Blue and Gold 2010

Friday night Pack 37 held their Blue and Gold banquet. Daniel was the man of the hour, earning the Arrow of Light, being recognized for earning every single Webelos activity badge, and last but not least, crossing over into Boy Scouts.

Mark and I got to participate in that last part as parents, and Ben as a member of the Troop the scouts are crossing over to. Three grandparents came to see the big event as well. It was a great family event!

We are very proud of both of our Boy Scouts!









Humorous anecdote - in the fifth photo, you see Daniel being welcomed by his new Troop, and a Life Scout from that Troop tying his new neckerchief. In a moment of great irony, the Life Scout was not able to tie the square knot needed for the neckchief tying. This went on several moments before the Troop leader leaned in and said "Jesus, Chris, you're a Boy Scout." Good times.

Here's What You've Been Missing

I apologize for my lack of posting. I've had enough good intentions to pave the road to hell and back again, but nothing has really gelled into a good blog. So in the absence of one good idea, I thought I'd share a collection of smaller ideas that never made the cut. Enjoy.

1. The Olympics. Had a good discussion at work about curling. A friend thinks that any sport where you can drink a few beers and still compete shouldn't be an Olympic sport. Another friend is going to Dick's today to ask where they keep their curling stones. I just enjoy watching the guy who glides across the ice to get the stone going.

2. Speaking of the Olympics.....did you see me? I was in the women's downhill. I was the one who fell right out of the gate and then couldn't get out of the way for the event to continue for the really good skiers. That was so me.

3. New season of Lost. Good times. Such very, very good times. I hope Sawyer becomes the new protector of the island. Can you imagine what his cave of candidate names would look like? "Jumbo-tron." "Tokyo Rose." "Moonbeam."

4. "Keep your hands off my mama. Keep your hands off my Doritos." Funny stuff.

5. Had a George Costanza moment yesterday. Got cut off by not one, but two moms in the car line dropping Daniel off. After asking where the freaking fire was, I found myself yelling "We're living in a SOCIETY!"

6. Back to the Olympics. Hey McDonald's: Olympic athletes don't sit around eating McNuggets. No one's buying that. Not even the ones who think the athletes have time for a righteous snowball fight in the village.

7. Made butternut squash soup this week. Made my own curry powder by combining coriander, cumin, ginger, mustard, and saffron. Wish the finished product had been more butternutty and less curried, but it was good stuff. Didn't take pictures.

8. Just started reading a new book. A Suitable Boy by Vikram Seth. It's 1400+ pages. It's the first time I remember choosing a book for the sheer size of it. Hope it's good. A 1400 page book can either be the best, most engrossing thing you've ever read, or it could be a ginormous waste of twenty bucks and shelf space. Cross your fingers.

That just about sums up my creative juices over the last week or so. Sorry I couldn't do more with any of these. Here's hoping the drought will end soon.

What I'm Reading Now

The Blue Zones, by Dan Buettner

Ok, so I'm not reading this RIGHT now, but I did just finish it. It was a quick read, and I didn't take time to blog in the middle.

A Blue Zone is an area of the world where people live to be 100 and up at an uncommon rate. And they are a healthy, active 100. Dan Buettner began studying Blue Zones for National Geographic as part of a study on longevity and has now started a whole community of sorts based on his findings. He has a website, resources, and yes, a book.

The book talks about the original four Blue Zones that were studied as part of the National Geographic project: Sardinia, Italy; Okinawa, Japan; Lorma Linda, California; and a region in Costa Rica whose name is escaping me right now. The purpose of the book is to analyze the lifestyle of the people in these areas and see what lessons can be learned from the way they live.

The biggest ones were obvious: eat a plant-based diet and stay active.

The California Blue Zone is made up of Seventh Day Adventists who don't eat meat because they don't believe it is Biblical. The others aren't strictly vegetarian, necessarily, they just don't eat meat every day as part of their culture. Meat is a "special occasion" kind of thing. And when you don't eat meat, you have to eat lots of other things, all of which usually come from plants. Hmmmm.

As far as staying active, most of the Blue Zoners don't do anything more strenuous than walking. But they walk a lot. They don't really set out to "exercise" exactly, walking is just part of how they do what they need to do - in Sardinia, lots of men are shepherds and they walk upwards of five miles a day just doing their job, for example.

Eat right and exercise. Nothing ground-breaking here. But some of the other lessons gave me more pause for thought.

"Have a purpose." And your purpose doesn't have to be particularly grandiose - you just need something to get you out of bed in the morning - a hobby, a friendship, a responsibility. According to this book, there was a spike in death rates among the elderly after December 31, 1999. After finding no other explanation, it was chalked up to people just promising themselves they would see the new millennium. Once that was done, they lost their purpose.

"Find the right tribe." I love the way this is worded. This just means that you will be like the people you surround yourself with. Pick friends who are active, positive, and healthy, and guess what?? You just might live to be 100.

In the end, the author put together nine life lessons that came out of their longevity study. Some of them are common sense, but as I said, others are quite thought-provoking. And the entire book is interesting. Definitely worth your time.


When I finished The Blue Zones, I immediately started New York, by Edward Rutherford. I have been really stoked about this book.

Rutherford wrote one of my favorite books of all time: London. He also wrote Sarum (which I loved), The Forest (which I liked a whole lot) Russka (which I really wanted to like and tried to read twice), and a series on Ireland (which just didn't do it for me). But since I love New York, I have high hopes that I will love New York.

Rutherford is a British James Michener. He creates family lines that extend for generations upon generations in one place, and he uses these characters and their experiences to tell the story of that place. He does a LOT of research, and his books are LONG. New York begins with the Dutch settlements in the 1600s, and goes all the way to September 11, 2001. I'm only two chapters in, but so far, so good.

I'm looking forward to taking my time and getting immersed in this one.

Damascus Road Experience

I don't know what the weather was like in your world today, but in East Tennessee, it was awesome. So what did we do? Went to Virginia!

The Virginia Creeper Trail to be exact. We lacked seven miles to complete walking the entire lower trail, and we decided to knock it out in one day. Every other time, we've done a "there and back again" hike, but today we took two cars. We parked one at Alvarado, and took the other to Damascus. Then we walked the entire trail back to Alvarado. It was by far the least impressive section of the trail so far - we spent a long time parallelling the road, and there were no benches or rocks along the way for sitting and resting and pontificating. I guess if we had to pick one section to through-hike and not see all the sites twice, this was the one.

But we had a great time. The boys were in good spirits and didn't have to be nagged to keep up. We finished in two and a half hours exactly, with one break. We followed it up with a late lunch at Cracker Barrel. Good times. Thanks for the day off to spend with the fam, MLK.

The Joy of Cooking

I read this article on cnn.com this morning, a kind of "Behind the Music" on The Joy of Cooking cookbook. Really interesting. I, of course, have The Joy of Cooking (most cooks do) and it has always been a first-stop when I want to learn to cook something I've never attempted. The back story was new to me, but very interesting.

I remember being a newly-married and pulling this book out to learn how to make mashed potatoes for Mark. I'm sure they sucked, but it wasn't the book's fault.

When I finally learned to cook, the pineapple upside down cake was one of my first big successes. Mark loves a pineapple upside down cake, and the recipe from this book is awesome. AWESOME. After so many years of marriage, I had finally wowed my hubs in the kitchen.

After reading the article, I pulled my copy to see if I could determine what edition I have. The last copyright listed is 1964, but I don't see an official "edition" in the book anywhere.

What I did see was this note, hand-written in the front cover: "To Charlotte, Christmas 1993 - Best Wishes for good cooking. Love, Grandma Parker."

I can remember her telling me that she knew she wanted to get me this cookbook (every kitchen has to have one, you know), but she was most surprised at all the versions she had to choose from: hardback, paperback, large, small......she finally went with the mid-sized paperback with the spiral binding ("because it could most easily be laid open on the counter.")

And so I am reminded today of why I love to cook. Real cooking has so little to do with food and eating, and so much to do with the people we love.

My New BFF

As you may have surmised from my sidebar, the Great Wrong of Aught Nine has been righted. Mark and the boys got me a new Cuisinart Stand Mixer for Christmas.

Ahhhh, joy.

(ferdlings - if you would like to fix this photo for me, feel free.)

Merry Christmas everybody!!

The Great Vanilla Extract Experiment: The Finale

I baked my world famous chocolate chip cookies tonight, using my homemade vanilla extract. I have some observations:

1. When I opened the jar, the wonderful vanilla aroma I remember from yesterday had lessened, and it had developed a much stronger alcohol smell. Which is odd, because I thought vodka didn't have an odor. Hmmmm. It did still smell like vanilla, just not as much. Maybe I should have strained out the bean, but left the pod.

2. The guys tasted the dough, and said it tasted different. In a good way.

3. And then there was the finished product. I think I tasted a difference, but it may have just been because I was looking for a difference. Mark tasted a difference, and gave it two thumbs up.

So what is my conclusion? Since I usually use a high quality vanilla, I have, at the very least, made homemade vanilla extract that is as good as a high quality store bought variety, and likely better than an average store bought variety. Not bad for my first try.

Will I make it again? Not any time soon, as I have plenty left. And I have plenty of the spice house's vanilla on hand as well. But there is something to be said for simply knowing that I can do it, if I decide to. I really just like experimenting with things most people assume have to be bought and can't be made at home.

And now I have something new to talk about at cocktail parties when the conversation drags. If only I went to cocktail parties...

Sledding!!

Oh yeah. It snowed last night.

The Great Vanilla Extract Experiment: Part 2

Guess what today is??

If you guessed "Day Seven of the Great Vanilla Extract Experiment", you would be correct! Sit down - there are no prizes.

On the left is the "marinating" vanilla bean and vodka. On the right is a clean jar, and a mesh strainer fitted with a coffee filter. And now, we strain.



Finished product. It looks a little more like a urine sample than culinary gold, but looks can be deceiving.


All I can say for now is, it smells AWESOME. Really, really nice vanilla aroma. It tastes, well, I'm not really sure how it tastes. I don't go around drinking vanilla right out of the bottle so it's hard to compare. I think it has a strong alcohol taste, but extracts usually do have a strong alcohol taste. The real proof will be in the baking. I plan to bake my world famous chocolate chip cookies tomorrow and use the homemade vanilla. Stay tuned....

The Great Vanilla Extract Experiment

In its Sept/Oct 2009 issue, Cook's Illustrated did a feature grading store-bought vanilla extracts. (McCormick's won, FYI.) They also spoke of the merits of making your own at home. I had one of those "I can do that!" moments, and then promptly forgot all about it. But the Healthy Eats blog that I read did a post about creative foodie gift ideas, and they referenced making your own vanilla extract, a la Cook's Illustrated. I decided to go for it.

I get my vanilla from thespicehouse.com. I buy single-strength bourbon vanilla extract, and I pay $2/oz. CI recommended using commercial-grade vodka as the alcohol of choice, mostly because (with the limitations of the home kitchen) it imparted the least amount of alcohol flavor to the finished product. So I followed their lead.

I started with one vanilla bean (I pay $5.24 for 3, so that's $1.75 for the bean) and I picked up a small bottle of Smirnoff for $4.99 (there's a heavy shot or two leftover, if anyone wants it). It makes 6 ounces, so if this works out, I'm making it myself for $1.13/oz. That's a good cost save.

Here's how it went down:

Supplies ready.

Bean split and scraped and jarred.

Vodka heated.

Alcohol + Heat = Danger

Hot vodka added to jarred bean and cooled.

Lidded and ready for a week-long gestation.

All I do now is give it a week, shaking the jar once a day. I hope it gets darker. It's not looking all that impressive right now.

This will have to be seriously good before I stop buying the spice house vanilla, even if it is a lot cheaper. They make the best vanilla in the world (no matter what CI says), and you get a free vanilla bean in the bottle. But sometimes you do things simply for the joy of the doing, and this is one of those times.

Christmas Cookie Palooza!

Every year, I pick a Saturday leading up to Christmas and we bake Christmas cookies. The Norman Rockwell way. Roll out the dough, cut out the shapes, decorate, repeat. When the boys were little, it was more labor-intensive. Now that they are older, I have branched out a little. In recent years, I have started mixing it up a little and trying new recipes. Some old, some new, and usually, all delicious.

This year, the baking happened a little early. I realized on Thursday that we a)had nothing to do this Saturday, and b)had snow in the forecast. So I made sure I had all the ingredients and named today Christmas Cookie Palooza 2009.

First up: Chocolate Peppermint Pinwheels. An Alton Brown creation and new family favorite. They are kind of a pain to make, but we only make them once a year, so who's counting.

Next: the old stand-by Sugar Cookies. This the recipe I grew up making, and I even use the same cookie cutters. The angel is my favorite. A little fidgety to get the dough out sometimes, but the head and wings bake up really crisp while the body stays soft. You always get the best of both worlds in one cookie.

What's this? More stand-by sugar cookies? Fool you! These are Almond Crescents. Except in Christmas shapes. We love those Keebler Almond Crescent cookies you can only get at Christmas, so this year, I thought I'd take half of the sugar cookie dough, add almond extract, sprinkle the finished product with powdered sugar and see what happened. And oh, what happened. Delish!

Finally, chocolate bon bons. Got the recipe from the King Arther blog. They didn't spread like they should have, and I had a really hard time telling when they were done. But they were pretty tasty. One of those one-bite wonders.

What made it even better was that it snowed outside the entire time we baked. What a perfect Christmasy day!

Human Wrecking Balls

It was a slow night at Chez Malone last evening. We all found ourselves in the family room with nothing to do. So Mark starts channel surfing. He lands on a show on G4 called Human Wrecking Balls. The name intrigued us – I mean Human Wrecking Balls? How could you not be giddy with excitement at the possibilities.

What followed was perhaps the most ridiculous concept for a show ever. EVER. These two guys, the Pumphrey Brothers (and the name suits – you’re not going to find the name Pumphrey on any Noble Prize listing) go somewhere (last night it was a hotel suite) and destroy it. Just for grins. With their bare hands. And they have quasi-intellectual discussions about the various options for destruction (“Paul thinks I should use a side-kick, but I think a Crippling Axe Kick would be more effective here”, “A Crippling Axe Kick isn’t going to generate the force necessary to break that door.”)

I’m not making any of this up. How could I?

There are two secondary characters as well: a “structural engineer” who walks around telling us how hard this would be for us to do at home, and a hot nurse who, well, we all know why they have a hot nurse hanging around.

The destruction began with a challenge – both brothers had to destroy a vending machine and empty the entire contents without touching any of the items. The winner of this challenge got the honor of chucking a TV out the window later in the show. (Just FYI….the winning time was 43 seconds.) Once in the hotel suite, they took out the bedroom, the kitchen, the bathroom (they used a move called the “Powercheek” to remove the vanity – it’s exactly what it sounds like) and finally the sitting area. They brought in a celebrity guest for this part – some bass player for some band no one had ever heard of. Rock stars are all about hotel suite destruction, apparently. He had some good tips, but didn’t appear to be able to break anything himself. How awkward….

The final challenge involved taking out a wall. Not just any wall, the “structural engineer” tells us, but a wall made out of drywall and steel studs. He attempted to knock it down with a baseball bat and (surprise!) he just couldn’t do it. So the more effective of the Pumphrey Brothers was called in to do a “Shoulder Ram” – his signature move. (The less effective brother stood on the other side of the wall holding a mattress.) With a guttural scream and several well-timed commercial breaks, we finally got to see the effective Pumphrey go through the wall. We didn’t see any of the steel studs flying on the way through, but they were laying under his bruised body on the other side. (Hmmmm….)

And then, the moment we’d been waiting for all night: the TV went out the window. Followed by a sink, a fridge, a dismantled dishwasher and some other stuff that was no longer recognizable. And that friends, was the show.

Oh, to be a fly on the wall during the pitch-meeting for this one.

Mark was so intrigued that he looked the Pumphrey brothers up on Wikipedia. Turns out, they are big shots in the “competitive breaking” circuit. Who knew there even was such a thing? One of them got his start jumping off the top of a shed through something like 10 feet of solid ice. The other got his start breaking concrete with friends after school. I can’t remember which was which, but one had “crazy eyes” (you know – when you can see the whites of the eyes all the way around the pupil and you look scared all the time? He was the effective brother). The other wore the gayest looking shoes I have EVER seen – they were these white, square-toed loafer-like things - not anything I would wear to destroy a hotel room. And they didn’t do him any favors in the vending machine challenge.

The only positive thing I can say is that Team Malone hasn’t laughed that hard in a long, long time. And good news – the show is in its second season, so it looks like it’s a hit!

First Class Scout

On Monday night, Ben's Troop held their Court of Honor. Ben was officially awarded the rank of First Class. He has worked hard all along, but this one he REALLY worked for - he took ownership and got it done (and there is a lot to do) all on his own - mom and dad were just around for moral support.

If you know much about scout rankings, you know that completion of Tenderfoot, Second and First Class ranks are an accomplishment. Not that it will be easy from here on out (not by a long shot) but rank advancement from this point on consists of earning merit badges, service hours, and leadership. Star and Life and more like thresholds on the path to Eagle and don't have the requirements the previous three ranks have. We feel like Ben has crossed a major hurdle in his Scout career and we are very proud.

He also earned merit badges in swimming, music, and first aid. Way to go Ben!!

Creeping Along the Virginia Creeper

Regular readers of this blog (both of you) should be aware of my latest walking goal: section hiking all 34 miles of the Virginia Creeper Trail. Yesterday, we checked off another 3.5 mile section.

We parked at Alvarado and walked back to mile marker 5 (where we stopped last time, coming from Watauga). The Alvarado station is almost exactly halfway between mile markers 8 and 9.

We crossed the South Holston trestle over the "confluence" (love that word) of the middle and south forks of the Holston (very cool). We walked across some beautiful countryside, and through sections that had been blasted out of rocks. There was very little traffic on the trail yesterday, and despite being a little chilly in the shade, the weather was perfect.

I didn't take the camera, mostly because we walked the longest distance we have walked so far and I didn't want to slow us down, and because we carried a pack with water and snacks, and I didn't want to add any more weight than we had to. There is a bench and a really flat rock just past mile marker 5, so we stopped there for a snack.

On the return trip the boys decided to time themselves running for a full mile, so they ran from mile marker 7 to mile marker 8 (in eight minutes, in case you were wondering).

We left at 10:40 and were back at 1:10. We drove to Bristol and ate pizza at the Mad Greek. It was a really, really good day.

If you're keeping score at home, we've covered points 8 to 6 on the map below (since we've always done a "there and back" walk, we've actually covered it twice.) For our next trick, we may take two cars, park one at Alvarado and the other at Damascus, then walk straight through (about 8 miles).