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Dec. 3rd, 2003 06:44 amLife gave me eggplant, so I made moussaka. Enough for at least two meals, with avgolemono pilaf. I still feel like I'm foundered on butter--I went ahead and included bechamel--but it was tasty.
Hooray for Oasis! It seems to be the best source of reasonably priced, local produce. This is a bit late in the season for the embarrassment of eggplant to have been grown locally, but they did have nice turnips and beets, along with assorted greens. Wade's occasionally has decent local turnips, but most of the ones available in stores are horribly overpriced, wizened things.
Yes, I am even capable of becoming mildly excited about turnips and turnip greens.
Going shopping with my mother can be interesting, to say the least. She talks to everyone--I wish I were a third so outgoing. On this last trip to Oasis, after the obligatory joking with the lady who owns the place, it took very little encouragement for her to get into a ten-minute conversation with the man checking her out and the four people in line behind her. (They didn't seem to mind this.) The man was curious about her repeatedly buying big bags of dried mint (oops--didn't get much harvested this past summer), since most of the people he'd noticed buying it were Laotian or Indian. Topics ranged from his idea that mint really might grow on trees--at least bushes--all the way to Three Gorges. This was not an unusual happening. :)
Something interesting (to me, at least) did come up during the group conversation. What Mom was told as a child was partially confirmed: a Lakota guy in line behind her said he had heard a number of other local people refer to themselves as Yuléli. (Half-baked Mingo-plus-'L' spelling, in an attempt to avoid clunky English phonetic transcription.) Finding out what, if anything, that might mean in Tutelo or a related Siouxan language would be interesting for multiple sorts of context. (As an aside prompted by the last link, migration theories assume previous migration, sometimes for no apparent reason.) It seems like context is one of those things people are driven to find.
Hooray for Oasis! It seems to be the best source of reasonably priced, local produce. This is a bit late in the season for the embarrassment of eggplant to have been grown locally, but they did have nice turnips and beets, along with assorted greens. Wade's occasionally has decent local turnips, but most of the ones available in stores are horribly overpriced, wizened things.
Yes, I am even capable of becoming mildly excited about turnips and turnip greens.
Going shopping with my mother can be interesting, to say the least. She talks to everyone--I wish I were a third so outgoing. On this last trip to Oasis, after the obligatory joking with the lady who owns the place, it took very little encouragement for her to get into a ten-minute conversation with the man checking her out and the four people in line behind her. (They didn't seem to mind this.) The man was curious about her repeatedly buying big bags of dried mint (oops--didn't get much harvested this past summer), since most of the people he'd noticed buying it were Laotian or Indian. Topics ranged from his idea that mint really might grow on trees--at least bushes--all the way to Three Gorges. This was not an unusual happening. :)
Something interesting (to me, at least) did come up during the group conversation. What Mom was told as a child was partially confirmed: a Lakota guy in line behind her said he had heard a number of other local people refer to themselves as Yuléli. (Half-baked Mingo-plus-'L' spelling, in an attempt to avoid clunky English phonetic transcription.) Finding out what, if anything, that might mean in Tutelo or a related Siouxan language would be interesting for multiple sorts of context. (As an aside prompted by the last link, migration theories assume previous migration, sometimes for no apparent reason.) It seems like context is one of those things people are driven to find.