppies and puppies are scarce and upscale, overpriced restaurants are non-existent. Here's what I think I will miss the most about my block:<div><ul><li>Garcia's</li><li>The nice Indian guys at the little liquor store</li><li>Garcia's</li><li>The odd demographic on the block of latinos, lesbians who can't afford A-ville, and millionaires with babies</li><li>The Crafty Beaver around the corner</li><li>Three full store-fronts of knitting yarn. Actually, strike that. Arcadia just closed and I can't say I'm all that surprised because, come to think of it, there was not very much yarn in there for three store fronts and the ladies were mean. But since neither impacts their new business plan as an online store, I wish them all the best.</li><li>and, Garcia's</li></ul><div>So long, old pal. You may be seeing me anyway from time to time, if for no other reason than to secure a late night burrito the size of my head with extra avocado. mmm.</div></div><div><br /></div><div>--</div><div><br /></div><div>** You may not think this directly relates to the primary content of this blog, but fear not. Ravenswood is an inspired neighborhood of forward-thinking urbanites who cherish their neighborhood gardens, green home design, and post-industrial flair. It is a place where you can walk safely through alleys and find raspberries, pole beans and roses growing freely. It is the people of this great place that inspire me to grow things and make things and cook things and I will miss it. However, we are on to the next chapter of our lives, to a place where I don't have to keep my bikes in my bedroom or ask my land lady if I can put a compost bin in my yard.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fMCci5T8w2M/TOihxNxgkDI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QcKoOTTgfas/s320/IMG_0324.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541857208362373170" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div>Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01527966992518783970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5273081738535100579.post-82578354933297547172010-11-15T06:44:00.000-08:002010-11-15T07:08:06.864-08:00Pass the syrup<div style="text-align: left;">I get a hankering for pancakes about every other week. A peculiar pancake craving came over me yesterday morning and, alas, there was no syrup in the pantry. Channeling my inner Better Crocker I converted the logic of a simple syrup to brown sugar. I could not tell the difference, and in fact, I may save myself $7 for a 12 oz. bottle of maple syrup and make it this way all of the time...</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">Brown Sugar Pancake Syrup</span></div><div>1/2 cup of pressed brown sugar</div><div>1 tsp. cornstarch</div><div>1 cup hot water (not boiling)</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Directions:</span></div><div><ol><li>Pour hot water into a small sauce pan containing brown sugar and cornstarch. Set heat to medium-high and whisk until sugar dissolves. </li><li>Stir constantly until boiling.</li><li>Continue to boil for 1-2 minutes, stirring constantly</li><li>Pour into serving pitcher and enjoy hot or cooled.</li></ol><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fMCci5T8w2M/TOFLorl-AnI/AAAAAAAAAHI/EqWfrg7IDYo/s320/photo-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539792178911249010" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /></span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div>Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01527966992518783970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5273081738535100579.post-66816659426788105742010-10-27T19:53:00.000-07:002010-10-27T20:24:27.358-07:00WWLID: What would Laura Ingalls Do?<div style="text-align: left;">I'm still on a bit of a pioneer kick and as the wind whips against the window panes and the air turns colder, my thoughts are turning to winter, using up what precious fresh market produce I have left and making it last.</div><div><br /></div><div>While I won't have the burden of hiking through 6 feet of snow to shoot jack rabbits, I'd like to eat an apple in the middle of the winter and not pay $2.39 a pound for a mealy, squishy, overall bad apple. At times like this, I ask myself, "What would Laura Ingalls do?" How would Laura eat an apple in February without one of those big box stores that now roam the high prairie in greater numbers than jack rabbits?</div><div><br /></div><div>Thus, today was my first attempt at making dried fruit from scratch. No more mealy, squishy apples in winter; no more $4.00 for a bag of air and sulfur dioxide.</div><div><br /></div><div>Want to try too? It was super easy!</div><div>--</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Dried Fruit</span></div><div>Fruit of choice</div><div>1 lemon</div><div>12 cups water</div><div><br /></div><div>Directions:</div><div>1. Wash or peel fruit, then pit or core if applicable. Slice larger fruits into thin slices.</div><div><br /></div><div>2. Soak in lemon water for a few minutes while oven pre-heats at 90-150 deg-F</div><div><br /></div><div>3. Line a baking sheet with parchment and place in a single layer, not touching.</div><div><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fMCci5T8w2M/TMjsHRcrZ_I/AAAAAAAAAGk/sqV9of5MP4w/s320/apple+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532931751911581682" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /></div><div>4. Place trays in oven and wait several hours. Resist the urge to turn up the heat.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div>5. Let sit out over night (at least 12 hours) before packing away in air-tight containers</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fMCci5T8w2M/TMjsH2F5aJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/cpy18ZQpaqs/s320/apple+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532931761748142226" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div>Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01527966992518783970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5273081738535100579.post-80552332626659740152010-10-27T19:37:00.000-07:002010-10-27T20:32:32.717-07:00Lauren Warnecke, M.S., M.C.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fMCci5T8w2M/TMjldZ1-2rI/AAAAAAAAAGc/b7EKanhVIKk/s1600/mc.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fMCci5T8w2M/TMjldZ1-2rI/AAAAAAAAAGc/b7EKanhVIKk/s320/mc.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532924435540925106" /></a><br />You know you are in good company when a group full of middle aged women in applique vests, young eco-hipsters (like myself), and old men who rent greenhouses for the winter can share a potluck dinner while passing around gifts of worm poo while the mistress of ceremony tells stories about her lifelong passion for compost and childhood trips to the circus to pick up elephant manure.<div><br /></div><div>Last night I proudly and officially assumed the title of Master Composter. So far I think it's safe to say the I've used this title much more than the one for which I owe the US government an ungodly amount of cash.</div><div><br /></div><div>The MC program was something I did on a whim, but in hindsight it was exactly what I was looking for to engage a change of lifestyle, and perspective. I met new people who are doing incredible things to conserve our resources and reduce waste. Without this program, I wouldn't look at garbage and wonder if my worms can eat it; I wouldn't want to make things from scratch, or clean things with vinegar, or mend old clothes instead of buying new ones. </div><div><br /></div><div>Humbling, indeed</div><div><br /></div>Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01527966992518783970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5273081738535100579.post-57603322528530249842010-10-01T12:59:00.000-07:002010-10-01T15:05:54.768-07:00Living simple is complicatedAfter returning from a weekend trip away, the cupboard is bare. I always make a point before traveling of using up any fresh ingredients that might spoil while I'm away. But this was a rather whirlwind trip, and it didn't occur to me that (1) it wasn't really long enough for everything to spoil, and (2) there was no time before returning to work to go to the store and replenish the bounty.<br /><br />As a result, the past few days have been really-creative-meal wise. Determined to eat at home and not order food (having eaten in restaurants for the entire weekend), I was nearly brought to tears standing in the kitchen at 11:30pm on a Tuesday night mashing pinto beans by hand into refried beans (for which I have no salsa or chips) with a red sauce made from frozen tomatoes and a slightly past-peak summer squash on the stove, and a mystery casserole in the oven.<br /><br />Tears of joy, or tears of pain?<br />Yes.<br /><br />It feels pretty good to take a pantry of nothing and freezer of next to nothing and make four full days of food out of it. It is envigorating to make things from scratch; if I have one goal in life it's to make as many things from scratch as possible. And, I feel as though I could definitely survive an atomic bomb or the apocalypse given my uncanny ability to create a variety of meals from dried beans, rice, chicken, frozen tomatoes and slightly off squash. <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fMCci5T8w2M/TKZbFnHmx4I/AAAAAAAAAGU/T9YSfaWD_fY/s1600/web.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 238px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523202144974849922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fMCci5T8w2M/TKZbFnHmx4I/AAAAAAAAAGU/T9YSfaWD_fY/s320/web.jpg" /></a><br /><br />On the other hand, no one should be mashing beans after 9pm on a school night.<br /><br />When people lived in a time where everything was made from scratch they had the whole day to mash beans, churn butter, bake bread, whatever. I, on the other hand, am required to spend eight hours of the day with my butt in a chair and have few precious moments between, say, 8 and 11pm to try and "live simply". I'm not saying I work harder; butt-in-chair is not hard, it's just extremely time consuming.<br /><br />So what, then, is the point? Why do I do this to myself when I could, with a lot less effort and a roughly equal amount of money, eat a TV dinner every night? It almost feels like in this day and age, living "simply" is less simple than living a technological, busy-body, microwaved life. Why does everyone say "I'm so busy," or "I don't have any time" when we spend SO much time sitting on our butts?Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01527966992518783970noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5273081738535100579.post-65450117271848063222010-09-05T21:28:00.000-07:002010-09-05T22:08:59.798-07:00Say Pickles!<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fMCci5T8w2M/TIR2r2Gea9I/AAAAAAAAAFk/IpV5nDmEo8Q/s1600/IMG_0456.jpg"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fMCci5T8w2M/TIR2rQrsCDI/AAAAAAAAAFc/gUtYs7vbt9A/s1600/IMG_0453.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fMCci5T8w2M/TIR2rQrsCDI/AAAAAAAAAFc/gUtYs7vbt9A/s320/IMG_0453.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513662329392990258" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">'Tis pickling season! You know it's come when you see mass quantities of Ball jars on sale everywhere. How fortunate are those who have such an overabundance of home-grown vegetables that the only way to deal with them is to pickle and can them? With fresh inspiration from the edu-tent at the <a href="http://www.glenwoodsundaymarket.org/">Glenwood Sunday Market</a>, and the fortuitous acquisition of a bounty of cucumbers (from a location which I wish not to disclose at this juncture...), I shall pickle.</div><div><br /></div><div>After making a seriously good batch of refrigerator pickles (bread and butter, of course), I'm left with a sinking feeling. Do I put them in a hot water bath until the jar lids make that popping sound? Do I simply put on the lid and store in the fridge? Dear me, I can't remember! I choose hot water bath. However, after noticing a slight sediment that has formed in my pickle jars, and confirmation from GSM's pickling expert Toni that they needn't be hot water bathed, I have serious regrets. I hope that six months from now, when I crack open that jar in the middle of a Chicago blizzard, that that my dear pickles that tasted so yummy this morning don't disappoint.... or give me a case of botchulism.</div><div><br /></div><div>Want to try it yourself?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Easy Refrigerator Bread and Butter Pickles</span> (courtesy of grouprecipes.com)</div><div>8 small pickling cucumbers, washed (not peeled), and very thinly sliced</div><div>1 medium onion, halved and thinly sliced</div><div>1 cup apple cider vinegar</div><div>3/4 cup sugar</div><div>4-1/2 tsp kosher salt</div><div>2 tsp mustard seeds</div><div>1/2 tsp dry mustard</div><div>1/2 tsp turmeric</div><div>1/2 tsp crushed dry red pepper flakes</div><div>1/2 celery seed (in my case, optional)</div><div><br /></div><div>Directions:</div><div>1-Combine all ingredients in a soup pot and heat to boiling, stirring occasionally</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fMCci5T8w2M/TIR16XZqhUI/AAAAAAAAAFU/oCNwkFc10kw/s320/IMG_0454.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513661489382851906" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div>2-Boil one minute, stirring frequently</div><div><br /></div><div>3-Pour mixture into a large bowl, cool to room temperature</div><div><br /></div><div>4-Cover and chill overnight before serving</div><div><br /></div><div>5-Spoon into jars with tight fitting lids and refrigerate for up to four weeks.... (jury is still out whether or not you can use hot water bath to extend shelf life and seal jars. I'll let y'all know when I crack them open in a couple months).</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fMCci5T8w2M/TIR2r2Gea9I/AAAAAAAAAFk/IpV5nDmEo8Q/s320/IMG_0456.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513662339437456338" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01527966992518783970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5273081738535100579.post-35331323069147736592010-07-30T08:34:00.000-07:002010-07-30T08:48:11.836-07:00Ode to the Vending Machine<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.self.com/images/fooddiet/2009/06/vending-machine-foar296.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 318px;" src="http://www.self.com/images/fooddiet/2009/06/vending-machine-foar296.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Dear vending machine,<br /><br />I think it's time that we called it quits. It's not you; it's me. We just aren't meant for one another. I thought maybe we could just be friends, but really, I think it's best if we make it a clean break. Please do not call or write. I'm not good for you, and clearly you are not good for me. I'd prefer it if you left the building entirely, but it seems as though we are going to have to learn to work together as professionals and not as partners. I hope that this doesn't cause you as much pain as it causes me.<br /><br />Kind regards,<br />LaurenLaurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01527966992518783970noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5273081738535100579.post-36925758002625456952010-07-18T20:42:00.001-07:002010-07-18T20:54:28.509-07:00I am master of my yarn<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>I've been knitting since I was about 8. I'm a combination of mom-taught and self-taught, and to date haven't completed anything that wasn't square or rectangular (i.e. scarves, blankets, and shawls). My tension is impeccable (I flatter myself). I am resigned that I'm meant to be a knitter of quality, but not variety. Make that WAS resigned. Because I can now confidently count this--let's face it--adorable baby sweater among my knitting inventory:<div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fMCci5T8w2M/TEPK9jOQmHI/AAAAAAAAAFE/j6qIN_osmy8/s320/IMG_0394.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495459129098016882" /></div><div>20+ years of fearing increases and yarn overs and bobbles and all for naught-because this wasn't that bad. You Tube is a beautiful thing. Want to try this yourself? Props to Arcadia Knitting for providing me with a relatively <a href="http://www.arcadiaknitting.com/probaby.html">simple pattern</a>. I may just have to crank out five more of these guys for the craft fair this year.....</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01527966992518783970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5273081738535100579.post-71904299202902656512010-07-07T09:33:00.000-07:002010-07-07T11:56:32.535-07:00Churning day is highly overrated<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fMCci5T8w2M/TDSzGixTY_I/AAAAAAAAAE8/M63zvSLMb6w/s1600/Picture+002.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fMCci5T8w2M/TDSzGixTY_I/AAAAAAAAAE8/M63zvSLMb6w/s320/Picture+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491210770665661426" border="0" /></a><br />I have a serious desire to milk a cow. With no room for a cow pasture in my yard (and the likelihood of serious backfire from my landlady), I'm at the disposal of the back wall of my local grocery store. However, with fresh inspiration from the Learn and Grow tent at the <a href="http://www.glenwoodsundaymarket.org/marketforall.htm">Glenwood Sunday Market</a> in tow, I figured if I can't milk a cow I can at least enjoy the old fashioned joys of making my own supplementary dairy products: butter, yogurt and cheese.<br /><br />Operation: butter<br />Status: fail<br /><br />Either Laura Ingalls was extremely patient AND buff, or I did something wrong. I was meticulous in my choice of half and half (pasteurized, not ultra pasteurized), waited until the cream reached 72 degrees, poured into a mason jar and shook. and shook. And got tired and put it in the kitchen aid mixer. Fifteen minutes later and a seriously hot motor on my mixer and although little butter chunklets did form I simply can't imagine that 1-1/2 cups of cream only yields a teaspoon of butter. I am defeated. But not discouraged! I shall live to churn another day.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fMCci5T8w2M/TDSyrxV2IDI/AAAAAAAAAE0/gVv097drE4c/s1600/Picture+003.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fMCci5T8w2M/TDSyrxV2IDI/AAAAAAAAAE0/gVv097drE4c/s320/Picture+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491210310720561202" border="0" /></a>Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01527966992518783970noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5273081738535100579.post-62957420800992348652010-06-24T11:59:00.000-07:002010-06-24T12:42:45.224-07:00Three days sans cell phoneI am not one to follow technological trends, but I love my iphone. I love even more that I was eligible for an upgrade at the same time that the brand new super fancy iphone is due to come out. So I sold my phone on ebay, bought the fancy new phone, and turned a healthy profit. How tech saavy I am! Well, with some help from my partner/personal IT consultant.<br /><br />Said transaction worked out in such a way that I was without a cell phone for three and a half days. So many times we say to ourselves, "gosh, what did we ever do before cell phones?" Honestly, I think we did just fine. Throughout the course of the day, I'm usually within fifteen feet of a land line and/or sitting in front of a computer with internet access. I found the change to be, I dare say, refreshing.<br /><br />This morning, we arrived at a retail store-who-will-remain-unnamed to pick up our "pre-reserved" new phones, and, SIX HOURS LATER, walked out with our new fancy appendages. Oh my, it is so pretty and shiny and fancy.<br /><br />Worth the wait? Not a chance.<br />Willing to live without an iphone? Absolutely not.<br /><br />OK... I know that I'm an all country bumpkin, back to basics, make my own syrup and cleaning supplies type of girl, but seriously-this phone is awesome. <br /><br />Perhaps if I was living in a place where the pace of life was slower and my personal safety wasn't at risk on a regular basis then I would be willing to reconsider this position. In the meantime, I'm sold 100% on this little gadget and where's a techie out there who can write code for the "One Crafty Lady" Ap??Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01527966992518783970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5273081738535100579.post-38137456040302343682010-06-23T10:49:00.000-07:002010-06-23T11:25:00.850-07:00Self-indulgent? Absolutely!I just love a brand-spankin'-new blog! The picking out of the template, the pondering over a good title, and the anticipation of whether or not your domain name will get to match your title or if you'll have to pick some ridiculous combination of numbers and characters. It's all so exciting!<br /><br />I was previously blogging back and forth between my <a href="http://erinlockley.blogspot.com">best friend</a>, who is embarking on an exciting journey to Niger with the Peace Corps in a week. We would talk about day-to-day happenings and our ever present desires to be fit people. Given the magnitude of what she's about to do, and the personal growth she will no doubt experience, I can hardly ask her to keep me updated with her running schedule and fitness goals....<br /><br />But what I loved about that process was that I got to be totally open, but at the same time I was able to maintain my smarty-pants writing style that usually only appears when I'm aware that other people are reading. And thus, I've released said best friend from her obligation to blog with me and will too embark on my own journey (with the luxury of flush toilets and paved roads).<br /><br />My general position on blogging is that it's awesome, most of the time. What irritates me about a lot of blogs is that they are either too personal (i.e. public therapy session) or too mundane to be interesting. It's the same as, say, a facebook status. You have those people who reveal everything and expect you to comfort them:<br /> " I just want to cry right now because my boyfriend left me when he found out that <br /> I'm pregnant and it's not his...."<br /><br />And then there are those people who say things that aren't interesting and think that you care:<br /> " I already fed Johnny and did three loads of laundry and it's only 9:00am!"<br /><br />So I'm left with mixed feelings. I want to be one of those blogs that is genuinely interesting for friends and strangers alike. While it might be self-indulgent and conceited of me to think that anyone cares about the things I care about or the things I will write here.... well--why the hell not?<br /><br />The only thing left to divulge on my shiny new blog is:<br />What's my schtick?<br /><br />I don't intend to simply provide you with a public journal, but to give you a tiny piece of one aspect of my life that I'd like to share. Namely, that I am a country girl that has never lived in the country. I have a fierce desire to lead a holistic, sustainable lifestyle, and I believe that it is the key to good health and happiness. Just one crafty lady trying to keep it simple in the middle of the concrete jungle.Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01527966992518783970noreply@blogger.com1