Saturday, February 8, 2014

A Coyote Rabbit Tail

A Facebook friend's inquiry about trickster stories brought this one to mind. I didn't find an 'official' version online right off so I recreated it from gauzy memory and solid pixie dust ...


Coyote and Rabbit were hanging out and wondering about the mysteries of women. Like what did the local hotties think of Coyote, and such. Coyote decides that disguising himself and sneaking into the women's sweat lodge ought to do the trick. Rabbit points out that a wig and an outfit might get him to the door but that Coyote had a prominent feature that might throw things off when it came time to go in. So Coyote takes off his penis and asks Rabbit to hold on to it for him during the reconnaissance mission.

[I think I first heard a version with it being a dance rather than a sweat ... maybe it was both ... anyway ...]

After passing as an old lady and quizzing the ladies, prodding for clues, and general listening in Coyote returns to the clearing where he had left Rabbit—with his penis—and there's no one to be seen. Aaiieee!

Coyote sets off on an angry/scared/desperate search for Rabbit. Coyote searches the night through and when Moon has gone to bed while Dawn is lightening the sky Coyote collapses next to a thicket in a dejected heap. Aaiieeeooo!

... And hears giggling and rustling coming from the thicket ... as a handful of broad smiling young ladies, in various states of dress, bust out of the thicket and disperse to the Four Directions while making breathy exhalations along the lines of,
"Wow, who'd have thought such a little guy would have such a ...".
 Coyote plunges in to investigate and finds a very satisfied looking languid Rabbit reclining in a small clearing at it's center.
"Rabbit I trusted you with my penis!!!"
roars coyote.
"But Coyote,"
replies Rabbit,
"It has been well cared for."
"While you danced and cajoled the ladies at the lodge your penis and I have pleasured five maidens—multiple times over ..."

"Well, there is that .."
says Coyote as Rabbit proffers him the penis. Looking down as he receives it, he adds,
"Well, at least someone had a good night ."
And returns Rabbit's broad grin with his own smile and laughter.

But that's not the end of the story ...

Saturday, December 14, 2013

Five Spice Pickled Tea Egg Musings and Sweet Banana Roti Memories

Hmm, I'm playing with a bit of brainstorming ... I wonder if one might be able to adapt Tea Eggs with vinegar (and maybe a bit of sugar)  into a sort of Five Spice Pickled Eggs which could be sealed shelf safe in Mason jars for later use.

Could filter (cheese cloth, coffee filter, etc.) the crockpot liquid the eggs were steeped in and then add vinegar and sugar. Perhaps dilute the Tea Egg liquid with water first if concerned about over seasoning or over coloring.

I assume it's best (probably in fact necessary) to remove the shells prior to canning as the vinegar (acid) would react with the eggshells (calcium) over time dissolving shell and weakening acid. I figure safe and savory vinegar ratios can be derived from traditional pickled egg recipes.

I'm thinking with a low enough pH (i.e high enough acidity) simple water bath canning would suffice. Although, perhaps with high temp pressure cooker canning some sort of straight Tea Egg (rather than vinegared Pickled Egg/Tea Egg hybrid) might be safely stored. Touch of calcium chloride (or similar agent) might be added as a sequestrant and firming agent to increase shelf stability if needed. Hmm, I'm slipping into minutia ...

Back to 'Five Spice Pickled Eggs' ideas—a simplified method (alas discarding the crackle patterning) would be to hard-boil a bunch of eggs, peel 'em, and then can  in Tea Egg inspired/flavoured pickling solution.

I'm imagining could either simmer peeled eggs in bulk in seasoned solution and then transfer to jars or simmer in jars via water bath from the 'get go'. If the later, would likely want to steep seasonings (spices, zest) with the tea to infuse into liquid or simmer before adding to jars.

It might be stylish to make a base liquid (tea, vinegar, salt, sugar) and then add whole spices to the jars. Envisioning piece of cinnamon stick, some peppercorns, slice of ginger, a few cloves, piece of star anise, and some curls of citrus zest swirled in jars of eggs. [I might be inclined to add a hot chili pepper or two]. Give 'em an extra long boil in the water bath and then let the 'em rest a coupla' weeks in the sealed jars to get well infused. Ya' know, throw a little printed fabric under the canning rings and ya' got a novel housewarming gift, etc., yada-yada ...

To sugar or not to sugar — one could likely come up with something quite nice with none at all, but I'm thinking a little would round things out and smooth the edge of the vinegar a bit. Alternatively, one might go 'full on' and take a cue from Sweet Gherkins, Candied Dills, Watermelon Rind Pickles, and such. But Tea Egg flavored instead. I'd be curious to find out how/if a high sugar pickling solution affects egg texture.

A sweet hard-boiled egg may seem counter intuitive to some, but consider sweet egg custard, and eggy batter  foods like crepes, waffles, cream puffs, french toast. I suspect it might be quite good.


... Sweet and w/ egg musing has led me to reminisce ...

When I grabbed a copy of "Let's Go Southeast Asia" and went to Thailand some years ago there was a divine treat called "Banana Roti" available from the occasional street vendor. Setup was generally a modest cart with a large round somewhat concave steel griddle. The vendor would work a small ball of dough into a disc—like starting a personal size pizza—and then give a good squirt of cooking oil onto the griddle and then lay in the dough to sizzle. Once the bottom had browned a bit they'd flip it and then crack an egg onto the dough circle and use their spatula to break the yolk and mix it up a some. Then they'd take a banana and use their spatula to swiftly rough dice it over the egg and dough. Then the dough would be folded to center from four sides to make a sealed envelope which would be turned a few times to further brown and cook through. When golden perfection had been achieved, it was pulled to a cutting board, cut a few times along width and length to make bite size squares, and then deftly slid 'en masse'  into a cardboard 'boat' (like fries and such come in sometimes). It was then drizzled with sweetened condensed milk and given a light sprinkle of granulated sugar. The vendor would then jab a bamboo skewer into one of the pieces as a utensil and serve it to you with a smile. Pure roadside nirvana.

When a roti cart come through the residential neighborhood in Chieng Mai—where the guesthouse I stayed at was tucked away—we reacted like a little kids running to an ice-cream truck.

I was surprised at how much I liked it at first, but when I broke it down ... egg, banana, milk, sugar, toasted wheat crust ... pretty much a banana custard which had been assembled a bit differently.

Regardless, yum, yum, yum, nom nom nom :  }

Sunday, November 3, 2013

Saturday, November 2, 2013

The green necessities of space ...

I've got a personal theory that in addressing some (many?) of the challenges absolutely necessary to achieve multi-generational human life beyond the confines of our home planet ('the Earth', Sol 3, Gaia, Terra, Mother Earth, 'here') we would learn things that directly address issues which are confronting us here on 'spaceship Earth'.

To set up long term space stations, Moon bases, Mars colonies, asteroid harvesting, etc. one directly and urgently needs to address recycling (and recyclability), moderate use of most resources, and employ non-fossil fuel based power sources. Also, non-petroleum fabrication materials as well. Oh, and in an enclosed environment pollution would also be a prime concern.

(Re)developing the social structures to thrive in semi-independent largely self sufficient groups seems likely to be culturally beneficial as well. High tech tribes?

It's hard to get much more 'off grid' than mining ore in the asteroid belt.

And that's just thinking in terms of our present solar system. Multi-generational ships headed farther afield would have even higher demands for economy and self sufficiency.

IMHO, The green necessities of space will serve the green concerns of Earth.


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And besides, it's kinda' fun to think of the planet as a big egg sac waiting to hatch. :  }

hmm, parallels might be drawn between fossil fuels and egg yolk ...

Maybe a cell division metaphor might be better, one where both parts live on ...

 hmm ...

Anyway, the South Park boys teamed up (posthumously) with Alan Watts to bring us this:




Friday, November 1, 2013

Nick Spits Ernie K-Doe


A bit manic, the energy, dancing about like fireflies at low frame rate. Attention flitting like the gaze of a nervous bird. Cocked my head to pause the maelstrom. Listening, feeling, breathing. Waiting to open.

A sinuous slow shake of spine starts at the head and neck and echoes down the spine rippling shoulders as it bounces back.

A toe taps as music soaks into the sway.

Come on white boy ...

Friday, October 25, 2013

quick brown lazy dog

words upon a page flow from fingers
tendon puppet threads tangle back to little gray cells
choreographed by ???
well that's the question isn't it?
spirit and soul.
words to fill the role.
water in a hollow bowl.

A quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog's back.

Dogma Runs Rampant, aka. "Yo', Son, Leash That Bitch!"

On Facebook, a friend who self identifies as a libertarian activist complemented, and shared a video excerpt from a interview with Russel Brand. A friend of his swiftly commented, "A far left tyrannical redistributionist is your new hero?" and they then proceeded to defuse the challenge and reaffirm their relationship by jointly constructing an interpretation which better fit within the bounds of accepted group dogma.

It's hilarious to me at this point how swiftly and judiciously some folks police any indication that one of their perceived peers may have drifted from the fold of pre-approved orthodoxy. Even within groups which like to claim distinctions of superior rationality. For instance, I find if one turns down the volume or ignores the words to focus on tone and body language, fundamentalist Atheists are pretty much indistinguishable from fundamentalist Baptists ... or Muslim fundamentalists or Hindu fundamentalists ... fundamentalists et al.


Tribal social primate formulas. One can plug in most any philosophical stance or 'cause' they wish. Regardless of the specific terms, the formula—the patterns, the relationship of the variables— stays the same. 

And people wonder why anyone other than engineers and such should wish to learn algebra?