This morning I tried making porotas for the first time. Whole wheat flour, ghee, salt and water. Make the dough. Roll it out, fold over, roll out again, repeat a few more times. Then cook it up. One could probably [...]]]>
This morning I tried making porotas for the first time. Whole wheat flour, ghee, salt and water. Make the dough. Roll it out, fold over, roll out again, repeat a few more times. Then cook it up. One could probably avoid the ghee and use a light oil instead but ghee adds a certain desi-ness to food. Anyway, I forgot the salt which turned this flat-bread into a Tuscano-ishtyle porota instead. Still, it worked well enough. My mother, in her infinite culinary wisdom, reminded me that porota is not conducive to losing weight. She’s right, of course, but by how much.
We have an obesity epidemic in these United States. People point to pre-packaged foods laden with salt, chemicals, preservatives, & high-fructose corn syrup, fast food, microwave dinners, portion sizes run amok, not enough fruits and vegetables, too many carbs, too much protein, not enough protein, good fats, bad fats, good cholesterol, bad cholesterol and the latest whipping boy, Pink Slime. Remedies include Atkins, The Zone, Southbeach, Paleo, Nutrient-Dense/Calorie-Light and the oft-repeated Balanced approach. Liposuction and gastric bypass aren’t uncommon. There are still too many other fads to count. And we’re too sedentary.
However, the French eat a high carb/high fat/high calorie diet and as a people, they’re not overweight. Rice is consumed in huge quantities in Asia. Argentines are among the top red-meat eating populaces in the world. The Germans can’t be too far behind in love of red-meat and they drink huge quantities of beer (a calorie-dense/nutrient light beverage if ever there was one). Italians eat a lot of pasta.
The common thread among these countries is that they have a national cuisine; a food culture native to their shores that has been worked on for generation upon generation. Everything interlocks.
A while ago, Time Magazine did a photo essay showing what families in different countries ate in a typical week and how much was that expenditure. Below you’ll see what the American family displayed.
The Revis family of NC. Favorite foods: spaghetti, potatoes, sesame chicken
While I have friends that eat much more healthfully than the Revis’, I think they’re not atypical of most American households. Heck, they don’t even look unhealthy. It’s easy to say Americans have too much fatty foods or fast food and not enough of this or that or that or this. But look at all the slides and you’ll notice the inconsistency of Americans’ food choices as compared to the other lands.
In Amrika, we mix and match a lot because we don’t have one dominant cuisine. After leaving my parents’ house, I don’t stick to the same cuisine either. Bangladeshi, Chinese, Malay, pizza, pasta, Mexican, soups, salads, burgers, steak… and the list goes on. So yes, Italians eat large quantities of pasta but there are other elements of their cuisine that help them along. When Americans make pasta, we make pasta. Do we really have a true Italian dinner? Maybe if you come from an Italian family but what happens when you have Mexican or Chinese food.
And furthermore, we mix and match cuisines between meals. Cereal for breakfast, a burger & fries for lunch, Thai for dinner. There’s no easy fix to that. Yes, we would benefit from less processed/chemically-manipulated foods. But if we don’t understand cuisine from a holistic standpoint, I don’t think we’ll solve our problems.
Which brings me back to those porotas. My parents don’t consume a holistic Bengali cuisine, breakfast through dinner. We’ve all cut back on quantities of rice and carbs but to what avail. My mother sometimes doesn’t even eat rice with dinner, something I consider Bengali sacrilege. Most of my relatives back in the motherland are pretty healthy; a few have diabetes but that’s more down to genetics or over-indulging in mishti (sweets), not the main cuisine itself. They consume a lot more rice and carbs than we do. Even if I did eat a holistic Bengali diet, there’s not guarantee it would do the trick in this land, which is decidedly unlike the the motherland (except maybe the New Orleans delta in terms of geography/climate). But I think it would be better than mix ‘n match. Now all I have to do is just stop these cravings for Thai or Malay or Chinese or Mexican or burgers or steak or fried fish…
]]>But this left me the problem of having to lean down out of bed to access my end-table. After debating at length with the wise and furry Oreo (who mostly just sighed at me), I decided to take a small chest-of-drawers and stack my end table on top of it. Voilà!
While a double-decker end-table most assuredly serves my purpose, I have a suspicion that were I to acquire a wife or live-in girlfriend (or even a not live-in girlfriend?), this solution would become unacceptable. I daresay my double-decker bed would also be rendered surplus to requirements. And not because she might have trouble getting into bed. (That’s what a step-stool or mini-trampoline is for). Rather, such arrangements would be surplus to modern domesticity… feng shui, GQ, Queer Eye, Martha Stewart or whatever the hell trend to which the gilded masses and the proletariat have fallen prey. I ain’t tryin’ to be different for the sake of being different. I’ll concede this isn’t the most elegant solution but… well.. c’mon, it’s double-decker!
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For as long as I can remember, I’ve been going to functions which involve some amount of prayer. Of course in Arabic. The commandment to worship 5x/day as well as various other religious events such as funeral services, weddings, house-warmings, holidays, etc. all call for prayer. It’s not uncommon for an imam or a few of those well-schooled in Qur’anic recitation to recite from the good Book. With little or no attempt unless pressed to translate. For all we know and for all that the reciters may know, they could be expounding on the importance of boogers. And they go on and on and on. It’s like a piety pissing contest to see who can recite the most.
Sheep. I have a huge problem with people who think that reciting passage after passage after passage of the Qur’an is a pious action without knowing or explaning what the hillel they’re talking about. The genius of Islam, one of the reasons it spread like wildfire through the Middle East, is an intensely personal, simple relationship with God. When we turn our faces towards Mecca, we have a one-on-one conversation with the Almighty. What use is our prayer, what good is our intention if we cannot understand the meaning, the purpose, the wisdom of such prose.2
I’m not proposing that every non-Arabic-speaking Muslim learn the language nor am I even saying that we should abandon Arabic altogether. Heck, I sometimes forget the meaning of prayers. But there are good translations available in almost every language. I can’t imagine ignoring the Prophet’s command to seek knowledge, esp. of our very own religion, our deen, our way of life.. This isn’t about faith, an elusive mistress to be sure. It’s about getting down in the grime and the grit and trying to grasp the Mantle of Heaven even if we recognize that we’ll never quite get there.
Arabic is a beautiful language but it is not divine. Even in Arabic, the Qur’an is translated from the mind of God into the languages of man. Everyone deserves to hear the word of God in the language they speak in their heart.3
Update: Though I may have my doubts, it’s not really my intent to question the veracity of another’s faith. After considering the matter some more, I would say that given the way that some Muslims are raised, simply the chanting of the Qur’an can be of comfort in times of distress. To those anguished souls, I especially render no judgment whatsoever.
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1 …though I’m not sure Prophet Muhammad, a man of practicality we are taught, would have insisted on the primacy of Arabic had he realized Islam would spread so deeply to non-Arabic speaking lands.
2 …here I part ways with those who recognize the existence and thus codify the power of a formal clergy. We are no different from the Christian laity if we allow this to happen. And any group, such as a clergy, can be corrupted.
3 …credit to Orson Scott Card for those last two sentences.
- How convenient for the War on Drugs industry that the Secret Service prostitution foul-up occurred just as President Obama was visiting Colombia to talk about alternatives to the current drug war. Yes, it’s important to find out if possible information leaks could have put the President in danger but in the main, I don’t care if they decided to buy a couple hookers. It’s important for the US to own up to the colossal failure of the War on Drugs and find alternatives to criminalizing something that is no more harmless than smoking tobacco. But good luck getting the media (left or right) to talk about changing the terms of the drug war when there’s a salty sex story to report. [/peeing into the wind]
- The Big Bang Theory is one of my favorite sitcoms on television but I find it disappointing that the back-stories of 3 of the 4 male characters are devoid of any positive fatherly influences. Wolowitz’s father abandoned the family when he was little. Sheldon’s father died from Crisco-heavy fried chicken and is usually described as having been dumb as a sack. Leonard’s father is never mentioned except when his mother announces she’s divorcing him. The fact that their marriage was largely sex-less and probably devoid of affection and warmth is not surprising. Only Raj’s father features positively.
- Let’s take a look at another sitcom – Scrubs. JD’s father is a bumbling, unsuccessful, traveling salesman-boy. In contrast, he describes his mother as perfect. Turk’s father is never mentioned; perhaps he died early, we never know. Did he ever exist? And Dr. Cox’s father was a physically-abusive alcoholic.
- Speaking of culture wars, when will the liberal intelligentsia learn that criticizing traditional families is a failed political strategy? This happens every frickin’ election cycle. Most non-elite liberals hate this sentiment anyway. Many of our mothers were stay-at-home moms; heck, many of us have friends who are stay-at-home mothers. Let them be.
- While the job of stay-at-home mom is most certainly difficult, the contention that Anne Romney hasn’t necessarily had to do much budgeting or saving and scrimping is not without merit. How that experience affects their marriage and how it informs his worldview and approach to social policy is worth considering.
- It’s certainly not a bad thing to learn about the positives that stay-at-home-making can have on the character of a family nor does it mean making a negative judgment on those families where both parents work. Take a little lesson from each family structure.
Some people need to banish the phrase, “when I was your age…” or “when I was growing up…” or “when I was little…” from their lexicon.
“When I was your age, children respected their elders,” says the former anti-establishment hippy baby boomer parents to their children… or [...]]]>
Some people need to banish the phrase, “when I was your age…” or “when I was growing up…” or “when I was little…” from their lexicon.
“When I was your age, children respected their elders,” says the former anti-establishment hippy baby boomer parents to their children… or some of my friends that have become parents. No, old hippies, no, old friends, they didn’t. Children have never respected their elders. Disrespect has been their job since time immemorial. And perhaps the newest crop of so-called disrespectful kids is only waking up to the realization that the world your generation is leaving behind is falling apart.
“When I was your age, journalism and TV were in their golden age,” reminisces the baby boomer. No, journalists covered up major stories for the sake of staying chummy with politicians and shows like Leave It to Beaver or Different Strokes were ridiculously corny, sophomoric and/or crude.
“When I was your age, there wasn’t so much damn political correctness around,” laments the good ole boy. It’s not a shame that the majority are made to consider the impact of their words. Political Correctness doesn’t necessarily force us to abandon talking about difficult issues such as race or religion. It recognizes that perhaps the (former) help don’t have the same appreciation for having the terms of the debate dictated to them anymore.
“When I was your age, athletes were role models and respected the game,” says the old sports fan. Since when has that ever been the case?! Babe Ruth was a noted womanizer and drinker. Ty Cobb was probably a murderer. Michael Jordan gambled a ton and was generally a jackass to his teammates.
“When I was your age, music was so much better,” says the musical hipster. No jagoff, hip hop isn’t worse than it used to be. Pop isn’t worse than it used to be. Metal isn’t worse than it used to be. You know what the classics were before a previous generation’s young people got old and started calling them classics? POP music!
(Incidentally I don’t know anything about Florence and the Machine but I can do the same comparison with Hip Hop now vs Hip Hop “then”).
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]]>This time last year, the National Rifle Association had its annual conference here in lovely blue Pittsburgh. Not surprising really given that at one point, if not still true, Allegheny County (or Butler County?) had the highest per capita number of conceal-and-carry permits in [...]]]>
This time last year, the National Rifle Association had its annual conference here in lovely blue Pittsburgh. Not surprising really given that at one point, if not still true, Allegheny County (or Butler County?) had the highest per capita number of conceal-and-carry permits in the country. Many high schools schedule in-service days on the first day of buck season making it akin to a local holiday in these parts. So I called up a friend known for his strong gun-rights position and asked if he wanted to go to the convention. Well, duh, of course he did!
The price of admission included a one-year NRA membership and a complimentary subscription to American Rifleman magazine. Let me tell you the convention was a trip and a half. Booth upon booth upon booth of gun manufacturers, scope manufacturers, bullet manufacturers and clothing manufacturers all hawking their wares. We waited in line for 2 hours to meet and shake the hand of R. Lee Ermey, the actor who played the gunnery sergeant in Full Metal Jacket. The sheer variety of handguns, rifles, semi-automatics, automatics, bullet types, scope types and camouflage gear simply beggars the imagination. Americans spend over $5 billion on guns each year. (Incidentally, we spend almost three times that much on porn).
When it comes to politics, I tend to focus on social issues and foreign policy. These opinions place me pretty comfortably as a liberal and so I tend to vote for the Democratic Party. I can find common cause with both parties on economic issues but I believe in the efficacy of neither party’s policy prescriptions so economics doesn’t usually guide my voting choices on the national stage… but I digress.
‘Tis a simplistic point but the same social libertarianism that leads me to question the government’s role in deciding the definition of marriage also leads me to question the government’s role in deciding how people should defend themselves. Some people say that all a person needs is a handgun for self-defense and a rifle for hunting…
Riddle me this – automatic, semi-automatic, with or without a built-in site, attachable silencer, no silencer, built-in silencer, what type of grip, weight, what calibre of bullets, non-exploding bullets, bullets that explode into shrapnel, rubber bullets, bullets that won’t go through a certain thickness of wall, bullets that will go through very thick walls? What type of scope for hunting, night scopes, day scopes, infra-red scopes?
I don’t own a gun. I’ve only been to a firing range once (in lily-livered liberal San Francisco, no less!). I don’t know if I’ll ever buy a handgun. And I certainly don’t like how the NRA tries to appeal to the demons of American’s conspiracy fears rather than the better angels of our nature. I barely have a clue what I listed above but that doesn’t mean that I or the government should decide what’s right for you.
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Codfish confit with a creamy risotto in coriander-infused olive oil. They gave me two large codfish filets… tender, flaky, moist. Oh I hate the word moist but it applies. And the risotto was great! Nice flavor without being overpowering.
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I tend to see Liverpool as a parallel of sorts with Pittsburgh. Old industrial towns, hard-edged populations – quick question who would in a fight, Scouse vs Yinzer! – trying to move forward in a globalized service-sector economy. And football.
I don’t know the specifics of Liverpool’s revival but it looks nicer than I remember 5 and 10 years ago.
One quibble though – at the Liverpool Life Museum, there was a quote from some MP stating that Liverpool had become the New York City of Europe. I laughed at the comparison but honestly not out of any Ameri-centric hubris. Liverpool shouldn’t try to be NYC any moreso than Pittsburgh should try to b London. It’s Liverpool. It has its own unique challenges which demand unique solutions. It has its own character, which it can’t nor should run from. People will always flock to huge metropolises like NYC, London or Tokyo. But so much of a country’s fortune will also rest on the different charms of smaller cities like Pittsburgh or Milwaukee, Liverpool or Manchester.
Different doesn’t mean better or worse. It just means different.
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My ticket included access to one of the indoor loungers so pre-game and during halftime, I could get a cup of tea and sit indoors. Not that I would call Liverpudlian weather anything severe of course.
The first time walking out into the stands was pretty spectacular. Anfield is a smaller stadium so most of the seats seem pretty intimate as opposed to some of the larger stadia in the States. When they played Liverpool FC’s anthem, You’ll Never Walk Alone, I got chills all over. To be part of the masses singing in this tribute to the Reds was… beyond words.
The energy of the crowd quickly settled into the rhythms of the match and the team pressed forwards. The KOP end of the stadium produced songs, chants and all manner of noise throughout the match. The away section of QPR fans also brought a lot of energy, keeping up their taunts (Andy Carroll, he looks like a girl!) as QPR played a pretty superb defensive game.
I was a little surprised by how much some of the supporters got on Stuart Downing. Apparently, he’s not much of a crowd favorite at the moment. Despite the majority of possession, as has been the case all season, LFC still lack finishers. It fell to Luis Suarez to create and take the lone goal of the match.
Despite the low score, I couldn’t be happier with my first visit to Anfield. What an experience. You’ll Never Walk Alone, indeed!
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