Just a Minute

The first thing to do that afternoon was decide which bus to take – there were five or six bus lines leaving Sucre bound for Santa Cruz that night, all between 5 or 6pm, all of their offices lined up in a row inside the terminal. How to choose? Dina and I had been on the road for months, yet this was the first time we’d felt stumped by all the choices. Did we pick the first bus to depart, or the first scheduled to arrive? Did we pick the cheapest ticket, or the relative luxury of the highest fare? We wandered back and forth along the line, then went out to the bays outside and looked at the buses. Finally we chose one; not the finest nor the most decrepit, not the first to leave nor the last.
By now we had a routine for long bus rides. We’d stow our big packs below in the luggage hold, boarding the bus with our overnight necessities: day packs, blankets, grocery sack of snacks and water. Finding our seats, we’d settle in, arrange our belongings around us and then look around to get the lay of the land. It felt important to see who was in charge. There was always a driver, sometimes a co-driver, and at least one ayudante – an assistant who handled everything from checking luggage to taking tickets, to acting as the driver’s spokesman. Sometimes the ayudante was an actual bus line employee, oftentimes he seemed to be a relative of the driver, his brother, son or cousin. On this trip we had a driver, co-driver, and two ayudantes – young boys, the older one no more than fourteen.
We pulled out of the terminal right on time, leaving the colonial center of town behind in just a couple of blocks. A few miles outside of town, the bus slowed and lumbered off the pavement onto the rutted dirt road we would follow all night as we descended from the Andes to the sweaty grasslands at the heart of the continent. Suddenly alongside the road there were dogs, first only one or two but soon a dozen or more. The drivers and ayudantes, along with a number of passengers, began to toss food out of the windows to them – the end of a sandwich, a few cookies, a roll. I could see food coming out of the window of the bus in front of us as well as we rounded a gentle bend. A moment more and the dogs were behind us. “What was that?” I asked the younger boy. “We feed the dogs for good luck – so our trip is safe” he replied as he passed by on his way toward the back of the bus.
After a few hours of switchbacks down the mountainside in the dark, we crossed over a bridge and began to follow a river through the valley. Presently we stopped at a roadside diner, a type of truck stop where we encountered the few buses that left Sucre before ours that evening. It was our dinner break – fifteen minutes of questionable food and a grim bathroom. By the time we boarded the bus and headed out again, the later buses were pulling in to take our place at the diner.
We rattled over the road for a few miles more and then the driver turned the bus to the left and crept down the river bank to the dry bed below. Surprisingly, the sandy bottom was smoother than the road and we picked up speed. The landscape appeared silvery out the window, illuminated by an enormous full moon hanging heavy in the sky. We slept; awoke when the bus climbed the bank out of the riverbed; slept again. We awoke with a start to a loud clunk and the bus shuddering to a stop at the side of the road. The drivers and ayudantes jumped off while the rest of us looked around – we were in the middle of nowhere. Rocky desert stretched out on both sides of the bus, while the dark suggestion of mountains rose in the distance. After a few minutes the driver climbed back onto the bus to grab something. From behind us a voice called “cuanto rato mas?” – how much longer? The reply: “un ratito, no mas” – just a minute more. With that, every other passenger on the bus got off, and I knew that “just a minute” would be anything but.
The moon was higher in the sky now, so bright I was able to read by it. The drivers got the bus jacked up in front and started banging away underneath. The passengers arranged themselves around the bus and up the hillside; some stood around watching the repairs, others sat on the ground or paced and smoked. I found a rock away from the action and sat down to take it all in – the sky, the desert, the night air and the feeling that I was a million miles away from anything familiar but oddly that I was exactly where I needed to be.
After awhile they sent one of the young ayudantes up a nearby footpath that led to a village, and he returned with a large pole and a number of the villagers in tow. They stood silently at a distance and just watched the scene. The drivers stuck the pole against some part of the undercarriage of the bus, and then set the boys on the other end with their feet dangling in the air, bouncing up and down while the driver pounded away underneath again. Suddenly, crack! The pole split, the boys tumbled to the ground, and after getting up and dusting themselves off, they trotted back up the path to the village and were back a few minutes later with another pole. The whole routine was repeated again, but this time the pole held and the repair was completed. I didn’t have a lot of hope that it would hold out the next 6 hours to Santa Cruz, but we didn’t have any other choice in the matter. As we sat by the side of the road with our broken down bus, every other Santa Cruz bound bus passed us in the desert night. A few stopped to say a few words, but none offered to pick up passengers, and we never asked.

After more than an hour, the bus was dropped off its jack, the driver gave a wave of his hand, and we all filed back onto the bus. I slept fitfully the rest of the night, and awoke in the morning on the outskirts of Santa Cruz, to a changed landscape of Lapacho trees, palms and parrots. I never have decided if feeding the dogs was just a useless superstition, since the bus did break down; or if by feeding them we got the good luck we needed to make it to our destination.

Accent Pillow

Today I made a second accent pillow for our bedroom. My mom gave me the pillowcase sometime last year; today I put a filler pillow in and hand stitched the pillowcase closed.

 

A Pretty Pink Purse

My daughter asked me to make her a purse from the pattern I used last month for Christmas gifts. I found the bag pattern via Pinterest from the blog Very Purple Person and I love it, its so simple and versatile. Its reversible, so Viv picked out two fabrics from my stash – she chose a pink sheet with butterflies, and a vintage curtain with flowers. We worked on this project together, she did some of everything but she got bored about halfway through so I finished it alone.

Decorative Pillow Using Paella Rice Bags

I have a long term project for this year (or hopefully just this winter/spring) to redo our master bedroom so that it doesn’t look quite so much like a college apartment. I’ve been contemplating the look I’m after for quite awhile now, but the physical transformation has been on the back burner. The color scheme will be mainly greys, white and black. This is one of the small projects for the bedroom – a decorative pillow for the bed. Spain is near and dear to us, so this decorative pillow is a little tongue in cheek reference to that beautiful country:

decorative pillow paella rice bags

I used paella rice bags to embellish the front of the pillow (the back of the pillow has the paella recipe off the back of the rice bag as well) and used a blanket stitch on the edges of the pillow to echo the stitched detailing of the bags. The cover fabric is leftover yardage from our living room curtains, and the pillow inside is re-purposed from a throw pillow we’d stopped using when we got rid of our couch. I generally have no trouble finding Matiz Paella Rice – look in the rice aisle of any moderately well-stocked grocery.

Here’s a detail of the rice bag:

decorative pillow paella rice bag
Stay tuned for more of these small projects in the coming weeks – my plan is to get all the components ready before we empty the room to paint it, so that when we put the furniture back we can add all the accessories at once.

Chorizo Hash a Caballo

I’ve had a packet of Spanish chorizo sitting in the fridge for a few days that didn’t end up in our New Year’s Eve paella, and I’ve been contemplating how to use it. Today I had an inspiration, the best kind where I ended up using a few other ingredients that were also on the clock to whip up this chorizo hash.

chorizo hash a caballo - with fried egg
 I cooked the chorizo (it was from Uli’s Famous Sausage – an uncured chorizo), then took it out of the dutch oven and added diced onions, Yukon gold potatoes, and spinach. I added the sliced sausage back into the pot to finish it off, then dished it up and served it “a caballo” (topped with a fried egg). It was delicious! The kiddos ate it too – I wasn’t sure they would even taste it when my daughter said “it looks like poop!” (thanks for that, jeez!) but they did and liked it. Here’s the recipe:


Chorizo Hash
serves 4

Ingredients

  • 6 Yukon gold potatoes
  • 4 chorizo sausage links
  • 1 tablespoon olive oil
  • 1 medium yellow onion
  • 12 oz spinach
  • 1/2 cup beef stock (or water)
  • 4 eggs
  • salt
  • black pepper
  • butter (for frying eggs)

Directions

  1. Cook the potatoes in boiling water for about 10 minutes, until they are starting to soften but are not mushy. Remove them from the water, let them cool until you are able to handle them, peel them and chop them into rough cubes.
  2. In a dutch oven, heat the olive oil over medium-high heat, then add the sausages and a few tablespoons of water. Cover the pot and cook, turning the sausages occasionally and adding water if needed, until the chorizo is browned and cooked through. Remove the chorizo from the pan and slice it into 1/2 inch slices.
  3. Add the diced onion to the pan, stirring occasionally until the onion is softened and brown. Turn the heat down to medium and add the beef stock (or water) to the pan and mix to incorporate the browned bits from the bottom.
  4. Add the potatoes to the pan, then dump the washed spinach on top and put the cover on. Let the spinach cook down for a few minutes, then take the cover off, stir it up, and add the chorizo back to the hash. Let everything cook together for a few more minutes while you get plates ready.
  5. Fry an egg for each serving – put some chorizo hash on each plate and when the eggs are ready, add an egg to the top of the hash. Serve at once! Its not quite as good cold.

A Cosy for my Kindle: Making a DIY Kindle Cover from Fabric Scraps

I got a Kindle for Christmas this year, which was very exciting. I’ve got it loaded up with some books, downloaded a few from the local library, and I’ve even already finished one. Its been so fun to use, and I like to keep it handy in case I have a few minutes to read, so its been sitting out on the end table, the counter, or my nightstand. With two little kids in the house, however, that screen was starting to look mighty unprotected. Then today I wanted to toss it into my bag to take with me, and I realized that was a scratch or 30 waiting to happen – thus, the idea for the Kindle cosy!

 Its got a pocket for the Kindle to slide into, with a front cover that folds over and is secured with a button. I used scrap fabric from two of my Christmas projects, and strengthened both the front and back covers with cardboard to give it more support and protection. I can already see where I could make some adjustments, but I’m happy with it, especially considering I did it working without a pattern. Maybe I’ll need a few more of these – I could match the cover to the genre of the book I’m currently reading!

Northwest Stew with Dried Cherries

Today was the last day of a long winter vacation, spent taking down the Christmas decorations and organizing the garage (our party staging area / clutter stash-it spot for the past two months). I wanted to take advantage of some uninterrupted time in the house to cook something before the rush of the week started up, and I’d had this Northwest Stew with Dried Cherries on my mind since I saw it mentioned on a blog as I searched for another recipe. It’s from one of my favorite, most-used cookbooks: “Simply Classic” from the Junior League of Seattle. Every recipe I’ve made from this book has been a hit, and this one turned out to be no exception. Everyone of us loved it, even the four and two-year olds ate it right up which means it really was a success! I served the stew with mashed potatoes, which went together lovely.

I did make a few changes to the recipe, mainly by including cranberries as well as cherries, cooking the stew completely on the stovetop instead of finishing in the oven, using olive oil instead of vegetable oil, and omitting the sugar. I’m glad I left the sugar out; it was quite sweet with just the dried fruit (I wasn’t able to find dried cherries or cranberries without added sugar).

Northwest Stew with Dried Cherries
Adapted from the book “Simply Classic” by the Junior League of Seattle

Ingredients
2 1/2 pounds beef chuck, boneless
3 tablespoons flour
1 1/4 teaspoons salt
1/2 teaspoon allspice
1/2 teaspoon cinnamon
1/2 teaspoon black pepper
4 tablespoons olive oil
3 cups yellow onion, thinly sliced
6 oz dried tart cherries
6 oz dried cranberries (craisins)
2 tablespoons red wine vinegar
2 tablespoons water
1 cup dry red wine
1 cup beef stock
1/2 pound crimini mushrooms, quartered

Directions

  1. Cut beef into 1-inch cubes. Combine the flour, salt, allspice, cinnamon and black pepper in a plastic zip top bag. Add beef cubes to the bag and shake to coat evenly. Heat 1 tablespoon oil in a large dutch oven over medium-high heat. Add 1/3 of the beef cubes and brown evenly, stirring frequently for about 5 minutes. Transfer meat to a medium bowl, and repeat with the next two batches of meat, adding a tablespoon of oil before each batch.
  2. Reduce the heat to medium. Add the remaining tablespoon of olive oil to the pot, then add the onions, cherries and cranberries. Cook until the onions are soft and starting to brown, stirring occasionally, about 10 minutes. Then add the vinegar and water and stir to scrape up and incorporate all of the brown bits from the bottom of the pot. Increase the heat to  medium-high and cook until the onions are brown, about 5 minutes more.
  3. Add the beef cubes and any accumulated juices back into the pot, along with the wine, stock and mushrooms. Cover and simmer on low heat until the beef is tender, about two hours. Uncover the stew at that point and simmer another 30 minutes so that the liquid thickens. If the stew seems too dry, add more stock or wine. Season with salt and pepper to taste.

New Year’s Resolution 2012

Make something every day. That’s my resolution for 2012. Make. Something. Every. Day. It can be a meal, a purse, a picture, a poem. As long as I’ve engaged my mind and used my creativity to create something consciously, it counts.

I feel better when I’m making things, working out problems, turning ideas over in my mind. I get to do that a lot at the end of the year, in November and December, when I’m getting ready for the holidays. Then January comes and I end up in a slump that seems to go along with the short and dreary days. I get lazy. This year I don’t want to let that happen, so I hope that having this resolution – to make something every day – and having this blog – where I document my creation every day – will be the motivation I need.

I don’t have too many ground rules or parameters for this project. Mainly its that the thing I make for the day must be a conscious, deliberate creation. Cooking up an ambitious dinner or inventing a new recipe counts; the usual spaghetti and meatballs doesn’t. A carefully composed photograph counts; a quick snap of the kiddos being cute doesn’t. And no, hon, doing laundry definitely doesn’t count! Also, I’ve decided that stages of a project can count for a day’s creation if its a long one – there’s no way I can sew a quilt in a day, but I can piece one, then quilt, then bind for the finished creation and three days of creativity.

So here’s Day 1: This blog. And here’s hoping that on December 31, 2012 I’ll be able to look back at 366 days of creation!

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