Kale and clam soup again

It’s New Year’s Eve, the day beckoned with near freezing temps and a bit of a breeze, but low tide was conveniently at 11:50 AM and below normal to boot.

I was pleasantly surprised with less wind and even less water than predicted, and got my clams. Had to return to the beach twice because of extra clams tucked in my wander pockets, but not the first time I’ve done that.

Accidentally bought cilantro instead of parsley, so maybe that was the secret. Also helped that the kale used was extraordinarily sweet, so likely harvested after a frost. At any rate, here’s the recipe:

  • a dozen clams
  • about 3 or 4 cups of kale
  • about 5 ounces of white wine
  • a large onion, chopped
  • a handful of cilantro
  • several small red skin potatoes, cut into small chunks
  • several sprigs of rosenmary
  • about 1/2 cup olive oil
  • 1/3 stick of butter
  • 3 smallish stalks of celery, chopped

Heat up the olive oil, toss in the sprigs of rosemary, cook until ready then remove the rosemary.

Toss the butter on the olive oil, let melt

Throw in the onions and saute until just right, then throw in the wine. Add celery and kale and let simmer, adding clam stock as needed.

Prepare clams as usual, then toss back into the broth, adding water as needed. Chunk in the potatoes and let cook. Toss in the cilantro somewhere along the way,

Once potatoes are done, toss the veggies from the pan into the broth, and you’re good to go.

Serve with red pepper flakes/Tabasco.

The gravity of the situation

Dear Elementary School Teacher,

If I tell you that you are literally pulled by the moon, the planets, the stars, you might agree with me if you are into woo-woo and astrology.

If you pride yourself on logic and rationality, you will likely dismiss me as someone into woo-woo and astrology.

But I’m not. (Well, not astrology, anyway.)

Look at the above. m stands for mass. Now I am not clear on just whatever mass means, but I’m pretty sure I’m made of it (m1). I’m also pretty (but not as) sure Jupiter has mass (m2) as well. And if both hold, I am pulling on Jupiter.

Right now.

The same holds true for your students. Let them know this is what the scientists think. Every time a student of yours jumps, the force between them changes for an instant. ‘The universe has been perturbed.

Given that we’re on a spinning planet orbiting the same star that Jupiter swings around I guess the jumping part is unnecessary, but why not give the kids a reason to jump for science.

(No need to introduce the formula yet. Save them something for high school.)

Molting

As the daylight shortens and the shadows grow longer, critters, human and otherwise, hunker down for the hungry days.

A ghost crab sits at the edge of the bay, exposed by the low tide, molting its summer shell before crawling deep into the beach to wait out the dark.

My skin lightens, melanocytes no longer waving tentacles laden with packets of pigment, no need to do the work when it no longer matters.

Through billions of years of evolution, doing pointless work leads to extinction. Laziness is a gift.

And here we are, pretending machines can make the pointless worthwhile.

Me? Time for a handful of freshly made bread, time for a nap, time to sit in the still warm October light.