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Jan 22 12

Beer-Braised Beef and Onions (and Garlic)

by vmbrasseur

Winter has finally arrived in the Bay Area. Temperatures have dropped into the 40′s, the skies are gray and the streets wet with more or less constant rain. After a couple days of this I decided I’d had enough and was ready for warm and sunny again. As that’s not likely to happen for many weeks yet I had to make do by warming up the house with a good, long braise.

This is something I tossed together after wandering my local grocery store for a while looking for inspiration. The onions and beer make it fairly sweet so you’ll need a bit of extra salting to even out the flavors.

Equipment

  • Large Dutch oven (at least 5 quarts)

Ingredients

  • 3-4 lb beef chuck roast
  • salt
  • 2 Tbl oil (I used lard because I have it on hand; any oil will do)
  • 3 Tbl flour
  • 3 large onions, cut into very thin wedges
  • 1 head of garlic, cloves separated and peeled
  • 1 large bottle (750ml) of Belgian Ale (Nothing too hoppy; I used Rince Cochon.)
  • 3 bay leaves
  • several sprigs of fresh thyme or 1.5 tsp dried

Method

  1. Heat your oven to 325° F.
  2. Before preparing the onions and garlic, salt the roast on both sides and set aside.
  3. Heat the oil in the Dutch oven. Sprinkle half the flour on one side of the roast then add the roast flour-side-down to the Dutch oven. While that side is browning, sprinkle the other half of the flour on the exposed side of the roast. When the first side is browned, flip it over and brown the second side.
  4. Add the onions, garlic, bay leaves, thyme sprigs and beer to the Dutch oven. If the beer is not enough liquid to cover the roast and vegetables then add water to that level.
  5. Bring to a simmer then cover tightly and place into the oven. Allow it to braise for three or four hours.
  6. Carefully remove the roast from the Dutch oven to a deep serving platter. Tent with foil and set aside.
  7. Remove and discard the bay leaves and thyme stems.
  8. Place the Dutch oven on the stove and reduce the sauce until you get a nice nape. You will need to stir frequently to prevent the onions from sticking and burning.
  9. Taste the sauce for seasoning and add more salt if necessary.
  10. Cut the roast into large chunks. Pour the sauce over the roast. Serve.

I served this with boiled potatoes but I think it would be better over buttered egg noodles.

While this was excellent as-is with the beef I believe it would be even better if made with a pork shoulder.

Dec 21 11

The Best Holiday Tradition of All: Christmas Pizza

by vmbrasseur

Some families have a large, lovely ham for Christmas dinner. Some have beef. Others do a sort of Thanksgiving recap with another glorious turkey. If you’re a Who down in Whoville you partake of the festive Roast Beast.

My family? We have pizza.

Not just any pizza, of course. We’re not talking about your standard Cardboard Platter Delivered in a Cardboard Box. We’re not talking Wood-Fired Artisanal. We’re talking Homemade Handmade Delicious Disc of Evil Goodness. The sort of dish that’s so good you only get it once a year. The sort of dish that’s such a pain in the ass to make that it’s also the only day of the year when you reliably get to hear Mom swear. Oh, yes, that’s the stuff.

While I’m not entirely sure of my facts here, I believe the history of the Christmas Pizza tradition can be traced back to when we were living on base back in Jacksonville (late 1970′s). Dad got some pizza stones for Mom for Christmas one year. And, DAMN, what pizza stones these are! The stones you can buy in Willams-Sonoma or Bed Bath and Beyond or even Macy’s all pale in comparison to these things. I believe Mom’s are a dense ceramic that’s close to eighteen inches in diameter and an inch thick. Each of them (there’s a pair) must weigh a good twelve pounds, at least. To bring them to temperature you need to heat the oven for at least an hour. I’ve never seen their like and admit I’m now envious of them.

Anyway, Dad got Mom the stones so naturally pizza must follow. Last year I made a deep dish pizza in the style of Zachary’s (pictured here). Prior to baking it weighed approximately six pounds. The pizzas Mom made for Christmas—while not deep-dish style—were even more considerable. Thick, homemade crust. So laden with toppings that the pie would be too heavy to slide off the peel (leading to the aforementioned swearing), even with the cornmeal beneath the crust. One piece and you’d be done in but naturally on Christmas you would try to eat two (or more).

That’s Christmas to me: tasty, tasty homemade pizza.

This year I’ll be here in SF for Christmas and will have at least one friend joining me for the holiday. I have plans to make my own holiday pizzas. They won’t be nearly as formidable as the ones Mom used to make but they’ll still embody the spirit of Christmas to me.

Dec 15 11

Paul Potatoes

by vmbrasseur

I’m posting this one for a friend who’s asked for the recipe twice now, once after each time she’s had this dish at my house. It’s a simple recipe that people always enjoy, so you’ll get a high return on your time investment for this one.

This is named Paul Potatoes after my brother, who loved it and frequently asked Mom to make it. In truth, though, this isn’t exactly the same recipe that Mom used to make for us. I’ve modified it in a way which takes it from “really tasty” to “decadently deadly.” It is no exaggeration to say that this recipe is—quite literally—not for the faint of heart. Considering the amount of saturated fat it contains it should be eaten in moderation. And perhaps with a defibrilator close at hand.

Alright, now that we’ve gotten the public service announcement out of the way we can proceed to the good stuff…

Equipment

  • Pot for cooking the potatoes
  • Potato masher or ricer (your preference)
  • Small saucepan for the onions
  • An oven-proof dish or pot

Ingredients

  • 2.5 lbs russet potatoes
  • 1 medium onion, diced
  • 6 Tbl butter (unsalted preferred)
  • 8 oz (1 cup) sour cream
  • 6 scallions, finely chopped (incl. green tops)
  • 8 oz (1/2 lb) extra sharp cheddar cheese, grated
  • salt and freshly ground pepper to taste

Method

  1. Heat oven to approximately 350°F.
  2. Cook the potatoes as you prefer for mashed potatoes. For some of you that may mean steaming in their jackets. For me it’s peeling them, cutting into one inch chunks then boiling/straining them.
  3. While the potatoes are cooking, melt the butter in the small saucepan. Add the onions and simmer on low until they’re soft and translucent.
  4. Mash or rice the potatoes. As with all mashed potatoes, don’t overdo it and make a big, gloppy, gluey mess.
  5. Gently mix the potatoes, onion/butter mixture, sour cream, scallions and cheese.
  6. Season with salt and pepper to taste.
  7. Place the mixture into the oven-proof dish. Spread it out all nice because, well, that’s how these things are done.
  8. Cover the dish (foil will do fine) and place in the oven for 45 minutes to an hour or until it’s all bubbly around the edges.

Notes

  • Please only use russet potatoes for this. Yukon Gold, Red Bliss and all those other waxy potatoes will get you cheese and onion-flavored wallpaper paste.
  • When the dish comes out of the oven it will contain POTATO MAGMA. Treat it with respect or you’ll get what you deserve. You have been warned.
  • This recipe scales well. Want to make a double batch? Just double the recipe.
  • As if this dish weren’t evil enough on its own, if you happen to have any leftovers they’re particularly lovely the next day if formed into patties, covered in panko and fried in butter (or bacon fat). <innocent>I mean, that’s what I’ve heard anyway…</innocent>
Dec 13 11

Foundation Food: Stock

by vmbrasseur

People often ask me, “Vicky, what’s the easiest way to improve my home cooking?”

OK, so they don’t really ask me that. But they should. If they’re not asking me they should at least be asking the question to the foodies at large but I don’t see that they’re doing that, either. That’s a shame, as the answer is simpler than the question:

Homemade Stock

Really, that’s all there is to it. Even a bad (but well-intentioned) homemade stock is better than any canned or boxed stuff you can buy at the store. It’s used in practically everything from soup to risotto to a nice pan sauce and makes a world of difference. Green beans steamed over homemade stock? So very much better than those steamed over water. Plus with homemade stock there’s considerably less waste, both culinarily (using all bits of the critter), physically (packaging) and financially (it’s so much cheaper). It’s a win-win-win proposition, yet for some reason very few people take the minimal time and effort required.

Alright, you got me. I said “minimal time” but, in truth, a good stock takes many hours to make. However if you do it my way you’ll hardly even notice. It’s almost entirely unattended so you can go about your life and yet still end up with excellent food at the end.

Before you freak out about the number of steps below, please take the time to read them. Most of what follows is a lot of anecdote and smart-assery. The tl;dr version is:

  1. Roast bones
  2. Simmer bones
  3. Strain stock
  4. Skim fat
  5. Freeze stock

See? That’s not so bad. Now on to that smart-assery that I mentioned above…

Equipment

  • A sheet pan or large roasting pan
  • A large stock pot (at least 8 quarts; mine is 12 quarts) with a cover
  • A colander
  • A container which will hold up to 2 gallons. I use one of these. This container should be able to fit into your refrigerator.
  • Several quart-sized zip-top freezer bags
  • A freezer

Ingredients

  • Approximately 5 pounds of bones and scraps from the meat critter of your choice. While you can get this the old fashioned way (accumulating bones in a big bag in your freezer as you make/cook the critter in question), I prefer to buy the bones from one of my local butcher counters. The most I’ve ever paid is $0.99/pound and I felt rather ripped off at that. My favorite is pork but chicken often makes a showing as well.
  • A lot of water

Method

  1. Pre-heat the oven to around 350°.
  2. Spread the bones out evenly on the sheet or roasting pan. If things get a bit crowded in the pan then please do share the love to a second pan. You’re looking to get good caramelization and you can’t do that in a pan that’s crowded (things steam instead of really roast).
  3. Pop the pan(s) into the oven for an hour or so. What you’re looking for is a nice, dark, more or less even brown across the entire batch. This will probably require you turn the pieces somewhere in there. It also may require more or less time than an hour. Cooking isn’t fire and forget so please take the time to mind your bones and make sure they get nicely browned.
  4. Once they’ve roasted, add the bones to the stock pot.
  5. There’s a lot of tasty goodness stuck to the pan(s) so pour some boiling water into the sheet or roasting pan(s) and scrape up all the nummy brown bits. Pour this water over the bones. Extra bonus: you’ve just made it considerably easier to wash those pans.
  6. Add water to the stock pot. How much? Enough to cover the bones. Feel like adding a bit more? That’s fine. Just don’t add less. You can’t extract all the tasty goodness from those scraps if they’re not submerged.
  7. Cover the stock pot, put over high heat and bring just barely to a boil.
  8. Once it’s hit a boil immediately drop that heat down to low. Keeping it boiling will form an emulsion which, while tasty, will be a cloudy mess. It’s not particularly attractive.
  9. Walk away for 8-10-12 hours or so. No, honest, I mean it. Just walk away. Go out to dinner. Take in a show. I usually do this at night then just go to bed at this point. Yes, there is a teensy weensy teeny tiny miniscule risk that something may go awry and you’ll burn your house down. But, um, HELLO PEOPLE, there’s that risk every time you turn on your stove. Or your furnace. Or light a candle. Does it happen? Sure. Does it happen often? Hell no. Put your stock on the stove, bring it to a simmer, make sure the top is on all the way and then go the hell to bed. If this makes you intensely nervous then just start the entire process early in the morning and hang around the house all day. Whatever.
  10. Have 8-10-12 hours passed yet? If not then do not touch that stock. It needs a lot of time to dissolve all the gelatins in those bones. Really, you’re not doing yourself a favor by pulling it off the stove early.
  11. OK, since 8-10-12 hours have passed you can feel free to remove the stock from the stove. Before the next step, do yourself a favor and let the stock cool down for an hour. No, really. You don’t want to be pouring two gallons of boiling hot stock out of a very large, very heavy pot which was just removed from the stove. You really, really don’t. If you’re like me you’ve just woken up, removed the stock from the stove top, made some coffee and wandered away to do some reading or something for a spell.
  12. Done with that reading? Good! Now you can strain the stock. Place the colander over your stock-receiving-vessel. Very carefully pour the stock into the vessel. Please keep in mind that though it’s been sitting for a while it’s likely that this is still a very hot brew. Take care not to burn yourself. Or others, for that matter.
  13. Discard the bones. I recommend putting them into your local civic green bin. If you made beef stock then some of the heartier bones can be distributed to dogs whom you wish to bribe to love you. Do not bribe dogs with pork or chicken bones. You could kill them and, well, that kinda kills the love as well.
  14. Cover the stock and leave it on the counter for a couple hours until the container is no longer hot to the touch. This is necessary so you don’t pop it into your refrigerator, raise the temperature of the entire cold box and thereby risk bacterial contamination of everything inside.
  15. Once it’s cool enough, pop that container into your fridge. Walk away.
  16. The next day (or the day after, or whenever; just don’t wait more than 4 or 5 days), take the stock from the fridge and remove the nice layer of solidified fat from the top of it. You can either put this fat into the aforementioned green bin or you can stow it in a separate container in your fridge for other nefarious purposes.
  17. Fat removed? Excellent. Now parcel out that stock into the quart-sized zip-top bags. Want to use a different container? Knock yourself out. I just personally find a quart an easy size to work with. Do what works best for you.
  18. Place those bags into the freezer. They will keep well for…um… OK, to be honest I have no idea how long they last since I always use them before they get anywhere close to bad.

I typically get between 6 and 8 quarts of stock out of each batch. It depends a lot upon how many bones I bought, how much water was required to cover them and how much water was lost to evaporation (even with the top on the stock pot) during the cooking process. This will usually last me for two or three months, unless I’m on a soup kick in which case it may last two or three weeks.

If you feel like being particularly decadent (or just don’t have much space in your freezer), you can take your batch of stock and reduce it down to half or less of its original volume. This drastically concentrates the gelatins and flavors of the original stock. This reduced version can be used either as-is (adding a spectacular mouth feel to your food) or reconstituted to its original form. I like to do this with a batch of pork stock every once in a while, reducing it down to a thick liquid which rapidly solidifies into a pork gel when it cools. While it might not sound appealing now, just one spoonful of this stuff added to vegetables, sauce, or what have you will bump up the ‘luscious’ factor, aka umami.

That’s really all there is to it. Now get yourself out there and buy some bones, people.

Dec 5 11

The MacBook is dead. Long live the MacBook!

by vmbrasseur

My first MacBook, now sent to pasture A little over a week ago the sound went all wiggy on my MacBook. At first it would only play through something plugged into the headphone jack but that rapidly degraded to not playing sound at all.

I was disturbed by this turn of events. Sure, you might think, “Oh, it’s only the sound. That’s no big deal.” And you’d be right to do so. But a bit of research showed that this particular sound problem is directly related to a fairly vital logic board and is also a known leading indicator of dire problems to come. My 2008 MacBook—the first MacBook I ever owned and one of my essential and treasured possessions—was obviously dying.

A well-worn keyboard I could live with a MacBook lacking sound. I have an iPad, after all. As my all-but-dedicated Netflix machine it had my entertainment needs more or less covered. And most of what I do on the computer is reading/writing. Ain’t much sound required there. Not like I’m editing movies or anything. That said, what I can’t have is an unreliable machine. Especially now. Research showed it was going to cost between $400 and $600 to get this logic board fixed. On a machine that’s going on four years old. A machine so well-used that the A, S and E keys are not only worn off but actually have physical divots from my fingernails striking them. Yeah, I’m sure I’d get a spectacular return on that investment… Should I just buy a new one? Should I get this one fixed? Should I suck it up and just wait for my beloved MacBook to gasp its last?

New MacBook Pro - Before And so I did what anyone should do with this sort of decision: I slept on it. When I woke I knew what I had to do. That morning I marched into the Apple Store just after opening. Fifteen minutes later I marched out carrying a new 13″ MacBook Pro. After all, what’s the use of having credit if you can’t use it in an emergency? Yeah, about a thousand bankers just punched their fists in the air at that line…

Anyway, so, yes. I have a new MacBook. I could have gone cheaper and gotten a Windows machine (on which I would have immediately installed Ubuntu), but I’ve come to deeply respect the reliability and “It Just F*cking Works”-ness of my MacBook in the past four years or so. I can still install Ubuntu on it via BootCamp (a project for later this week!), so I’m a happy camper. Except…

If you look at the pic of my original MacBook at the top of the post you’ll note all the stickers. These were collected over the course of the years I traveled with that machine and I’d become very fond of them. Unfortunately there’s no way to transfer these memories to the new MacBook Pro. What to do?

New MacBook Pro - AfterWhat you do is contact your friends and see whether they have any spare stickers which will add some character to your shiny, new machine. And, boy, did they. Granted, some of them were from my own meagre sticker stash. Still, a number of people really came through for me in the past week. AR brought me the Internet Archive sticker. The S-B clan contributed the stickers for EFF and the SF Bike Coalition. SD sent my favorite one (“OPEN SOURCE / F*CK YEAH”) all the way from Portland, OR. JS helped me score the all-important and centrally-placed sticker for The Museum of Art and Digital Entertainment. The others were in my private stash and somehow hadn’t been lost over the intervening years since acquiring them. I’m particularly pleased that even after placing this collection I still have room for MOAR! For instance, I notice a distinct lack of GitHub-iness on there. And nary a Mozilla to be seen. This must be remedied!

I liked my new MacBook Pro before but I admit that since adding the stickers earlier today I feel a lot more affection for the little guy. Before it was a machine. Now it’s my machine.

Nov 18 11

Greetings to new visitors!

by vmbrasseur

Came here expecting to read about programming and management and the like? ‘A’ for effort but this is the wrong location. This is my personal blog, where I talk about food and other random personal crap.

Want to see posts in a more professional/technical vein? Head on over to {anonymous => ‘hash’}, my newly re-launched professional blog.

If you’re intensely bored and just want to read about my cats, that’s over on Hissy Fit but it doesn’t get updated very often.

Nov 10 11

Tech Support

by vmbrasseur

The following is a paraphrased phone conversation which I had this morning.


33 minutes of hold music frequently interrupted by recorded pleas for me to remain on the line since my call is in “priority sequence.”

Her: Hello and thank you for calling $eReader support. My name is $Unpronouncible how many I help you today?

Me: Hi, eight days ago I filed support ticket $number and have heard nothing about it despite having contacted $eReader support several times about it via email.

$Unpronouncible looks up the ticket.

Her: So what is the problem you are having?

Me: When I plug my $eReader into my MacBook and open it in Finder I can see that my books files are on the device but they are not appearing in the library on my $eReader.

Her: So when you add books via the $eReader desktop app they do not appear on your device?

Me: I don’t use the desktop app. I don’t like it. I drag and drop files to my $eReader using Finder.

Her: It is not possible to transfer books to your $eReader that way. You can only use the desktop app.

Me: <…pause…> Uh, no, it is possible. That’s the way I’ve been doing it for years now.

Her: The only methods we know for transferring books to your $eReader are the desktop app and wirelessly through your $eReader account.

Me: I turned off wireless. It uses too much battery and I don’t want it. Plus I don’t use my $eReader account. I just drag and drop books to my $eReader in Finder. It’s always worked before. Could you help me troubleshoot why it does not work now?

Her: It is not possible to transfer books to your $eReader by dragging and dropping books to it like that.

Me: <…pause…> Is there anyone else there to whom I can speak? Someone who knows about this method?

Her: I will ask my colleagues if they have heard of this.

A few more minutes of hold music

Her: None of my colleagues have ever heard of this method. We do not believe it will work.

Nigel walks into the living room dragging a skein of yarn he dug out of a closet. I take it away from him, put it back in the closet and slide the door shut.

Me: I understand that you haven’t heard of it before but I’ve always used this method for getting books onto my $eReader. It has always worked in the past. It seems to work now but the books do not appear in my library. It seems as though when processing new content my $eReader is not updating its internal database. Here, let me show you… OK, my $eReader is plugged in. I open it in Finder and can see the new books there. Because they take a long time to process I’ll remove all but two new ones. Now I’ll eject my $eReader. Now I’ll unplug the USB cable from it. It’s now saying “Processing…” OK, all done. I call up my library and the books are not there. I use the search function to try to find either of the two books and they are not there. Yet when I plug my device in again…yes, there are the files. They just don’t appear in the library.

Nigel walks into the living room dragging another skein of yarn he dug out of a closet. I take it away from him again, put it back in the closet again and slide the door shut. Again.

Her: Let me consult with my colleagues.

Several more minutes of hold music.

Her: My colleagues say that you can also use Adobe Digital Editions to transfer files. Have you tried that?

I take a very deep breath.

Me: I strongly believe that Digital Rights Management is wrong and I will not install any software designed for the purpose of maintaining files encumbered with it. Nor will I purchase any books that have DRM on them, which is most everything in the $eReader online store. So, no, I have not tried Adobe Digital Editions. It is not an option I will consider.

Nigel walks into the living room dragging a third skein of yarn he dug out of a closet. I take it away from him, put it back in the closet, slide the door shut and lean the bike against it. The world comes very close to containing one fewer little black cats.

Her: I do not think I will be able to assist you today. Is there anything else you need?

Me: Yes, I need you to escalate ticket $number to the next tier of support. There is a problem and I cannot use my $eReader again until it is solved. Could you please do that for me?

Her: I will escalate ticket $number. You will receive an email notification. Is there any other way I may help you today?

Me: No, I believe that is all. Thank you for your time.


Honestly, it’s things like this which make me want to knock back a drink (even though it’s before noon). I didn’t, but I kinda felt like I should.

Oct 27 11

Of Things

by vmbrasseur

“The time has come,” the Walrus said,
“To talk of many things:
Of shoes–and ships–and sealing-wax–
Of cabbages–and kings–
And why the sea is boiling hot–
And whether pigs have wings.”

I do not feel much need to have things for the sake of having them. My apartment—recently described as austere[1]—contains things which are both attractive and useful to me. It’s a simple matter of quality over quantity.

Which isn’t to say I don’t value the retention of things, valued or not. Au contraire! I’ve spent far too much time deeply ensconced in the worlds of history, archaeology, literature, libraries and archives to believe that. We learn from the past but only if we preserve it. I just don’t believe it needs to be stored right here in my living space.

There are, however, a few objects to which I have emotional attachment. Said objects are rare but that just means that I love them all the more. So imagine my horror today when I discovered that one of these things, my Skeletool, was gone! Disappeared! Absent With Out Leave! Lost, so very lost! I was a very sad panda indeed. This had been a gift from a dear and valued friend, but almost as important as that the damned thing was a dead sexy piece of hardware that’s useful as hell. And now it’s gone, whither I know not, and I am left to mourn it. Le sigh.

My reaction to the loss of my Skeletool prompted me to consider what other objects I own would warrant similar mourning. Out of all the stuff I own[2], what would I truly miss? Hm, that’s a very good question…

And therefore I present to you the List of Things I Value, also known as the List of Things You Could Steal To Make Me Cry and Gnash My Teeth and Rend My Garments and Tear My Hair and Curse Your Name:

  • My hardware. Linux server, MacBook, iPhone, iPad, Kobo eReader. Want to see me whine like a little girl? Make the server die so I have no music. Have my Kobo go dead in the middle of a good book. Really want a show? Take away my MacBook and I will melt down in the most dramatic manner possible.
  • The Godzilla Lamp. Given to me years and years ago by Guy and Megan, I treasure this silly thing. Sometimes I turn it on before I leave for the evening just so I can return to see it flashing at me in its happy, destructive way.
  • My bike. A 1993 GT Zaskar LE and not winning any beauty contests: unstickered and unfinished aluminum with fat welds that make it look like it was put together in junior shop class. It doesn’t really fit me properly and has some gearing issues and isn’t really made for street riding and I really could do better if I got something new from Public Bikes or a similar maker but… Dammit, I just love my bike and I have no desire to replace it.
  • The dining room table. What do you do when your mother spends weeks refinishing Grandmother’s oak table for you, on her hands and knees with a pin to pick out the paint which had seeped into the old oak grain? You treat it like royalty, that’s what you do.
  • Tron Solar Sailer. The original (and, IMO, only) Tron movie is one of my favoritest [sic] movies ever. I recognize it’s cheezy and dated and contrived but in my world it’s still pure magic. I about wet myself when I found this production piece on an online auction site. The seller didn’t know what (s)he had so I got it for $6.00. It cost $150 to frame. It’s possible (likely?) that it’s not authentic but I still think it’s priceless.
  • My cookware. You may not have noticed but I rather like food and cooking. I would be lost without my All-Clad and vintage Le Creuset. When I’m in the kitchen my arm doesn’t feel complete without a 10″ fibrox-handle Forschner chef’s knife in my hand and a kitchen towel thrown over my shoulder. This equipment will outlive me, even after all the abuse through which I put it. My quality of life would drop significantly were these items to go away.

There are probably a couple other items which should be on this list but which aren’t occurring to me at the moment, but it’s safe to say that these are the heavy hitters. Most of the other stuff in the apartment could disappear tomorrow and I would be inconvenienced but not sad to see it go. Losing any of these would be a major blow.

1: A description to which, by the by, I object. austere means “Severe or strict in manner, attitude, or appearance,” which I like to think in no way accurately depicts any environment in which I function. Spartan might be a better adjective (for a number of reasons) but still is a bit, um, severe. Efficiently comfortable is the description with which I’ll stick for the moment. [back to reading!]

2: And please don’t get me wrong, I still do own rather a lot of stuff. Just ask the saintly friends who helped me move a few months ago. [back to reading!]

Oct 16 11

Asian Squash Soup

by vmbrasseur

A semi-impromptu dish, written up impromptu-ly on my iPad as I sit on the couch rewatching some Doctor Who.

Ingredients

  • 1 large kabocha squash
  • 2 Tbl vegetable oil
  • 1 large onion, diced
  • 1 large jalapeño, finely minced
  • 2 stalks lemongrass, soft inner portion very finely sliced
  • 3 large garlic cloves, finely minced
  • 1″ chunk of fresh ginger, very finely minced
  • 1 quart chicken stock, preferably homemade
  • 1 can coconut milk (not light)
  • Juice of 2 limes (or to taste)
  • Salt to taste
  • Cilantro for garnish

Method

  • Cut squash in half. Remove seeds and roast in a 350 degree oven for an hour or until soft.
  • After squash is cool enough to handle, scoop out flesh.
  • Heat oil in a large, heavy pot. Sautée squash flesh, onion, garlic, jalapeño, lemongrass and ginger until onion starts to soften.
  • Add stock. Bring to a boil then reduce heat. Simmer for 30 minutes.
  • Purée the soup (blender or stick blender).
  • Add the coconut milk and mix well.
  • Add lime juice and salt to taste.
  • Serve garnished with chopped cilantro.

This ended up very reminiscent of a Thai tom kha ga and was thoroughly enjoyable. I’ll Definitely be making it again.

Oct 10 11

I’ve been laid off.

by vmbrasseur

When the manager who’s rarely seen in the office before 11am IMs you at 8:30am asking whether you could please join her in the conference room you know exactly what is coming.

As of 9am this past Friday my project is officially scrapped (pronounced “indefinitely postponed”) and I am laid off, effective immediately.

In truth I’m surprised the project wasn’t tabled much earlier. I feel it had never received much support internally and was held back from achieving any sort of momentum. For the past couple of months I had been trying to get my manager to give me a firm answer about the future of the project. Even vague answers were not forthcoming, which as far as I was concerned was an answer in itself. I seemed to be the last person in the organization committed to bringing the project to life which meant the writing as already on the wall for it.

The layoff, on the other hand, caught me entirely off guard. Certainly it had occurred to me that if the project was tossed on the heap it was possible that I would be cut loose as well. However at an all-hands meeting just the month before we were all told that while we weren’t going to be doing more hiring that year everyone who was currently there were secure and going nowhere, so any suspicions I may have had were laid to rest. The project may go away but I would be allowed to assist in other ways.

Unfortunately that turns out not to be the case.

Do I agree with their decision? Don’t be daft, of course I don’t. However I understand why they made it. The organization is a non-profit and is therefore somewhat cautious with its finances. I was intensely sensitive to this issue and was constantly on the lookout for ways to improve efficiency and increase our bang to buck ratio. With my prior experience as director of software engineering and project management, finding those efficiency improvements was easy. It was like shooting fish in a barrel, I’m sorry to say. Yet I felt my hands were tied and I was not allowed to engage with others but superficially, leaving my skills and desire to help a mystery to most everyone. I really should not have been surprised when they let me go. I deem it short-sighted and wasteful but from their point of view it made sense because they didn’t know otherwise.

I should mention that this was, for me, a dream job. It is an organization which I have followed, supported and loved for over a decade. I was overjoyed to be given the opportunity to contribute. Despite this unfortunate decision I still have the highest respect for the mission of the organization and intend to continue following and supporting it. I will just do so somewhat cynically for a while until the sting of this wound fades.

So what’s next for me? Well, first of all I have given myself permission to take this week off. I get to relax and not worry about anything. Next Monday the job hunt begins. Who knows what that will bring? In the meantime I will work on my own projects, crafty and otherwise. Perhaps I will blog more often. Undoubtedly there is an open source project or two which could use a hand. Maybe I’ll finally get around to learning how to use git properly. During the hiatus I’ll take the opportunity to start taking care of myself better, something which is much overdue. Some of my free hours will likely be spent assisting Funston Brewing as Head Bottling Wench. That could be fun.

Regardless, it sucks rocks right now but it’ll end well. This is an opportunity to make changes and I intend to take full advantage of it.

C’mon world, bring it on.