Allyson

I’m not a huge fan of hash, to be honest. However, I am a BIG fan of using up leftovers. The other day when it was hot, I used our Westinghouse to cook up a whole turkey (it was small, only 15 lbs or so). I’ve been using it in sandwiches and salads since last week, which has saved us turning the stove on during hot weather. As with Thanksgiving turkey, after a while you tend to run out of the usual leftover turkey dishes. I was looking for something different but yummy, and this was the recipe I found. This is my take on one by DownShiftOlogy. It was so delicious that we’ve decided to make it again, and soon! This dish serves two people.

Ingredients:

• 1 medium or a couple of small red potatoes
• olive oil
• 1 small yellow or red onion, in half circles
• 2 green onions, sliced
• 2 garlic cloves, minced
• 1 cup cooked turkey, diced finely
• ½ cup thick sliced mushrooms (optional)
• ½ cup rough diced bell peppers (optional)
• 1-½ tsp finely chopped fresh thyme (or ½ teaspoon dried thyme)
• salt and pepper to taste
• 4 eggs

Cook your potatoes until they are barely soft. I did mine in the microwave, but you can easily use leftover potatoes, or even frozen hash browns for this. Dice the potatoes into small pieces, about a half inch square. I like the skin; your mileage may vary. Feel free to discard it if you wish.

Oil a large cast iron (or other) pan and add in the onions and potatoes, and cook until the onions begin to soften. Add in the mushrooms and bell pepper, if you will be using them. Continue to cook until the mushrooms are soft and cooked. You want to leave the contents of the pan in a single layer, as much as possible, and don’t touch them for about four to five minutes. This lets the bottom get crispy and golden.

Add in the green onion and garlic, and gently stir. Cook for another minute or two. Add in the turkey and spices. Saute for another five to ten minutes, or until everything is thoroughly warmed.

In another non-stick pan, cook two eggs per person. These can be fried or poached, as you wish. Keep the yolks soft, unless you have picky eaters who simply can’t tolerate it.

Serve up on a plate with half of the hash and the two eggs on top. There’s no need for toast, with this meal, but it’s a welcome addition if you have some.

Notes:

If you like spicy, sprinkle the entire plate with a good quality sriracha. This adds both color and flavor, as well as a dash of heat.

This hash is lightly based off an African dish called shakshuka. You can find it here, if you’d like to check it out!

So what I do, when I’m out and attending events, is I set up a historically inspired or historically accurate (depending on the event) encampment. I dress the part, I cook meals either inspired by or directly from recipes of the time period. While I’m not perfect, I try to be very aware of what’s modern and what’s not, so that I can explain to any interested onlookers.

This lends itself well to gadget building. Not modern camping gadgets, though. While those are nice, they’re not replaceable. I can enjoy them, but only in moderation. I’m talking about the kind of gadgets you can build on site, for each event. Or they take so few resources that you can carry said resources with you. When looking into these types of items, I almost always turn to the Boy Scouts (mostly “of old” because the modern ones seem to have lost some of the sauce that made them special, but whatever). They have great publications, both on and offline.

When you look at paintings and sketches and such of earlier time periods, you learn things. A lot of the images contain people doing normal human things. Laundry, cooking, writing home, lounging, and the like. It’s the details I look for, though. What do they have around the fire? Are their tools laying on the ground, or hanging, or what? Where are their towels? How do they hang their wet laundry? What do their tables look like?

Chris is making some shelves for me, and probably a box that is both dry larder and a hide for my very modern cooler. It will look like a standard wooden chest, but will contain some build in shelves for canned and other dry goods, and a big section to slide my cooler into. When the lid is closed, it’ll be just like any other piece of camp furniture. And it will break down and flat-pack in the truck, which is a personal requirement I have of most items.

But there are other, little gadgets that I need in my encampment, and I’m in the process of learning how to make them. The first and most important one for me is a garbage bag holder. I know it seems stupid, but I need to have a modern garbage bag on hand for my very modern garbage… but I don’t want it in plain view. I’m going to be using a “three stave” version (the pic to the right is a four stave style), with either twine or small branches going between the tops of the staves. My garbage bag will be inside a large cotton canvas bag, which will in turn be draped over the staves. Voila, something that doesn’t take away from the camp look, but allows me easy access to my rubbish bin.

The Boy Scouts have a bunch of cool gadget pages, but the best is the Scout Pioneering “camp gadgets” page. If you read through, there are literally hundreds of projects, some large and many small. The second gadget that I’ll be making is a pot holder. This one, like the garbage bin, doesn’t require any twine or tying. For each end of the two sticks, you drive a criss cross of pegs which can be made of any bits of wood laying around. Lay the rods or sticks on top, and now you have a place out of the dirt to put your washing to dry, or the lid off your dutch oven. I have a trivet that I’ve used previously, but this is a much better alternative and one I can install along the far side of my fire. It will have the added benefit of keeping patrons from walking into the fire pit (which is actually a larger problem than you might think).

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Considering my post from yesterday and the “Nazi salute” that prompted it, I thought this was germane to the moment. 😉

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My kid has been harassing me to go to a friend’s wedding at an event this fall. I didn’t want to go to the event, but I did want to go to the wedding. These are friends who showed up to their first event and had a catastrophic failure with their food, and ended up at a 4 day event with nothing to eat but nuts. My household “rescued” them, fed them, loved them. They, in turn, adopted my kid (they’re only a couple of years older than my kid, though at the time they were young adults working full time and mine was still in high school). I’ve always been proud of that, the concept of being there to help and offer a hand up to people.

Now, those people are definitely on the Left. But they were, I thought, good people. And on one level they are. They do help others, support people down on their luck, and pass along the help we gave to them. But they are not the type of good people I thought they were.

Today, my very disturbed (adult) kid came to me and said that they’d spoken to those people… and that they didn’t want me at their wedding. I was too extreme. Apparently, when I “supported Elon Musk doing a Nazi salute” they were all done with me, and deleted me. Kid is gutted, apologetic, unsure of what to do.

I’d assumed they’d stopped following me. I’ve unfollowed a few people on social media that I’m still very good friends with. Sometimes, your religion or your politics or some other belief is just too much, and you don’t want to see it. You unfollow them but remain friends, as they say on Facebook. That way, I don’t have to read their posts about their parakeet, their love of Kamala Harris, or their hatred of their job. Or whatever it is I’m tired of seeing. Sometimes I “snooze” people, and sometimes I unfollow them. I VERY rarely unfriend someone, though. I actually want to know the other side of things, and seek out diverse input about various things. To me, that’s vital if you want to be good at … well, pretty much anything.

In any case, I knew they were very Left, and had assumed I’d been unfollowed, just as I’d unfollowed them. No harm, no foul. Despite the mismatch of political beliefs (and I can’t say opposite, because there are still things I heartily agree with them on), I’d always gotten along with them in person. They decided no.

These are people who know me to be kind, helpful, and generous with my time, my resources, and my knowledge. They know all my various niches and labels. But they were so offended that I had a thought opposite to their political ideology, that they had to not only not read my stuff (understandable) but had to remove themselves from me entirely. Online, offline, whatever, they don’t want anything to do with me.

Once more, I find myself disappointed, in people I considered friends, and in myself. Perhaps it’s the sting of the rejection, but I ask myself, was I so poor a judge of character? Again, I haven’t changed. My beliefs are still the same. Some of my opinions have changed because I’ve learned more and educated myself on subjects, but my morals and ethics are still the same.

The thing is, I’m sure they think the same thing. I’m absolutely certain that they were concerned for my kid, worried about her having a parent who thinks like I do. And that concern is likely genuine. But how am I supposed to trust in that again? It makes me ill and I really just don’t know what to think about the whole thing.

I’m disappointed in them. They accepted my hospitality when it suited them, but turned their back the moment it wasn’t all unicorn farts and rainbows. And that hurts.

My (former) best friend walked away because of my politics. That hurt more than I can describe. And you know what? If she showed up on my doorstep tomorrow, asking for help, I would help her. That’s me. That’s what I do.

But man, my patience is starting to wear awful thin.

I can’t write more about this right now. I’m too raw and angry and frustrated. And I’m too damn hot, because the lowest temperature my room has been at in 48 hours is 82*F.

We love salmon in our home, and I cook it in a variety of different ways. This, however, is my “signature” recipe and it’s the one I get requests for most often. This salmon can be eaten with “the usual suspects” as sides (pasta/potato/rice, salad/steamed veg), or you can shred it after cooking and toss it over a cold salad for a summer treat. Check out the notes below, as there are cooking options listed!

Ingredients:

• 4 to 6 oz salmon per person (filet, not steaks)
• oil for cooking
• soy sauce
• fresh lemon, half sliced and half juiced
• good quality balsamic vinegar (like this one)
• white wine (optional)
• minced garlic (fresh or dried)
• salt and pepper to taste
• fresh herbs: thyme, oregano, rosemary, winter savory, dill are usual

Preheat your oven to 400*F. In a high edge pan or cast iron pan, add some olive oil or other heat safe oil and spread it over the bottom of the pan. Add in your salmon pieces, skin down. Drizzle with soy sauce, the half of a lemon’s juice, about a tablespoon or more of the vinegar, and a dash of wine if you like. Then top with the garlic, herbs, salt, and pepper. You can use dried herbs, about a total of a tablespoon of herbs per 6 oz of salmon. Fresh herbs are, in my opinion, better.

Pop the salmon into the oven and bake for about 25 minutes. Using a thermometer, check for a finished temperature between 125* and 145* F (I like mine more rare, but some people don’t like to risk it and cook it for longer). Check the temp at the fattest part of the salmon. If you don’t have a thermometer, you can try flaking the fat part of the salmon; when it flakes easily and is no longer fleshy and dark pink, it’s ready.

Let this sit on the counter, out of the oven, for about five minutes. This lets the juices settle and the flavors mingle.

Notes:

You can cook this on your stove top, at a medium heat. Using a pan large enough for your salmon, begin with the salmon skin-side down. Cook until you start to see the cooked part of the salmon not quite to the half way point. Flip the salmon over, and continue to cook for about 2 minutes, then flip so the skin is down again. Cook until the salmon is done (see instructions above). If you have a very fat part of salmon, you can put a couple of tablespoons of water or wine or broth into the pan and put a lid over it while cooking.

You can cook this on your grill! If you have a fish grill basket, you can use that. If you don’t, then use a cast iron pan or pick up disposable mesh grill mats. Don’t try to grill salmon directly on your grill bars, because they’re too far apart and your salmon will end up in the fire, and you will be sad.

Though I haven’t tried it, I’d warrant you could even cook this in your air fryer or your slow cooker (though I’d be wary of that last). Enjoy!

You can have the most guns, the biggest stockpile of rice and beans, and all the best shelter, and still not be prepared to survive.

Mindset is the absolute most important thing you have to prepare for an emergency. Whether it’s a zombie apocalypse, a hostile nation bombing us, or a fire in your dryer hose, having the right knowledge and mindset is what will allow you to survive.

It’s easy to figure out infrastructure things. Do you have X number of cans of protein, and X number of bags of carbs? Check. You’re done. Even stuff like first aid is pretty straight forward. The way you take care of a broken leg is going to be largely the same no matter the situation you’re in. It’s less easy to teach yourself how to behave in an emergency.

Years ago, I was a part of St. John Ambulance. When I first joined, I took the standard first aid courses available. I then went on to take more advanced ones. At that point, my captain took me out to events to see how I’d do. The answer was, I did alright on the technical front (I knew what equipment to use, in what order) but I did shitty on the attitude front. It wasn’t that I was squeamish (frankly, doesn’t matter if you can get the job done). It was that my reaction to nerves was to giggle. Let me tell you that most hockey players do not want a giggling young adult female tending to their gaping wounds. I had to find a way to fix it.

My captain was a practical man. He decided to just work it out of me. He took me with him to some of the most brutal scenes I’ve ever witnessed. I’ve held the hand of a woman who was dying because a seatbelt eviscerated her and help was much too far away. I’ve held gauze in the open wound of a hockey player who had his neck slashed accidentally. I’ve ridden on the chest of a man while giving compressions, while being rushed to an ambulance, on the bus, and into the hospital. After a while, I stopped giggling. It wasn’t that any of it became normal. There is no normal when you are dealing with dying people. It’s that I stopped responding with the giggles.

I still giggle, and sometimes cry, and often get shakes. It’s just that those are now my reaction AFTER the emergency is over. During the emergency, I go all deadly calm, I talk softly and move slowly and deliberately, and I get shit done. There’s time for panic and upset after, but when an emergency is … well, emerging, you just Git’er’done.

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I think that, from our current relatively enlightened viewpoint, we can all admit that slavery is wrong. Heck, I’m even polite to the Google Lady on my phone (who’s technically just a tech-slave), just in case the computers take over.

That said, I have to admit that I have enjoyed being able to get some of the stuff I have from China, Taiwan, and other Asian countries. This means I have supported slave labor. If you’ve bought anything from Temu, or any Chineseum knock offs from Amazon, you’ve supported slave labor. Hell, if you’ve bought peeled garlic, you’ve supported slave labor. I would hazard to guess that most people in America (or any of the first world countries) have supported slave labor at some point in their lives. We’re consumer creatures, and that means we buy cheap whenever we think it’s worth it. Cheap pretty much means slave labor. If you think you’re outside that broadly painted stroke, you’re probably wrong (unless you live off grid in the middle of nowhere and are mostly self sufficient, in which case I apologize for lumping you in).

Every person who’s supported gun control has chosen slavery. Every person who’s supported taxing the rich to give to the poor has chosen slavery. Every poor person who votes for more bread and circuses has chosen slavery. Freedom isn’t comfortable, and slavery often is. After all, as a slave, you don’t have to think or be responsible for things. It’s just easier. As a slave, you can be ignorant. After all, you’re “only” a slave. And you’re protected from the consequences of your actions. Slaves, after all, are owned by the ruling class. Therefore, any errors on the slave’s part are actually errors of the ruling class, not the slave.

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I have always loved green goddess dressing. It’s creamy and refreshing, and so garlicky! This recipe teaches you how to make it yourself, and then uses it to make some delicious meatballs. I hope you like this as much as I do.

Ingredients:

• 1 small garlic clove, peeled and smashed
• ½ cup Greek or cashew yogurt
• ½ cup mayonnaise
• ½ cup packed fresh parsley, coarsely chopped
• ¼ cup fresh tarragon, coarsely chopped
• ¼ cup thinly sliced chives
• 1 tsp finely grated lemon zest
• 1 tbsp fresh lemon juice
• ½ tsp fish sauce or 1 anchovy fillet
• kosher salt
• freshly ground black pepper
• 1 large egg
• ½ cup panko or breadcrumbs
• 1 tsp salt
• freshly ground black pepper
• 1 lb ground chicken or turkey
• cooking spray
• cooked orzo, for serving (optional)

In a blender or food processor, add the garlic, yogurt, mayonnaise, parsley, tarragon, chives, lemon zest, lemon juice, fish sauce, 1/2 tsp of salt, and a few grinds of pepper. Blend or pulse the ingredients together until smooth. Season with more salt and pepper, if needed. Transfer 1/4 cup sauce to a large bowl (for the meatballs). Transfer remaining sauce to a medium bowl and refrigerate until ready to use.

In the large bowl with the sauce, add your egg, panko or breadcrumbs, salt, and a few grinds of pepper. Stir to combine, then add the ground chicken and gently mix to combine (do not over-mix). You want to use your hands for this, rather than a fork or spoon. Make sure you have the panko and spices well integrated. Refrigerate until mixture firms up, about 10 minutes.

Arrange a rack in center of oven, and pre-heat it to 450*F. Lightly grease a lipped baking sheet with cooking spray or cover it with parchment paper. Roll the meat mixture into 20 balls and arrange them on prepared baking sheet.

Bake the meatballs, watching closely, until cooked through and browned on top, 6 to 8 minutes. Turn the meatballs over and continue to cook for 5 to 8 minutes, checking for doneness. Divide the orzo (if you are using it) among plates. Top the orzo with meatballs, then drizzle with the refrigerated green goddess sauce.

Notes:

This recipe originally called for broiling the meatballs, but I find you get much better results if you bake them instead. It takes a bit longer, but it’s worth it. You can check your meatballs for readiness by cutting one in half to see if it’s cooked through, or you can use a meat thermometer to check if the internal temperature has reached 165*F.

I made a double batch of the dressing, and I’m glad I did. This stuff is delicious! Beware; you will not have to worry about vampires for a couple of days after eating this.

I use cashew yogurt in this because I’m allergic to dairy. There’s barely any difference in the end result. You can make the dressing vegan by using a vegan mayo, such as Nayanaise, or just leaving that out entirely and using the cashew (or other non-dairy) yogurt. The herbs are the star of this dressing, so feel free to experiment with it a bit. I’ll be doing some experimenting this week, when I add winter savory to mine!

Allyson sticking her nose in here. I’m taking over Tuesday Tunes to provide you with the following joyous music:

Why “I Will Survive”? Let me tell you why.

For years I have been telling women in my friend circle and beyond that they are in charge of their rights. We’re all taught that when we drive a car, we must look where we want the car to go. Our focus will generally make the car go in that direction. That is not just true of cars; it’s true of pretty much everything. I have flat out told women, if you want to avoid a future that involves being used as a hired womb, then stop acting like it.

I might wear the red robes as a chuckle for Halloween. You won’t find me being fitted into them for anything else, though. I stand up for myself. I stand up to my man when he’s wrong. I stand up and admit when I’m wrong. I own my successes and my failures.

Anyone can be chained. Only you yourself can make you a *slave* though. I refuse to be a slave to anything other than my own passions.

No matter what, I will survive.

So there’s a lot going on right now. Politically speaking, here in America we’re preparing for the “no kings day” bullshit. There are the usual California summer riots (pick your flavor), though it should be noted they’re only taking up a tiny portion of Los Angeles despite what the media would like you to believe. There’s the other protests and riots about immigration. On top of that, you have people who are boycotting the Fourth of July because of the bad orange man, and are instead planning funerals or some such. Israel just bombed Iran, which could get dicey. Ireland is having its own violent protests about immigration. On and on.

The shit may not hit the fan this weekend. It might not do so this year. Hell, it’s entirely possible it may never happen. That’s my favorite option, though I don’t ever count on it. I plan for “it goes down today” and hope for “never happens and you’re left with food in the basement for any other kind of emergency.”

I’m not doing anything special to prep for tomorrow. I’m over at my partner’s place, and we’re going to sit quietly at home. We might go for a walk in the local forest, but that’s about it. There aren’t any things planned for either his area or mine (btw, this is one of the reasons why I still have friends on the Left… so I know where and when shit goes down), but we don’t want to chance it. Sunday we have to go out of town to pick up a wall tent for 18th century and medieval events, but we’re going from one small town to another small town, all in one state in which he has a carry permit for. While he’s nominally Left(ish), he’s hella 2A positive, and he’s also not afraid to drive over someone to protect me or us. So I feel relatively safe. I know he won’t slow down if people are doing stupid stuff on one of the side roads we have to drive on.

No, I don’t carry. There are reasons, but frankly it’s nunya*. I fully support 2A, and I pick partners who are both 2A positive, and like to carry on the regular. I arm myself in other ways. Also, frankly… having boobs helps. Don’t ask, just accept. Anyhow…

My house has food. If the worst happened and martial law was called for, we’d just stay home with the doors closed and our ears open. We have eyes outside the house, so we don’t need to go out to check on things. We’re well armed, well stocked, and there’s no reason to leave. If it got bad, my partner would join us here, because we’re just better prepared than he is. That would leave us in a very comfortable position regarding keeping zombies at bay.

In all likelihood, nothing would happen near me. We live in the middle of nowhere (on purpose), BECAUSE of stuff like this. As a youngster, I longed for the bustle of a city. Today, I just want those damn kids to stay off my goddamn lawn. I’m glad of that, because it’s safer here. Safer, not safe, though. I have to always keep that in mind. There are always quiet people local to you, even in the middle of nowhere, that could be agitators or rioters in the right situation. So we stay ready, and we remember that we’re only as safe as we’re prepared to be.

We’re pretty safe, though.

If you haven’t figured out a way to batten down your hatches, spend time tonight doing so. If you live in a suburban or urban area, or god forbid a big city like NYC or Boston, make sure you are READY for tomorrow. It might be a big nothing burger, in which case you can laugh at me on Monday and I’ll gladly accept chiding. On the other hand, it might be a big something, and I’d like to know you’re all as ready as you can be. Go pick up some rice and beans, and a few cans of tuna and spam. Grab some bottled water. Just in case. It’s summer, and none of it will go to waste. You can have a bbq on July 4th and use it all up, if that’s what you want. But go get some extras. NOW.

I hope you all have a very quiet weekend. I hope it contains nothing more than mowing the lawn, having some steaks on the bbq, and yelling at the kids to stop letting mosquitoes in the house.

*nunya – nunya biznez, aka none of your business.