We have some wierd looking fungus growing near some onions in our garden. I’m hoping someone can help identify what it is.
It certainly doesn’t look edible. It is a blob resembling cat barf, except that when you look closely you notice that it is very fibrous. It also is oozing a yellow substance that looks remarkably similar to egg yolk.
We noticed this growing in an area of the garden where we had added quite a bit of compost combined with a commercial topsoil. Does anyone know if the onions caught up in the middle of this stuff would be edible if harvested in another month or two? I’m assuming so, but I don’t know how long any toxins produced by this fungal beast would persist.
I plucked a juicy blood-orange off of the tree in my backyard this morning before heading to work. I ate it after lunch and placed the peels in a paper bowl I had sitting at my desk. Later, I went to the break room where we have a popcorn machine. I grabbed a bag of popcorn and sprinkled (doused?) it with some parmesian-garlic flavored salt.
When I got back to my desk, I dumped the orange peels in the trash. (My wife would scold me because she likes to use the peels to flavor her cooking.) Then, I poured some of the popcorn into the bowl. Accompanying the popcorn was all of the parmesian-garlic flavoring that I had added.
This mixed with the oils from the orange rind to create a delicous combination of flavors. And it was definitely the flavor of the rind and not the orange fruit that tasted so interesting.
Although I can cook, I usually leave the more creative aspects of the culinary arts to Wen-Ling. However, as an avid eater I know a good thing when I taste it. Orange peels with garlic and parmesian definitely make a good flavor combination. This is a heads-up to all the cooks out there who want to experiment with something new and interesting.
I am sharing these photos from a couple of trips I made to Taiwan with Wen-Ling. They are of a market place in the town of Sijhih, just east of Taipei. This market might be my favorite place in Taiwan.
Every morning vendors set up in an alley about a half mile from my mother-in-law’s home. They sell every type of food imaginable, from baked goods to fresh vegetables to freshly caught fish.
“Fresh-caught” isn’t a marketing phrase. The photo showing the fish with their tails tied to their gill-flaps is about more than just presentation. It is also to prevent these live fish from flopping off the table. The shrimp you buy are still moving, too.
Vegetables are all local. There is one garden/farm just around the corner from the market, next to a laundromat, in the middle of the city. It occupies maybe a half acre, but probably less. Lying in a ravine, all sorts of vegetables are grown there, along with tropical fruits like mango, papaya and some trees I don’t recognize. Other nearby farms also provide produce.
Along with the produce, vendors sell shoes and clothing, toiletries, and knick-knacks. The vending is all done between the hours of about 6 am and noon. By one o’clock it has reverted to a residential area. The vendors are basically setting up in the entrance ways to homes. Most homes in the city occupy three to four floors. The ground floor typically has a garage-like front with a living-room behind it. Bedrooms are usually on the third and fourth floors. The kitchen will also be found on the first or second floor.
I love the intimacy of this market place, the way neighbors easily meet and mix. I don’t understand the local alliances, the politics, and the personal tensions that exist. I bought some pastries one morning and brought them back to my mother-in-law. She wanted to know who I had purchased them from. It turns out I bought them from a woman my mother-in-law doesn’t do business with. None-the-less, we did all share the food. Perhaps it would have tasted better if it had been prepared by my mother-in-law’s friend.
I share these photos to highlight the differences between the typical American corporate market place and the traditional Chinese market. The Chinese market sells local food. If we consider the notion of degrees of separation, the typical customer at a Chinese market is separated from the producer of the food by two or maybe three degrees. In other words, the vendor may be the farmer who grows the chickens or the vegetables. Or, she may be a middleman between the customer and the fisherman.
How many degrees of separation are there between the American customer and the farmer who produces our food? We have the people who work at the grocery store. There are truck drivers connecting the grocery with one or more wholesale buyers operating cold-storage warehouses. Then there are the farmers. It may be four or five degrees of separation.
In Taiwan much of the food is probably produced within a forty mile radius of where it is purchased. In the U.S. the radius is probably a thousand miles, maybe more. In fact, some of our food may even come from Taiwan!
It is true that in America we can enjoy fresh vegetables and fruits throughout the year. Our food is relatively inexpensive. No one is deprived. But there are environmental costs associated with such a diet. And there are economic vulnerabilities. For instance, both Taiwan and America depend heavily on foreign oil. But, if our oil supplies were cut for an extended period how likely would starvation be in American vs. Taiwan? My guess is that Taiwan would fare much better.
In any case, my real motivation is to point out that there is an aesthetic component to the Chinese culture of food that is sorely lacking in America. And, it’s not specific to China and Taiwan. India has it, as does almost any developing nation. Our food culture here in America is an industrial culture, heavy on engineering, but largely lacking in beauty. I would gladly give up my local Fry’s supermarket if I could trade it in for an alleyway of vendors near my home.
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Once again, the Cardinals amaze. They are in the Superbowl! It was a great game. Awesome play by the whole team. They beat the Philadelphia Eagles 32-25. Congratulations.
Bring on the Steelers.
There are some interesting bus stops in Tempe near the high schools. This one is on Mill Avenue in front of Tempe High School. It is an iron sculpture of trees. Very eye-catching.
I like any sort of bus stop in the Valley of the Sun that creates some shade for the riders. This one creates plenty.
Since this is LoveHatePhoenix, gotta give it up for the Cardinals. They beat the Panthers 33-13 and are playing for the NFC championship. Exciting. Very weird, too. I mean, this is the Cardinals. And they’re one win away from the superbowl. They have this history. Maybe they’re throwing off the old history. Let’s hope so.
In any case, congradulations are in order for the team and coaching staff.
Light rail officially started in Phoenix, and Tempe yesterday. Wen-Ling and I took a free ride this afternoon to check it out. We got on at Price and Apache in Tempe and rode the rail to Central and Osborn. From there we went walking around Phoenix.
We stopped to have dinner at Carley’s Bistro on Roosevelt and 2nd St. The food was great. They serve wraps, sandwiches, soups and salads. Most of the dishes are between $7 and $10. They also serve alcohol. We had Boddington’s which was the least expensive beer on the menu. (They have some outstanding beers. They also appeared to have a full bar.)
My impressions of the light rail… It is faster than riding a bus. The ride is smooth and quiet. The crowds were large, however. It will be interesting to see how the ridership holds up when the fares kick in on January 1st. Certainly, if I were working downtown, I would consider the rail over the express buses.
When we got to Phoenix, most of the businesses were closed. This is the situation that people decry about Phoenix — that downtown is dead on weekends. Hopefully, light rail will serve to change that.
I intend to use the light rail in combination with my bike. I enjoy riding and photographing subjects. With light rail, I will be able to board the train with my bike, ride around Phoenix, and either ride home or take the train again.