Saturday, March 16, 2013

Chicken Curry from the Hairy Bikers

BBC2 runs "Mums Know Best" and features the Hairy Bikers on many episodes.  Sadly, in the US, we are unable to access that programming.  But you can keep up with the Bikers on print media.  And they have at least a dozen excellent cookbooks, one featuring curries.  This is their website: HairyBikers


The hub and I made one of the favored recipes for chicken curry.  The recipe can be found here.


The spices make the dish perfecto!  (add salt and pepper, of course)


 
Served over rice, it was very tasty.  This will be a repeat.
 
Next on the menu docket is chicken tikka masala, one of my favorite Indian dishes.  You can find the recipe here for an easier version.  And if you really want authentic, a naan recipe can be found here.
 

(Source: Food Network)


Tuesday, March 5, 2013

My Father: Charles W. McCarroll, Jr.

Charles Wilson McCarroll, Jr. (1919-2013), my father, died yesterday at the age of 93.

As a late stage Alzheimer's patient, he was sometimes aware of his surroundings.  My desire is that he knew he was loved.  His wife of 39 years, Pat, was a caregiver for him in his later years and was truly a steadfast mate.  They weathered many a storm together.  My brother John was always there to lend a helping hand to Dad and Pat, expecially in their later years.  John wrote Dad's obituary:
Charles Wilson McCarroll, Jr., died March 4, 2013 in Georgetown, Texas, following a brief illness.

He was born May 2, 1919, in Miles, Texas, to Charles Wilson McCarroll, Sr., and Ethel Lee Motley McCarroll. He attended all 12 grades in Junction, Texas, and received a Bachelor of Science degree in 1941 from A&M College of Texas (now Texas A&M University).

Charles McCarroll entered the U.S. Navy Reserve in 1941 and served as a ferry and test pilot, leaving the service as a Lieutenant Commander. An especially memorable event during his service in World War II was successfully parachuting from a doomed airplane in 1943. The plane was a FM2 Wildcat fresh from the factory in Linde, New Jersey  that he was to fly solo to its new station in Trenton, New Jersey. Once airborne, cables controlling the elevators snapped, rendering the plane inoperable. Naval investigators later determined that a factory saboteur was responsible for the destruction of this and several other aircraft before being discovered.

From 1946 to 1956 Charles McCarroll served as a vocational agriculture instructor with the Veterans Administration, teaching in Ballinger and Paint Rock, Texas. Veterans returning to their West Texas farms and ranches from World War II and Korea attended night school under the G.I. Bill to learn about modern advances in agriculture. He also operated the family’s successful demonstration stock farm at Mereta, Texas.

Charles McCarroll entered the electrical supply business in Odessa in 1957 and later became business manager of the Odessa Chuck Wagon Gang. He moved to the Dallas area in 1970 where he was a home builder.

He was an avid fisherman and enjoyed flytying, travel and family gatherings.

He was preceded in death by his parents and a brother Arthur Lee McCarroll of Midland. He is survived by his wife of 39 years, Patricia, of Round Rock.

Other survivors include sons Chuck McCarroll and wife Karen of College Station; John McCarroll and wife Charlotte of Georgetown; daughter Nancy McCarroll and husband Gene Kinsey of Grand Junction, Colorado; and stepdaughter Pam Turner of Austin. He also leaves behind seven grandchildren and five great-grandchildren.
To give tribute to my father, I am republishing an article he wrote in his memoirs from 2001 recalling the day he was born in Miles, Texas.  To say the least, things were different almost 100 years ago on a Texas dryland farm.  This is his recollection.
How Things Were on May 2, 1919

The drought of 1917-18 affected the farmers on the Lipan Flat as there were no crops. Charles and Ethel McCarroll (sic, his father and mother) and the Ed Roberts family moved to San Angelo to a house owned by Pa McCarroll to find work. Uncle Ed drove a delivery wagon for a wholesale grocer. Dad worked in the Gulf Gas Station on the northwest corner of Chadbourne and Harris. This Station operated until the l970's.

Aunt Lula was visiting her mother and father at Mereta when they heard that Ethel had a little boy at Aunt Lillie Boykin's house in Miles. The rains were so heavy that the roads were nearly impassable. She managed to get to Miles in a buggy to see the new nephew. She laughed and said "good thing it is a boy, Ethel could not have made girl's dresses".
Aunt Lula was going back to San Angelo on the train but could not get across the flooded creek to the depot. They had the train stop for her near Aunt Lillie’s home on the west edge of Miles, Texas.

Dr. Herndon was the attending physician when I was born. Sickness and births were cared for in the home and doctors made house calls. The horse and buggy was the transportation and the black bag was about all that they carried. The roads were makeshift and through pastures and down fencerows of the farms and ranches. The automobile was scarce in the early 1920's because the roads were primitive and cars were not dependable.

The railroads were the means of moving freight and livestock between cities, but the wagon and team were still used for delivery. The newspaper, Fort Worth Star-Telegram, would reach San Angelo early in the morning with news and stock and cotton reports. The mail and papers were thrown off the mail car at each station. Telephones were in each city and town. Western Union was the way to send messages, delivered by men on bicycles. Railway Express was used for small packages and fast delivery. The railroad operated the Western Union and Railway Express. Telegraph was sent over wire in Morse code and was used to give information used by the railroad systems.

San Angelo became a health center in the early part of the century. Tuberculosis, a lung disease, was treated in a high dry climate. Because it was highly infectious the patients were isolated. Several sanitariums were constructed and operated in and near San Angelo. There was one in northeast San Angelo that consisted of many small houses, but large enough for a bed and a porch. Patients were cared for in these isolated units. There were several medical clinics and hospitals in town with many doctors that made San Angelo popular. The city became a business and transportation center.

A typical day on the farm in 1919 was busy and tiring. After the rooster crowed announcing a new day, it was time to remove the several quilts and touch the cold linoleum, light the coal oil lamp and the fires. The cook stove got the first attention, the fire must be warm enough but not too hot, the stoves were fueled by wood or coal. Water was carried in buckets from the cistern and heated for the morning meal.

With no inside plumbing, we had to use an outdoor privy. This was a little house about four by four feet over a pit. The toilet was located some distance from the dwelling.
There was no refrigeration, and the summertime called for an ingenious cooler made of sheet metal consisting of about four shelves. The top and bottom shelves were about four inches deep filled with water. The middle shelves held the food. Cotton cheesecloth was pinned to the water pan and surrounded the cooler. The water wicked onto the cloth and the evaporation caused cooling. This unit was placed on the shaded porch that caught the breeze.

The livestock must be cared for and feeding was the first chore of the day. Since this was a family farm, the cows were milked first. Other livestock were hogs, horses, and sheep or goats. Horses were essential to the farm as they pulled the implements and the wagon and buggy.

The man cared for the stock and crops, and the wife cooked and kept the house. The garden and poultry may have been the responsibility of the wife and children. Most of the farms on the flat had another family or some young men to help. Everything was done by hand and it took people to make the crop.

The first machine was the thrasher for wheat and oats. It took many people to cut shock and bring it to the thrasher on a wagon. Milo maize heads were cut off and tossed into the wagon which was pulled by a team, then carried to a barn. Cotton was hand picked from the burr and put into a sack pulled along the row. There were many cotton pickers and the pound of cotton weighed in the sack paid them.

The family farm at Mereta was about 320 acres. About 100 acres was cropland, 100 acres of pasture and the rest used for house, barns, garden and such. The planter, cultivators, harrows, and horses or mules pulled wagons. Thinning rows and weed control was done by hand.

An early mechanical tool was the row binder, which cut feed crop and tied it in bundles. These bundles were shocked; a dozen or so were placed upright and allowed to cure in the field. They were tossed onto a wagon and carried to the feedlot and carefully stacked until fed to the livestock.

The washing of clothes was done by hand. The tools included a big black kettle on short legs. A fire was built to heat the water. Large galvanized tubs on a bench with a rub board were used to wash the clothes. Homemade lye soap got the dirt out. Washday was usually on Monday. The clothes were dried on a clothesline strung between posts. Wooden pins held the clothes on the line. Ironing was done the next day with irons heated on the wood stove and almost everything had to be pressed (sic) since cloth was natural fiber.

Most of the food was produced on the farm and prepared in the kitchen. A process of baking bread and cooking. The food was fresh and plentiful. Taking care of the milk was an every day chore. Baking ingredients were the bulk of groceries that were bought.
The McCarroll farm is just northwest of the town of Mereta which is located 10 miles south of the city of Miles and 18 miles east of San Angelo. In 1919 Manse McCarroll lived on this farm. He bred Percheron horses and purebred hogs.

Loraine, the youngest daughter, said Pa built his stud-breeding chute west of the barn so it would be out of sight of the ladies.

The town of Mereta was a thriving community with two Cotton Gins, a general mercantile store, blacksmith, cafe, barbershop and post office. Mail routes were to San Angelo and Miles. The Tabernacle was open edifice, replacing a brush arbor, for church and community activities. The school was a four room wood frame house just west of the town and across the lane south of the McCarroll place.

The people of the community were of mixed European origin, friendly and cooperative. . It seemed that each individual had some talent that another family could use. Trades that were used included: windmill repairs, carpentry, butchers, well drillers, fence builders, and even 'Watkins' drummers. There was always someone to call when a farm animal was sick. Most of these talents were a trade-out: your day for my day. Money was rarely exchanged.

May of 1919 was a time of change, the terrible drought was broken, world war one had ended and the veterans returned. It was the beginning of mechanization farming. "Ford in every garage" would call for new roads and bridges. So, I was born at the beginning of the good times that lasted about ten years.
(excerpted from "The Way It Was..Recollections and Reflections of Charles Wilson McCarroll, Jr."  -2001)

August, 2012

"Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life, and I shall dwell in the house of the LORD forever."  Psalm 23:6

Saturday, March 2, 2013

Alan Dart: Toy Designs

There must be thousands of knitted toy patterns available.  But the one designer of toy patterns who really stands out is Alan Dart. So I took a leap and started knitting up Baby Pearl just because she was so darned cute.

This is Mr. Dart's picture of Baby Pearl:



My first attempt at knitting up Baby Pearl went well until it came to her head.  I must have read the directions incorrectly because the top of her head was much too big.  After doing some scissor surgery, this is how she now looks.

 
Baby Pearl has five fingers on each hand and overalls that actually go over her body.  The overalls are not stuffed.

Her feet were knit in sock yarn, stuffed with fiberfill.

Since I knew that the doll's face was not knit correctly on the first attempt, I just had to knit it up again and correct that previous knitting mistake.  I used scrap white cotton yarn (Peaches and Cream).  But it was pure white, not a good color for a face.

So I dyed up the cotton pieces: ears, nose and face, in hot tea, letting it steep for a few minutes.  Then the pieces were allowed to dry on the clothes dryer, not in it.


The color was about right for an African American baby face, but she needed some hair.  What to do? Orange hair would not look right on this special baby.  So I plaited up some corn rows from black yarn and added beads at the end of each plait.

This second baby ended up looking adorable with her pink cheeks and button eyes.

Friend Natalie knitted an Alan Dart pattern called Batty (I think).  This is Natalie's Batty:


His feet in spats and his bib and cuffs accentuate his wing span.  Don't you love his ears?  What a great Halloween decoration.

If you are interested in making up a pattern from Mr. Dart, all of his patterns can be accessed here.

These nursery mice are some of my favorites:

Friday, March 1, 2013

Camera Returned: Pictures from Scrabble Tourney

Phew!  My camera was returned today via USPS and all is well.  I had left it in Las Vegas, but kindly tournament director Mark mailed it back to me, along with all my notes and picures.

First, may I introduce Miss Betsy Chai from Calgary, CA whom I played in the tournament last week.  Is she not a doll?  Please don't think I am being too friendly, Betsy, in saying that.  Eric, the man in her life, thinks so too!

 
Below is a picture of Olobatoke, Chief of Kabba, from Abuja in Nigeria.  His grandfather was the King of Kabba, elected by the families in his tribe.  Chief Toke, as he is called, plays the Collins dictionary.  Chief Toke, or Toke, is also the President of the Nigerian Scrabble Association and has served since 2009.
 
Talking with Toke was a treat, and he was patient with me as I tried to get all his family history down correctly.  He might also become King of Kabba if elected by his community of a dozen families.  As current Chief, he is a magistrate and settles disputes and gives advice, generally in charge of administrative and civil matters in his tribe.  The picture below is of Toke playing in the tournament.


Next, may I introduce Bassey Umoh.  He lives in the southern part of Nigeria in the state of Akwa Ibom.  He speaks not only English, but his native language is Efik/Ibibio.  Umoh has been the State chairman of the Scrabble Association in his area since 2012, and also plays in the Collins Division.

Umoh works as an auditor for his state government.  This is Umoh, and standing beside him is Sam Kantimathi who organized this tournament. Sam is from California.

 Umoh, on the left, mostly wore a business suit during the tournament days, but doesn't he look handsome in this blue?  I failed to ask him about this outfit, so I really do not know if this is what he might wear in his off-work hours.
 
We did some sight-seeing and I was amazed at the ceiling of the Belagio Hotel that was covered in colored glass that featured this work by artist Chihuli.  The picture does not do it justice.
 
 
Since it was the Chinese New Year, all the hotels were beautifully decorated in red with the Year of the Snake being emphasized.
 
 
 
And I just have to show you some women at the reception desk wearing those killer six inch heels.  Will they be able to walk when they are 50?
 
 
Sam put on a good tournament and was ably assisted by Director Mark Milan.  They do this for the love of the game.  Thanks, gentlemen!


Sunday, February 24, 2013

A Pause in Lent

The Catholic Knight says...
use of pictures and statues (iconography) in churches has always been used as a way of telling a story visually. It's no different then when parents use picture books to explain things to small children. The icons (statues and pictures) serve to visually tell a story, and remind people of some Christian truth.
A previously published pen and ink drawing (icon) of the Beggar Christ and Vincent de Paul by Meltem Aktas caught my attention. A copy of her work is displayed in the meditation room at St. Mary’s Hospital Pavilion (oncology clinic) in Grand Junction, CO. It certainly gave me pause after studying this icon and reading the poem associated with the drawing.

On the back of this framed illustration is a poem written by Jennifer Gordon for the 10th anniversary of Colorado Vincentian Volunteers that explains Aktas' rationale for creating this piece of art:
In unfamiliar streets I wander laden
With a loaf so full
That surely there will be enough for all.
In the same streets we meet.
I see your clothes, Your eyes, and think, “Aha!
Here is one who needs me.”
With a smile I hope is warm
I offer you bread
Only to know that the piece you give me
Is exactly what I did not know I needed.
This is my rendition in watercolor (5"x7") of the original painting by Aktas.




This is framed and displayed in the living area of our home and is a reminder of my professional and volunteering affiliation with the Sisters of Charity of Leavenworth (Kansas).

Please visit Floss who is hosting "A Pause in Lent" found here and read what others are thinking about this Lenten season as we take a pause in our lives for reflection.

Also linking to Spiritual Sundays

Thursday, February 21, 2013

What I Left in Las Vegas

The Vegas Scrabble tournament was great fun!  We played 21 games in the main tournament (there were also two Early Bird and two Late Bird tournaments before and after the main event).  Of the 21 games, I won 12 and lost 9 and was not too disappointed in the outcome.  I think I went up a few rating points in the final standings, but they have not yet been posted.

Opponents I played were from all over the map in North America:


What I left in Las Vegas:
  • my EXLIM camera with all the tournament pictures
  • all the pictures from the various hotels with gorgeous decorations celebrating the Chinese New Year of the Snake
  • money at the Black Jack tables
  • discarded house slippers
I was glad to leave the slippers, not happy to leave the dollars.  What will be returned is the camera and pictures.  The camera was turned in after the last Scrabble game and the director of the tournament will graciously mail it back to me.  So stayed tuned for some graphics from Las Vegas!

Since I had driven to Las Vegas from Grand Junction, CO, the car was available to transport friends from the Riviera Casino and Hotel to various local restaurants.  The Riviera did NOT supply tasty food at any of their five restaurants, so that is why Lee, Glenda, Regenia and I went out for evening dinners.

And by the bye, Lee and Glenda both placed in the top three in severals tournaments.  Glenda won one of the early birds! She wisely did not spend her earnings at the casino.  Lee and Glenda and I have known one another for well over ten years, and Regenia is a new friend from Arlington, TX. We had fun together in our off-play hours, or at least I had fun with them!

Post Script:
The Riviera is one of the older hotels, and one that a person does not necessarily brag about staying there.  (In fact, you could say it was the crummiest hotel/casino on the strip.) The last day we were there, Regenia and I walked over to the new Wynn Hotel for a late lunch. We enjoyed our little outing and were ready to walk back to our "shabby" hotel but got lost in the vastness of the grounds.  Regenia asked a bellman which direction to take to find the way back.  He asked where we were staying, and both she and I were vague about our hotel, just saying we were headed north.  I thought it was kind of funny that neither of us wanted the bellman at the ritzy Wynn to know where we had laid our heads for five nights.  We were hotel snobs!  And the bellman could have cared less where we actually stayed; he was just trying to be helpful with his directions.

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

The Haps in the Household

What is happening in your world?  Mine, not so much.  Mainly the Mr. and I have been involved in taking care of our wounded pet.  Wounded neither by man nor beast, but by her own exhuberance and increasing age.

Libby Sweetpea, therapy dog and healer of the mind, had a torn ACL.  At six years of age, this is not too uncommon.  She took a flying leap off the back step, as usual, but that one leap ten days ago left her in pain with the liklihood of permanent disability if she did not have surgery to repair the tear.

So she underwent a tightrope procedure and spent one night at the animal hospital.  She probably did not miss us near as much as we missed her.  This was her little shaved leg a few days ago; she was recuperating on the lap of the Mr.

This is how Libby's dad remembers what to do for her and when to do it.  I thought it was cute that he wrote it all out.  She does not mind doing her range of motion exercises too much, and just whimpers a bit when it hurts.


Libby this morning:
I am feeling much better, thank you.

This is a pair of Faceted Rib Socks in progress:

linking to Tami at Works in Progress Wednesday

Tomorrow I am heading out to Las Vegas to play in a Scrabble tournament at the Riviera Casino and Hotel. There will be 56 competitors.  Can you find me in this listing?  Please wish me lotsa luck!

 
 
Take at look at 313 five letter J words here that I will be studying today to prepare for the tournament.

Wednesday, February 6, 2013

Nancy Pearl: Book Lust Rediscoveries

Nancy Pearl is a writer, a literary critic, a personage of the literati.  She is a regular commentator on NPR (Morning Edition).

And I write about her now because she has brought attention to books which are real finds, but are older and perhaps out of print.  Pearl has made a listing of  these books and calls it "Book Lust Rediscoveries."

Amazon says
Book Lust Rediscoveries is a series devoted to reprinting some of the best (and now out of print) novels originally published between 1960-2000. Each book is personally selected by Nancy Pearl and includes an introduction by her, as well as discussion questions for book groups and a list of recommended further reading.
If you are looking for a new read, Nancy Pearl might direct you to a treasure you have overlooked.

I first found her through the book The Last Night at the Ritz in an Amazon review capturing the essence of the story here:
Readers of Joanna Trollope or Anne Tyler may enjoy this intelligent, captivating, and not entirely trustworthy (unnamed) narrator. She invites three close friends to lunch with her at the Ritz Hotel, in Boston, for her birthday. Two of them are a long married couple she has known since college days. The third was once her lover. The lunch quickly takes an unexpected turn.
Check out her Book Lust Shop here.  She even has an action figure if you are a girl fan for Pearl.  And you can see and hear her on the Seattle cable channel 21 found here.


I am currently reading The Cowboy and the Cossack, another Pearl Book Lust Rediscovery.


So many books, so little time.
(Camilo Mori)
Linking up with Pamela at OurShelteringTree.

Friday, February 1, 2013

Leg Warmers to Crochet or Knit

Now that it is winter, maybe you need some leg warmers. Aren't these the cutest?


(photo courtesy of vanillabeanknits) on Flickr.

Here are crochet directions from the webpage: Legwear:
...leg warmers will be most appreciated in the dead of winter when temperatures plummet and winds wail, but be sure to have them crocheted and ready to wear.

Directions are given for size 9-11. You will need two 4 ounce, skeins of 4 ply yarn and sizes I and K crochet hooks.

Gauge: 3 hdc equal 1 inch

Starting at lower edge with smaller hook, ch 30, join with sl st to form ring, ch 2, do not turn.
Row 1: Sc in each ch, join with sl st in top of ch-2, ch 2, do not turn.
Rows 2 through 8: Repeat Row 1.
Row 9: With larger hook, ch 2, hdc in each sc across, join with sl st in top of ch-, ch 2, turn.
Repeat Row 9 to length desired, after last sl st, fasten off
And here is how you would knit these legwarmers: Measure your leg at the thickest part and determine your gauge according to the size yarn you are using. Two skeins of yarn should be adequate for two legwarmers.  Of course, larger needles will make the project go faster.  Marissa Huber on Flickr used Noro yarn.  Any self striping yarn would work well.
I didn't really use a pattern, I just used a little math and knit a 1 x 1 rib. I kept knitting until they were long enough to stretch up to my thighs if cold weather required. (Courtesy of VanillabeanKnits) 

Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Another Birthday

It is my personal (ah hem) opinion that anyone over 11 years should not "celebrate" birthdays with a party. Of course, there are exceptions.  A woman of a certain age can, however, enjoy good wishes sent by others.

And boy-oh-boy, did I love the cards and phone calls checking in.  Thank you friends and family, for the sweet remembrances.  Here are a couple of cards to bring out your smiles in this last week of January.
 (cause we cool chicks gotta stick together)

And one from my friend Sharon that said "I think of you...and give thanks"  Ephesians 1:16.  And one from SIL with a little buck toothed dog on it, just like our Libby Sweetpea!

Some pretty silk scarves my daughter sent me:

And a beautiful bouquet of flowers from SIL and brother:

Don't you love it when somebody makes you something?
A pin cushion with heart pins!! The poppy is felted and the leaves and poppies applied with hand stitching.  So sweet, thank you Natalie.

The Mr. cooked up some snow crab for dinner.  It was yummy. And so another year was added to the lifeline. Grateful.
"There is a calmness to a life lived in gratitude, a quiet joy.” ~ Ralph H. Blum

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

In Process

Linking to Tami (WIP) and to Our Sheltering Tree because in process today are...

  • A Hospice visit with Libby to see a patient in a rehab hospital (Therapy Dogs International)
  • Two Knitting Projects
  • finishing up painting interior walls
  • whipping up these delicious apple treats, from a Mennonite Girls recipe found here, along with their photograph
  • sending off a book for a tweeners' birthday


Please leave your blog address and I will be sure to visit you to see what you are up to today!