Food in jars, in the hands of the next generation

Canning jars.  They're addictive.

The boys have been swaggering about the house drinking their water out of canning jars (quart-sized).  They've been using pint-sized jars for ice cream bowls.

The latest member of the Miser Mom family to catch onto the jar-craze is my step-daughter, who is currently in grad school somewhere out in the midwest.  I sent her canning-jar-bling for her birthday, and by way of thanks she keeps sending snow, ice, and cold weather in our direction.  But aside from that, she's a good kid.

She has started taking her lunch to school in canning jars.  She carries her own yogurt (she says the black spots are chia seeds) . . .

. . . she brings vegetables, like these tomatoes . . . . 

. . . and she also made her own sauerkraut.  

 In fact, when she wrote to me about this last bit, here's how she described it: "Just thought I'd keep you up on my latest (without actually canning) canning jar adventures...this is me in the process of making my first ever batch of homemade raw sauerkraut. Which, for those who are not aware, has WAY better and more probiotics than yogurt anddddd is trash free!"   [I added her recipe below].

The CJB (Canning Jar Bling) that I gave her for her birthday was a roll of electrician's tape, a push pin, and a ziploc bag sealer.  This "Salad in a Jar" web site describes how you can uses this trio of objects to vacuum seal a canning jar -- not well enough to preserve food over the winter, but definitely well enough to dramatically extend the life of the food, in particular salad.

And here's the result: note all the salad and smoothies that are ready to go to grad school!  (The little black square on top of each can is the electrician's tape covering the push-pin hole.)

 Isn't that pretty?  Now she can make up all this salad at the beginning of the week, take one jar with her each day, and the last few jars will still be crisp and fresh at the end of the week.

Speaking of "crisp and fresh", now I'm heading out to go for a run in the ice and snow my step-daughter sent my way.  Ah, fun!
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Make your own Minnesota Grad Student Sauerkraut:

It's actually just about 1.5 lbs of shredded cabbage (red, green, and some carrots) with 1T salt.  You put the cabbage and salt in a large mixing bowl and massage it until the cabbage starts to get soft (like coleslaw cabbage).  Then you pack it into a large mason jar (you want to get as much air out as possible.  Then--put some kind of weight on top of the cabbage so that the cabbage stays below the level of the liquid it releases and leave it on the counter for about 3-5 days or until you like you it tastes.

When you like it, you just move it to the refrigerator and it stays indefinitely (at least a month and by then you've probably eaten it).

http://www.thekitchn.com/how-to-make-easy-homemade-sauerkraut-in-a-mason-jar-cooking-lessons-from-the-kitchn-193124  <-- This is a link to a more detailed description/confirmation that even if you sauerkraut begins to bubble or grow a little mold it's fine/even good!

Remove jar labels with a vinegar wrap

Here's a dinky little thing.  But if little things can make a person happy, then this is my own little happy (dinky) thing.

Sometimes you can remove the label from a jar by soaking the jar in water.  And sometime you can't.  Here's a jar that I use for anise; I think in a previous reincarnation it held olives.  For several years it's worn the ghost of a label.

Same thing for two jam jars my dad had given me.  I'm not sure what glue he used, but those labels he stuck on have survived multiple dishwashings, several boiling-water-canning-baths, and repeated scrubbings.  And you could still read the date he applied those labels:  2004!

So, on a whim, I decided to try vinegar.  I soaked a rag in vinegar, wrapped it around the bottles, and stuck it all in a random plastic bag we have lying around.  Then I just let the whole thing sit for a few hours.

The result?  The labels all came right off, with minimal scrubbing.  Whoop!

Walking on Water

The snowstorm blew into town right on schedule yesterday morning.  Even before the snowflakes started falling, those little email messages started floating into my in-box:

School canceled.
The campus offices are closed; classes held at discretion of the professor.
For the safety of those driving home, the gym will shut its doors early.
Due to inclement weather, the library is closed today.

And on and on.  It was a snow emergency.

Except a snow emergency is no emergency for a pedestrian.  The snow is a hazard to automobiles, but it's a playground for people with decent boots.

So (at this particular professor's discretion), I held class.  I bundled up the boys and we galumphed our way over to the campus, all of two blocks from my home.   My students gamely suited up and joined me.  Here are my students, learning something about geometry by making pictures of the outside snowy world on these large windows.

And after I released my students from the rigors of the college classroom, I changed into my running clothes and did my hill workout.  I really stink at running up hills, and I figure if I'm going to do the triathalon this August, I'd better get better at hills now.

So I jogged through white, downy neighborhoods to the Evil Valley Hill.  I ran up the hill, complained and gasped, and walk-trotted down the other side.  Turned around, ran up/complained/trotted down in the opposite direction.  I did that five times -- a total of about 3 miles, I think.  It was fantastic.  Or awful.  Well, the hill was awful, but the snow was fun.

[Update on my new expensive shoes:  As a few people pointed out, they are "rockers", which feel really funky if you're walking around, because they really do make you rock from heel to toe.  But when I'm running, I stay on my toes, so the rocking isn't an issue.  I've already worn them on two snowy, slippery 10-mile runs, plus today's hill workout, and they feel great when I'm running.  They have fantastic traction, and they keep my feet warm in crazy-cold weather.  If I have any problem with them, it's that they're subtly heavy --- 17 ounces each compared to 8 ounces for my normal running shoes.  On both of my really long runs, I felt slow compared to my running buddies, especially by mile 7.]

The last time we had a big snow storm, my son's drum teacher called me up to say, "Honey, it's not safe to drive.  Let's cancel lessons today."  The drum teacher was right that it wasn't safe to drive, but I got that call while my sons and I were on our hike back from the local market, a mere half-mile from the drum studio, and only two miles from our home.  The trip to the market had been an adventure, an expedition.  We brought home milk and yogurt, eggs and cinnamon, all packed on our backs.  We brought home a giant snowball that J-son named "Fred". We hiked all that way, and then we shoveled the driveway for the sake of the automobile we weren't using.

In fact, it's only because of the cars that can't go places that my meetings got cancelled yesterday, opening up the time to go for a snowy run, to teach the kids to play poker, to write up a few Craigs' List ads, and take care of other personal tasks that I've had on the back burner.

So yesterday's snow day was really mostly a fun day for us.  It gave us time to play, both indoors and outdoors.  There are real joys of living within walking distance of the places we want to go.

Commemorative Clutter

A simple shoebox can hold a surprising amount of stuff.

A row of shoe boxes and photo boxes, one for each child o' mine.

No really.  When I started saving my kids' "must save" memories, I figured I'd need several printer boxes, but one (or maybe two) shoeboxes seems to really be enough.  There's space for that first onesie, the school project, theater tickets, medals, and goodness knows how much more.

J-son's little shoebox holds a boatload of stuff, figuratively.
The memory box is just a shoe box I "wrapped" with fabric,
held in place by elmer's glue.

I keep control of the boxes, mostly so they don't get destroyed or lost.   Every few months, the kids (especially the boys) ask for permission to take these out and look through them again, which was a use I hadn't thought of originally -- I figured I'd save the treasures until the kids were Move-Out-Of-The-House age, and then magically surprise them with long-forgotten trinkets from the past.  But I'm glad that the boxes allow for active, frequent remembrance, too.

Here's another recent project I'm happy with: my husband's bike-racing medals.  These had been scattered across our wall, hung haphazardly on any nail he could find.  Pulling them all together looks a lot better.

 To make this display, I used a bunch of stuff I happened to have lying around the home.  I took the keyboard table from an old computer desk bound for the garbage.  I liked the shape and color of this piece of wood, and particle board is very easy to work with.  I laid all the medals out carefully . . .

 . . . then I used flat thumbtack to attach them along the top.

Below, I show what the back side looks like.  I folded the ribbons flat so that the display would sit nicely against the wall, and I thumbtacked them in place.   I think the medals (on the other side) look a lot better when they're on short rather than long ribbons -- a case of less is more.

 How did I hang this?  In my odds-and-ends drawer, I found a keyring on a canvas strap.   I screwed the strap into the board.   This works really well; the keyring is large so it's easy to "find" the nail when I'm hanging this on the wall.

Managing time, space, and money: five books

After a recent bragging fit of mine where I pretended I be an expert on all the best and most beautiful literature on time management,  a colleague shot me an email, asking in part,  "Also: which time management book would you pair me with?!"

For what it's worth, here was my response.  

I don't know if you were joking about pairing you up with a time management book, but I'll say that I don't think of this as a joking matter.  So I'm taking you seriously.  

Here are my five favorite books on organizing time and space.

1.

First is Hyrum Smith and the "Franklin Planner system".  I heard these audio tapes when I was just starting out at [the college I teach at], and I've since converted them to MP3s:   [I don't know if I'm allowed to share these publicly.  If you leave your email in the comments below, I'll send you the link to these MP3's and then delete your comment so other people don't have access to your address.]

I was WAY skeptical before I started these tapes.  I did not believe that some business guy could tell a single mom, hippie-granola, math professor how to organize her life, but I've been a hard-core devotee ever since.  He encourages people to organize their time by their own values -- the "vital versus urgent" notion I mentioned in our conversation earlier today comes from these tapes.  But he also showed me how to have all of the information I'll ever need at my fingertips, and how to have it magically "pop up" just when I need it.  There is a book, too:  The 10 Natural Laws of Successful Time and Life Management.  

2.

Another classic is Stephen Covey's Seven Habits of Highly Effective People.  This has a cult following, I think partly because he loves cute buzz phrases ("Think Win-Win"; "Sharpen the Saw"; etc), and partly because this is a squishier book.  This won't help you manage paper, time, or your calendar (I think), but I appreciated his approach to working with other people.  In particular, the chapter on "Seek first to understand, then to be understood" was the very best explanation of how to do active listening that I've ever read.  And I re-read it once in a while because I'm so bad at working with, y'know, people.

3.

Julie Morganstern's Organizing from the Inside Out is hands-down the best book I've read on how to organize spaces and belongings so that they stay naturally well organized.  I've used her methods in my kitchen (where I have lots of random people helping put things away), in my teenage daughter's bedroom (the transformation was almost instantaneous and miraculous) and even in my office.  She has very little to say about managing time (and what she does say is vacuous at best).   I have 3 copies of her book on my shelf just so I can hand it out to other people who ask for it.  

4.

David Allen's Getting Things Done is one of the most recent big organizing books out there, and he's generated his own nerd-cult of "GTD" followers.  I twitch at a lot of his book because he spends a bunch of time bashing my hero, Hyrum Smith, and he says that values and priorities don't matter.  (Grrrr).  But he has some good stuff on the difference between reference information and active files.  I reorganized my email folders using tricks he mentions, in particular using symbols in the name to keep those email folders at the top of the stack:  I have an

•  "@ to print" folder,  
• "# waiting" folder for those emails that don't require action until someone responds,
•  "& Meetings Committee" for my active committee work, 
• etc

whereas "old" email goes in regularly named folders below.  Allen is also good at describing how to set up a tickler file.

5.

Finally, if time is money, then everybody should read the classic Your Money or Your Life.  I've read this book out loud to my husband.  I re-read it every few years.  Countless people say it's changed their lives (they'd actually say "transformed"), and I have to say it makes me think about "spending" my money as a way of spending the time it takes to generate that money.  I wish I could get all my advisees to read it.

K-daughter signs up for health insurance

On Christmas night, K-daughter tripped on some stairs and hurt herself badly.  It was bad enough that I called an ambulance; the EMT's checked her out and recommended we drive her to the hospital for an X-ray.  As we pulled into the hospital parking lot, she turned to me and said, "You remember I don't have insurance, right?"

Um, no, I hadn't realized that.

K-daughter is not legally my daughter, so I can't stick her on my insurance.  For most of her life, since her mom died when K-daughter was 8 years old, she's been on Medicaid and/or CHIP (I'm not sure which).  This summer, she aged out of that system when she turned 21.

So with the new year rolling around and a bit of hospital bill for her (fortunately sprained, not broken) ankle beginning to fill her in-box (sigh), we sat down in front of HealthCare.Gov to sign her up for a plan, just in case she decides to sprain her ankle again next Christmas.

In spite of all the publicity, signing up for insurance is not that bad.  I timed it; it took us 1 hour and 20 minutes from beginning to end.  And this time included two fairly large digressions.

One digression was explaining the words to K-daughter.  She wasn't sure about the difference between a premium, a copay, and a deductible.  So we walked through some hypothetical examples together:  "if you sprain your ankle and need an x-ray, then you pay that $400 for the x-ray.  But if you have a major bike accident (like my husband did) and the helicopter ride costs $11,000, then you only pay the amount of the deductible, and the insurance pays the rest."  She had a lot of questions about the deductible: for example, do you have to pay the deductible every year, even if you don't go to the hospital?  (no).  That  discussion probably took about 10 minutes.

Another big digression involved figuring out whether she's still eligible for Medicaid, since she was on it for so long, she's a full-time student, and she's making less than $9,000 per year.   This was a lot like filling out her financial aid forms, and the computer did glitch out on us toward the end.  We hit the chat button, and fairly quickly the person at the other end explained that, in terms of federal regulations, she's eligible for Medicaid.  But the governor in my particular state refused to expand Medicaid, and so she's not Medicaid-eligible in Pennsylvania.  Figuring that out took another 30 to 40 minutes.  And so we went back to the "Marketplace".

I was impressed at the organization of the web site, actually.  There were 55 different plans K-daughter could choose from.  But rather than list all of them and all their details in one confusing mash of data, the site groups them by category:  "Catastrophic"; "Bronze"; "Silver"; "Gold"; "Platinum".  And it explained what each category means.  We decided to search only the "Catastrophic" (available only to people 29-years-old and younger).

Within that grouping, the main page shows the big details (the aforementioned premium, deductible, and copay structure).  If you click on a particular plan, you get much more detailed information.  We searched through those and found one that seems to match her needs.

Then it was time to sign up for the plan.  She added a bit more information (non-smoker, no children, etc), and hit the "confirm" button.  And we were done.

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Rather than go on rants or raves, which this topic could certainly inspire, I'll just say that K-daughter knew she wanted insurance, but is generally overwhelmed by paperwork of any kind.  Having a single website listing all her options was a huge help to both her and me.

As for the Medicaid issue . . . well, in her case, it's probably not a tragedy that she's been kicked off.  But that's because she lives with me: she gets housing and most of her food taken care of while she finishes her college degree.  If she gets into a financial bind because of health costs, she knows I've got her back.  Clearly I'm willing to help subsidize this one person that the federal government has declared Medicaid-eligible but who can't actually sign up for Medicaid.

And in fact, I wouldn't mind if my taxes went to help out others in her situation, too: those widows and orphans whom I believe we're supposed to care for.  I don't like to think about what what would have happened to K-daughter if I hadn't snagged her for myself.  I don't like to think about what's happening to other 21-year-olds who don't have the option of being on their parents' plans merely because they don't have parents.

But at least in our own corner of the world, we've got one more person who is happy to have the insurance decision behind her instead of hanging over her.

It's time to chill out!

This time of year is a great time to save on cooling costs.   Keeping the house warm; that's a challenge.  But getting things cold won't ever be easier!

In particular, this is the time of year our family is sticking food outdoors to chill it, instead of sticking it in the fridge to chill it.  And we're having great fun making and playing with ice.

Here's J son holding a block of ice he pulled from a pitcher of water we'd stuck outside.  (I keep the house at 67°F during the day, but apparently I could turn the thermostat down many degrees, because my boys run around practically naked.)

The ice we get from outdoor freezing has really cool shapes in them.  This particular block looked like it had a tornado inside.


This is a great time of year to stick every available bucket, pitcher, and water bottle outdoors.  Then we can bring the ice inside and keep it at the bottom of our slowly emptying chest freezer.  We also put jugs of ice (that slowly become jugs of water) at the back of the fridge, keeping the food pushed toward the front.  The ice acts as thermal mass, helping to keep the freezer and fridge cold even in the case of brief power outages.  Come spring and summer when the temperatures outside rise, we can have ice bottles that we froze for free in January.

How much money does freezing ice outdoors save?  Well, of course, that depends on a gazillion factors.  But here are two rough comparisons:

• freezing a two-quart jug of water outdoors is about the same as turning off five 100 W lightbulbs for one hour.
• freezing two gallons of water is about the same as hanging a load of laundry instead of running a dryer for 30 minutes.

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For the math-curious, here's how I figured the above comparisons.   Cooling 1gram of water from room temperature (25°C) to 0°C takes 25 calories. Then freezing that gram of water at 0° C takes another 80 calories, for a total of 105 calories.

But refrigerators and freezers are usually around 30-40% efficient.  So a freezer would use about 250 calories to freeze that gram of water.  

Now we switch to gallons and watt-hours:  1 watt-hour is 859 calories; 1 gallon of water is 3784 grams. Therefore, freezing a gallon of water with your freezer takes about 946,000 calories or a little more than 1000 watt-hours. That's the same as ten (very inefficient) 100 W lightbulbs, or 15 minutes of running a dryer.

  

The moral of the mathematics is fairly simple:  when there's a cold snap going on, don't get stressed.  Chill.  Better yet, chill out.  

Heh.