Another snowfall photo

Every snowfall is an excuse to shoot photos of the house. This photo is from the 10 or more inches of snow that fell on January 7.

The landscaping of the abbey is still a work in progress. There are 13 of the arbor vitae trees, most of which are about a third to half grown. The arbor vitae trees were a great choice, because they provide a lot of shelter for the birds. We finally found an old-fashioned mimosa tree. We’re thinking of starting some holly hedges. Ken is planning to start some walnut trees the old-fashioned way — by planting walnuts. We’re also thinking about a pecan tree.

Last year was a terrible growing year. Rainfall was a bit below normal — 40.5 inches for the year. The rain we had fell at the wrong times to optimize growth, and young trees were water-stressed for much of the year. Here’s hoping that the 2017 growing year is an improvement.

Luckily there are no power lines on abbey property. Power lines would subject our trees to the brutal trimming that rural electric companies do. The feed line to the house is buried. If you’re ever buying property, that’s something to keep in mind. You don’t want utility rights-of-way across your property.

Cooking from the bottom of the kitchen

One of my sayings is that I can always squeeze one more meal out of an empty kitchen. Today is a squeeze day.

It’s Tuesday morning. Starting Friday evening, snow started falling. By Saturday morning, it looked like a blizzard, with 10 to 12 inches of snow on the ground. That night, the low temperature was about 8 degrees F. On Sunday night, the low was about 5 degrees F. The kitchen was prepared for being snowed in, though fresh food was started to run low. I had not been to Whole Foods in more than two weeks. Nor am I going to Whole Foods today. The Smart car is still very much snowed in and is not going anywhere for a while. Even though the Jeep would get out perfectly well, I’d rather cook from the bottom of the kitchen than clean the snow off the Jeep and drive it on salty roads.

I call this “cooking from the bottom of the kitchen.” In the refrigerator, there are eggs, milk, plenty of wine and ale, lots of butter, and all sorts of sauces and such. In the cabinets, there is no shortage of flour or oil or things that come in cans. It’s fresh food that is always the problem. I just took an inventory. I have half an onion, a lot of celery, and a winter squash. There are lots of sweet potatoes (I had bought a bushel of sweet potatoes a few weeks ago). We are nowhere close to starving. But the objective, of course, is not to avoid starving but to make something good out of a kitchen in which supplies are dwindling. Cooking from the bottom of the kitchen is a good exercise in frugality. It gets you to use up things you’ve been ignoring but that need to be used. The beets that I had been ignoring got eaten last night.

So then, for supper I’m thinking butternut squash soup (with lots of celery), a whole wheat flatbread, and tuna salad (with lots of celery).

After supper, I’ll clean the refrigerator to get it ready to be filled up again. And tomorrow I’ll go grocery shopping.

Simple Saturdays (and other days, too)

Ken and I had said that we would pull up the drawbridge this winter and limit our exposure to the outside world, partly for our mental health and partly to get more literary labor done. Neither of us was very successful.

As the next step, we’re experimenting with “Simple Saturdays.” On Simple Saturdays, the Internet will be turned off. Though we decided that there was no particular reason to punish ourselves with excessive austerity, nevertheless it seemed like a good chance to practice being less dependent on things like electricity. I have take not taken any vow not to use the stove or ovens on Simple Saturdays. But I do enjoy cooking over fire, and I would like to do more of it.

We installed a grill out back of the type you find beside picnic tables in national parks. Ken chopped a bunch of wood for it. We used it for the first time tonight. That’s salmon cakes in the skillet. They were good!

Ken says I probably will get the delirium tremens when I try to go without news on Saturday.

Another bright spot in North Carolina


Michael Morgan at our county convention last April

Michael R. Morgan, a Democrat, was sworn in today as associate justice of the North Carolina Supreme Court. In the November election, Morgan ousted a Republican incumbent on the court, which means that Democrats now have a 4-3 majority on the state supreme court. After the November election, North Carolina now has a Democratic governor and a Democratic state attorney general as well. Right-wing Republicans still hold a “super majority” in the state legislature, but Democrats are now in an unexpectedly strong position to resist the right-wing ruin of the once progressive Southern state of North Carolina.

Morgan’s election was amusing, really. The election for the state supreme court is non-partisan, so there is no (R) or (D) party indicator beside the candidates’ names. Racist Republicans simply failed to get the word out that Morgan is both black and a Democrat. But we Democrats got the word out.

Courts have stepped in again and again to block the radical and unconstitutional actions of North Carolina’s radical legislature. The only reason Republicans can hold a super majority in the legislature is because of shameless (and racist) gerrymandering of the legislative districts. A court has ordered redistricting and a new election this year. That ruling has been challenged, but Democrats are preparing for the election and salivating at the opportunity to throw still more of the right-wing radicals out of office.

One bright spot in the political gloom

Another small reward for my political work here in the sticks was an invitation to the inauguration of Roy Cooper, the new governor of North Carolina.

Those of you outside the U.S. may not know that, one bright spot during the catastrophic November election was that North Carolina voters, by a narrow margin, threw out the Republican governor and elected a Democrat.

For six years now, North Carolina has been afflicted with a radical right-wing legislature. Clearly the people of North Carolina had become sick of right-wing overreach, and they took it out on Pat McCrory, who served only one term. I think it would be a reasonably safe prediction that American voters will become similarly sick of right-wing overreach at the national level and that the Republican Party will lose the U.S. Senate if not the House of Representatives in the 2018 election. As for Donald Trump, it’s impossible to imagine him getting a second term. In fact, impeachment seems much more likely.

Woods


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As much as I’d like at times to live in a real wilderness, I can’t. The abbey is in driving distance of a Whole Foods, after all. But I do love the woods.

It’s strange, but when you want to look through the woods, winter is the time to do it. Looking through woods in winter is like looking through clear water.

On the other hand, if you want to look down on the woods, that’s best done in summer, when the trees are green. Previous satellite photos I’ve seen of the abbey have been taken in winter, but today on Google Earth I noticed that the satellite photo was taken in high summer. Trees! The abbey is in the clearing at the top center.


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Winter pesto with foraged chickweed

I finally remembered to use some of the chickweed that is growing so abundantly in the backyard and orchard right now. Mixed about half and half with fresh cilantro, it made a fine pesto as a dressing for avocado. The chickens love the chickweed, by the way, and we get the benefit of the chickweed indirectly in egg yolks that are as golden as springtime eggs, but in December.

The rest of this breakfast was organic yellow grits, bought in bulk at Whole Foods and drenched with garlic butter, and an abbey-laid egg fried in garlic butter.

The cookie is from a New York Times recipe, Tahini Shortbread Cookies. I substituted stone-ground whole wheat flour for most of the flour, and I substituted walnut oil for part of the butter. Next time I think I’ll add a little almond extract and some chopped pecans. The cookies have a delicate sandy texture and are great with tea.

K&W Cafeteria revisited

I know I’ve written about K&W Cafeterias before, but I had not been to one in almost a year. The nearest K&W (on Hanes Mill Road in Winston-Salem) recently reopened after being closed for several months for renovation.

Yes, I have a fascination with cafeterias, diners, and white-tablecloth bistros. In the category of cafeterias, K&W is as good as it gets. I used to have a Welsh friend who lived in London (he is now deceased) who loved to eat at K&W Cafeterias when he was in the U.S. It’s a pity, he used to say, that there isn’t one in London, because it would do huge business. K&W Cafeterias have changed very little since the 1930s, and that’s an important reason they stay in business. Pretty much everything is made from scratch, and the menu changes considerably from day to day.

They changed their china when they renovated. The segmented diner plate, alas, was plastic. But everything else was good vitreous china made in the U.K. Notice that the iced tea was the most expensive item on my ticket. Refills are free, and people drink a lot of that stuff.

Their corporate office is in Winston-Salem, but here’s a list of their locations.

Tribe

Tribe: On Homecoming and Belonging, by Sebastian Junger, Twelve/Hachette, 2016, 170 pages.


“As modern society reduced the role of community,” writes Sebastian Junger, “it simultaneously elevated the role of authority. The two are uneasy companions, and as one goes up, the other tends to go down.” Anthropologists have found, Junger writes, that in tribal societies there is little tolerance for major wealth disparities or for arbitrary authority. If some male tries to dominate, boss, and denigrate others, then a group of males will get together and take him down, killing him if necessary.

There is a huge irony in this, given the recent American election. Please note that Junger, in this book, does not talk much about contemporary politics, and of course the book was written before the election. But one of the worst social problems in the United States today, along with racism and disinformation, is economic inequality. The electorate’s response to this, totally in denial (thanks to disinformation and racism) about the black president who put the economy back together after white authoritarian males ransacked the economy eight years ago, was to vote for a domineering, bossy, white (OK, orange) billionaire with the emotional maturity of a nine-year-old who constantly denigrates others. What in the world is wrong with a society that would do that? The answer, I would say, is authoritarianism operating inside its bubble of delusion.

What would a tribe be, if we still had them? Your tribe, says Junger, are the people with whom you would share food and depend on for survival if all hell broke loose.

Authoritarian personalities, for some reason, read everything differently from people like me. It takes a village, I would say. No, say the authoritarians, what it takes are walls, lots of guns, scapegoats, a vindictive god who hates the same people we hate, and a big boss who speaks his mind and talks good shit that we can understand.

Junger points out (for example) that about 3 percent of people on unemployment assistance cheat the system, which costs the U.S. about $2 billion a year. Fraud in welfare and other entitlements, he says, adds about $1.5 billion to the annual losses. “Such abuse would be immediately punished in tribal society,” Junger writes.

However, Medicare and Medicaid fraud — fraud committed by hospitals, insurance companies, care providers, etc. — costs at least $100 billion a year, but nobody really knows the full cost. Fraud in the insurance industry, he says, is calculated at $100 to $300 billion a year. Fraud by defense contractors is estimated at about $100 billion a year. Total costs for the 2008 recession (brought to us by white authoritarian males) have been estimated to be as high as $14 trillion.

And yet we have a political culture that remains focused on petty fraud by the poor rather than the outrageous larceny of the rich and powerful. Then the victims of this larceny, who understand that they’re being had but can’t figure out by whom, elect a billionaire for president, who immediately begins to install the princes of larceny in his government while vowing to make life harder still for the poor.

If the two basic ingredients of dynamite are nitrogen and some kind of oil or fat, then the basic ingredients of fascism are authoritarianism and propaganda, lit by the fuse of racism, scapegoating and a religion for white Americans invented in hell.

This is not a proper review of Junger’s Tribe, because I have focused on a single element of this book that just happens to speak directly to our current political situation and that stokes my anger. But this short book belongs on everyone’s required reading list for 2016.


Update: From the Washington Post today, here’s a story that underscores Junger’s point and that illustrates the appalling vileness of Republicans: Fox News wonders whether we should cancel food stamps because 0.09% of spending is fraudulent