Friday, April 28, 2006

brownies

My original thought was to bring fresh strawberry pie for Ellen and Kathy's going away party tommorrow night. However, as the week progressed, I really didn't have time to sit down and make the crust and get the strawberries. It was only this week where I hit Yerena Farms stand for fresh berries. I will wait until they get to the optimum color and make the pie. I could have gone to Ella Bella's but I have been with Yerena's for years and plus Ella Bella has barely started growing theirs. The strawberry crop is late this year with all the rain.

However, I was toying around with making peanut butter brownies but using Alferi Farm's almond butter with bits of almond brittle. It was an idea that Cindy Alferi has passed along to me awhile back and I decided, "Oh what the heck."

Brownies were a more practical choice because I can put them in my messenger bag with no fuss. I'm cycling a lot more to places now. The number of places are limited because I still don't want to lock up my bike in a public space and go on in and find it gone. Mostly I will have my bike where I can store it indoors or somewhere where I can see it promintely.

Now if only Timbuk2 made a messenger bag that you can tote bake goods in.

Anyways, enough of that- here are some of my brownie notes.

Almond butter- of course I used Alferi's almond butter with almond brittle. Gary, Marie, and Cindy and company have been really great giving me ideas for using nuts and dried fruits in many of my recipies. Cindy is the baker in the group and she and I have traded some recipies in the past. It seems like whenever I look at a recipie, I try to incorporate their products into it.

Butter- Spring Hill Jersey butter with a hint of salt. Spring Hill is a dairy in Petaluma and they have excellent cheeses and butters. I have used their cheese in the past for making a pie. The butter is great! I used it in a couple recipies so far for baking and it has been a hit!

Chocolate- Scharffen Berger 99% cacao. Basically a good unsweetened chocolate. They are locally made in Berkeley and I've had great success with their products.

Flour- King Arthur All Purpose White Flour. Now a lot of pie and pastry books I have read have given high accolades for this flour. It's actually my first time trying it so I'm looking forward to the results.

Before coming home to bake, I was at a houseparty I spoke at for two AIDS/ LifeCycle cyclists. It was a dessert party and lots of yummy desserts to share and eat. I had my sugar fix so I am bouncing off the walls right now. One of the guests brought over a dessert made of flan and chocolate cake layered together. The three of us started talking about baking- me, the person who made the flan and his friend. The friend made breads. We talked about how baking, though at times time consuming, can bring out a creative vibe and artistic part in ourselves. I told the two of them that I liked making my own crust without a food processor. I might change my mind if I have to make pies in bulk but I'll get to that bridge sooner or later.

The brownies are now done and smell just absolutely devine. I'm sure Ellen and Kathy and company will devour them tommorrow night.

Friday, April 21, 2006

W's F.U. to California

I honestly think Dubya wants us as California to jump in the lake and stay there.

This morning on NPR, I heard a clip that Governer Schwartzengger was going to ask President Bush directly that California needs emergency funds to fix the levees in several areas of the state that have been devistated and could rupture in the next major storm. Just now, I read on sfgate.com that W said "no" to the Governator's request. The Governator, before asking Bush, asked the Secretaries for the Department of the Interior and the Department of Homeland Security for the funds. They said no as well.

I think this is Bush's way of saying that California didn't support him so why should he support California. He figures that after all, California is practically another country and an economic power that he can stomp all over upon. So what if California goes underwater, big deal. Middle America can find other places for good produce and entertainment and other things.

What a dummy.

Thursday, April 20, 2006

Shake Rattle and Roll

This past month or so, I have been taking a keen interest in the 1906 Great Quake and Fire that shook and destroyed most of San Francisco. In taking tours provided by SF City Guides, I got to learn a lot about the fires and what happened around that time. I have one more tour in the 3 part series to take and that's one that is going to be held in the Presidio where a lot of the folks stayed in camps after the quake.

San Francisco once again was on the radar screen of every news outlet throughout the month of April and the week up to the date of the big one, April 18, 1906. I woke up early on Tuesday morning to go to the Centennial Commemoration . MUNI was giving free bus rides that day and on the 38 Owl that is usually packed with folks working in the financial district getting ready for a day in the markets in New York, everyone came on.

We all gathered on the intersection of Market and Kearney. Traffic was blocked off at 4th and Market at the eastern border and Mission Street was open to traffic. We all gathered at Lotta's Fountain which was a fountain built after the quake and the money to make this happen was by Carlotta Crabtree. In 1910, there was a concert at the fountain and by then, there were throngs of earthquake survivors.

There were a good mix of folks from other parts of the Bay as well as San Franciscans. The SFFD demonstrated a ladder that could reach up to 5 stories and it was one of the old time ladders. Mayor Gavin Newsom interviewed a dozen earthquake survivors who were youngesters at the time. One now lives in Los Angeles and the crowd in jest booed (due to the Giants/ Dodger rivalry). Another one at 107 years old still works 2 days a week stocking shelves at Andronicos Market in the Inner Sunset. My favorite one was one that was not technically a suvivor but she called herself, "The Best of the Quake." She told the story about how her parents had to camp out in a tent in Golden Gate Park and the tent was cold at night. She went on to say that the two of them had to cuddle to keep warm and when you cuddle, you make a baby. She was born in that tent nine months later. She was a hoot and kept me in stitches. I couldn't see the stage or the expression on Mayor Newsom's face but I'm sure he took it all in stride.

Then came the tradition of laying a wreath on Lotta's Fountain at 5:12am, the time the earthquake struck. A hush fell over the crowd as church bells rang, the city's disaster alarm system pealed through the air continously and fire engines and police sirens sounded off. From what I learned on the tours, the Earthquake damaged a lot of the City's water supply and cut off the electricity where the fire alarms in the City's firehouses operated on. The Fire Chief at the time who had a master plan of how to get the city mobilized in an event of a major distaster perished the morning of the earthquake and he was the only one with a plan. The earthquake did sizable damage throughout the Bay Area. However, fires started because gas mains were broken and a spark set off the fires that consumed San Francisco for three days. People thought San Francisco was destroyed, never to rise ever again.

But those critics were wrong. People banded together to help each other out. The mayor at the time brought together business and leaders of the community to get the government going and order put into place. The mayor disregarded his Board of Superviors since they weren't much good for anything those days. And San Francisco rose again like the phoenix rising from the ashes. That is why you see the phoenix on the seal of San Francisco. Actually before the earthquake and fire of 1906, San Francisco when it first boomed during the gold rush kept on burning down every so often but it kept on rising from the ashes.

As we sang the song "San Francisco", I looked around and cannot be more proud to call myself a San Francisco resident. The city has gone through so much and in the face of each disaster that could claim the lives and the people of a city, San Francisco has gotten stronger with each setback. There is also an air of community and commraderie that is found in small towns and not often in large cities.

After the ceremonies, I headed over to Cody's Books and listened to a lecture given my Mark Klett and Rebecca Solnit, authors of the book After the Ruins, 1906 and 2006 Rephotographing the San Francisco Eathquake and Fire. I bought a copy of the book and had the authors sign it. Before the lecture, Cody's staff were serving coffee, tea and donuts. And they were nice and warm too!

In one of the photos, Klett was talking about the damage that the quake did at Stanford University down in the Penninsula. He commented that after the quake, a group of geologists got together down there and earthquake science was born. It reminded me when the AIDS pandemic first broke out in the City in 1981 and the community's response to the pandemic which was one of action where people needed to be informed and educated, folks made meals for those who were sick and alone, churches and organizations opened their doors to those who were affected since most of the doors were completely shut on them once people found out about their illness. As I was commenting this to Klett as he signed my book, one of the staffers from Cody's told me about how New York City responded to the pandemic when it first broke out which was one of denial and secrecy. I have to say that we as San Francisco residents have this resilence inside of us and this spirit of community that can't be matched.

I then went home and hopped into bed to go to work later that morning. I am really proud to be a San Franciscan. Now people are waiting when am I turning in my Dodger cap in favor of a Giant's cap. I say "never!"

As I said before, you can take the Pinay out of Los Angeles but you can't take Los Angeles out of a Pinay.

Tuesday, April 18, 2006

No, seriously, Peeps are crap!

I think I have developed a love-hate relationship with Peeps. Today at work, there was an open box of Peeps with two pink chicks left. It was lying in the conference room and I snagged one, wondering how they actually tasted like.

It's good but disgustingly sweet. I swear I was bouncing off the walls after I consumed my Peep and had the worst sugar crash a few hours later. It reminded me of the time when Chad, Albert, and I consumed a whole bag of Halloween candy corn and candy pumpkins. I swear we all wanted to hurl after that experience. Now when I see a bag of candy corn or candy pumpkins, it makes me want to run as far as I can.

With Peeps, I don't fear them as much as candy corn or candy pumpkins. But I thin I will only have one Peep once a year.

And how do I eat my Peep? I'll eat the head last. However, before I consume the head, I put the Peep head in my mouth where the Peep head is sticking out and make people laugh.

Peeps...I'll pass...

Saturday, April 15, 2006

Mmm...Peeps!!!


For some people, the indicators of Spring come in many forms. For me, I know it's spring when I see green garlic, strawberries, asparagus, daffodils and sweet pea blossoms at the shelves of the Farmer's Market. For others, it's the bright pastel colors, the arrival of light cotton and linen clothes, Easter eggs and bunnies, and chicks.

For some, it's Peeps.

Peeps are the marshamallow chicks that the Just Born candy company mass produces billions of these little things each year and dot the shelves. The chicks come in yellow, pink, blue, lavender and white as well as they have bunny counterparts. A few years ago, Just Born decided to put Peeps in other seasons and other shapes such as pumpkins, snowmen, hearts and I'm not sure what else.

Peeps are part of the American spring time icons and rituals. Some people have certain ways of eating them and others find delight in putting Peeps through various scientific experiments. Some find ways of entertaining themselves with Peeps. One popular "Peeps" show is Peep fencing where you stick a toothpick into a Peep's beak, have them face off and put them somewhat close together, set the timer and go! The Peeps rock back and forth, the toothpicks looking like they are sword fighting. There is really no winner because either a) one Peep will poke the other Peep and the Peep explodes or b) both Peeps explode.

I don't really like marshmallows so Peeps were not my favorite candies of choice for Easter. However, my friend Craig finds Peeps to be very kitchy. A few years ago, when Craig was the AIDS/ LifeCycle director, for Easter, he gave each of the staff a box of Peeps. A few weeks ago, I stopped by the LifeCycle office and saw that Susan still had her box of Peeps. I would poke fun of her and her Peeps. Around that same time, I was browsing through a Williams-Sonoma catalog, the April edition and lo and behold, I found a kit where you can make homemade marshmallow chicks. The kit included the marhsmallow mix, the molds for the chicks, the colored sugars and even the candy eyes to put on the peeps. I told Susan about this and we decided to e-mail Craig this link since you could only get the kit by ordering it in the catalog or the Internet. Unfortunately, we couldn't find the kit on Williams-Sonoma's website. However, with a trusty Google search, we found a similar Make Your Own Peeps kit from Wham-O (the toy company of yesteryear) and sent Craig the link for that.

Just this morning, I happened to be browsing on NPR's website and I found a story on making a chocolate and marshmallow pie using Peeps. I just had to laugh and sent the link to Susan, Nick and Tilmin. Til had a suggestion that we make this for one of our friends for Orientation Day on AIDS/ LifeCycle. So for kitchiness, Til is going to make this pie for Ken aka Chicken Lady. For those of you that have done any of the AIDS Rides produced by Pallotta Team Works (i.e. California AIDS Ride, D.C. AIDS Ride, Twin Cities AIDS Ride, Texas AIDS Ride, etc) or AIDS/ LifeCycle, Chicken Lady happens to be one of the participants who rides with chickens on her helment, a chicken purse and a basket attached to her bike filled with pastic eggs. On the morning of Day 7 of ALC 3 in Ventura, I awoke to find a plastic egg on my bike seat filled with a special message from Chicken Lady. All my other co-horts found eggs on their seats too filled with special messages.

My ex-boyfriend Joe and I had a running joke regarding Peeps. Every time I would mention them, he would say, "Peeps are crap!" Being the chemical engineering nerd that he is (I say this is jest and kindness) he one time admitted that he was one of those mad scientists that did wierd experiments on Peeps and found its chemical properties. One time, I made him pancit canton for dinner and got a few bottles of San Miguel beer to wash it down. (San Miguel beer is from the Philippines). As a joke, for dessert, I got him a pack of pumpkin shaped Peeps for dessert. He made a face, chuckled and said, "Peeps are crap!" and chased me around the apartment, trying to catch me and tickle me for suggesting it as a dessert.

All and all, the sight of Peeps make me smile and laugh about friends and memories of yesteryear. I think about Craig, Susan, Cadby and the other folks working hard that year to launch AIDS/ LifeCycle. I think about my Joe and our happy times that we had. The smiles and laughter to cut through the cold and gloom and rain, indicating that spring has arrived.

Thursday, April 13, 2006

Here Comes The Sun...doo dee doo doo

Finally there is blue sky and warmth and sunshine in the City!!!

Sunday, April 02, 2006

Give me your tired, your poor, your weary...your farmworkers, maintence staff and construction workers...and we'll charge them as felons!!!

Ok, very long title for my post but sums up my anger for this week. Yes, the Angry Asian Girl is in the house in full effect boiling with rage.

The House of Representatives have passed a bill that would classify undocumented immigrants as felons and slap felony charges on organizations or people that help them.

Why am I having a feeling of deja vu? California's mean spirited Propostion 187 crica 1994 coming back in style as federal policy?

There's so much anger coursing through my veins. Enough where I was shaking my fist at God and cursing "WHY?" I felt ashamed of my country tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of the I sing (not like some contestant on American Idol). What happened to the words engraved on the plaque of the Statue of Liberty, "Give me your tired, your poor, your weary..." welcoming immigrants from all over the place, first from Europe going through Ellis Island. Did all of a sudden, the Statue of Liberty turned up her nose and turned her back on people coming into this country, the land of opportunity, Gold Mountain to the Chinese immigrating to California in the 1800s?

I know for classification sake in the federal system, an alien is someone not from this country. Now calling undocumented immigrants "illegal aliens" conjures up images of people dressed in space suits and green skin speaking some strange language and taking over the world like the ones you see in 1950s B-movies. But calling people that come over here not through the "correct channels" illegal immigrants...shit, that is like slapping someone in the face. Just because they aren't white like whole milk and fair skinned and do not speak perfect American English, you shouldn't demoralize them.

If you have ever traveled down I-5 past San Diego to the border of Mexico, you know that the INS (immigration and naturalization service) has checkpoints. You see the yellow diamond shaped road sign with a silloute of a mother, father and child being holding each others hands and fleeing and it looks like the kid is flying through the air, this sign cautioning people crossing the border and running through the roads. These signs denoting motorists to be careful or that a checkpoint is coming up.

A lot of people, when they think of the word, "illegal alien" they think of folks sneaking through the Mexican border through the stills of the night. Think about it. If you really want to curb immigration, why don't we grill all the passengers coming in from international flights and seeing if they are really just coming for a visit or just letting their visa expire and hoping they won't be caught and sent home. That's another form of an illegal alien. They are breaking the law by extending their stay and living on the edge of not being caught by INS. The undocumented immigrant can come in the form of someone visiting family in the United States and never coming back to their home country. The undocumented immigrant can come in the form of a mail order bride whose spouse got them through a spousal visa but is taken away because she leaves him and can't stand living with him and his boorish habits and ways. The undocumented immgrant comes in the form of a refugee fleeing a war torn country and knows that if he or she goes back to their native land, their lives are in danger.

I don't think most immigrants would look at countries like looking at products in a catalog and say, "Hmmm...let's go to the United States and take their jobs and have kids there that flood the school system and take advantage of their health care system." They did not come to wreak havoc. They came to make a better life for themselves and their children. I mean my parents did that. Yes, they immigrated through legal means but a lot of people will do anything, just about anything to get out of a bad situation in their home country, whether political, economic or personal.

My co-worker Mike told me about a documentary called, "A Day Without A Mexican". It was about if there were not the undocumented immigrants that worked some of the jobs here in the states, the food supply would come to a complete halt, the hotels would not be running, and everything will be really flithy and a lot of children will be really crying and working mothers will have to quit their aspiring careers. The same people who say that illegal immigrants are taking away jobs are the same ones who do not want to work 12-14 hours a day picking produce, cleaning hotel rooms, washing dishes at the five star restaurants or taking care of junior while Mom and Dad go to their high powered jobs to pay for the upscale private pre-school that guarantees your kid will go to Harvard (God forbid any other Ivy League schools is sloppy seconds) or cavort in the Hamptons. These same people that want them to do those menial jobs don't pay for their social security taxes or offer them health care benefits. Just do the work like a mule, forgetting that they are a human being, that they have needs too and a family to take care of whether it is caring for their own children or sending money home to their home country. The scary part is that immigration actually fuels the economy of some countries. For example, people from the Philippines who immigrate to other countries, legally or illegally, send back enough money to the Philippines that it funds almost 10% of the national economy. Since when is human labor all of a sudden a commodity? Should human labor be bottled, sold, and traded on the world market? I can imagine the nightly news saying, "Today on the world market, Filipino Human labor is down 3 1/2 points while Human Labor from the Indian Subconinent is up 5 1/8th points..."

I know I'm digressing a lot and going off on a lot of tangents on this issue. I am angry, confused, puzzled and to an odd point, heartened. Now you might think why would the last emotion come out of me on such a charged issue. I heard on NPR this week, both the national and state news feeds, that teenagers in the Central Valley used text messages and posting on myspace to create buzz about this issue, to take to the streets and protest. I'm sure there are some finding a way to cut class and get out of some borning lecture on the Pythagorean theorem in math class or to watch "Ben Hur" in wolrd history class or to run the mile in P.E. But I think most of the students walking out of class in protest of this bill going through the House and sadly passing are deeply arffected. At least there are some people that have that spirit of change and taking charge in something other than themselves is still there even in this materialistic, myspace generation.

I can go on and on about this issue. At least I got some of the stuff off my chest.