SustainaMom celebrates memories at Christmastime....I guess I've decorated at least 30 Christmas trees in my life. And there is one ornament that stands out above all others. It has been my constant favorite since I first started decorating trees.
SustainaMom celebrates memories at Christmastime....


In which Going Green Mama gets a bit nostalgic...
The last time I remember visiting my grandmother's house for winter holidays, I was still in school. But what always struck me about her small home was the large life packed in her kitchen.
Her old wooden table was stretched to the limits with extension after extension, aided by a few card tables tucked at the sides. Cousins and aunts and uncles (and we had a lot of them) sat shoulder to shoulder through the meal, and even then there wasn't much room to manuever once you got up.
We rarely did make the 16-hour drive up to Wisconsin for Thanksgiving and Christmas - weather was always the deciding factor - but it was always worth the drive, the elbows in the back seat, the hours of bright sun shining in our faces, even the arguments maong us cramped kids in the car.
So today at the Booth, I'm passing along a few of my grandmother's holiday dinner favorites, along with other Boother's choices for sharing at the Thanksgiving table. Enjoy!
And if you're like us, and start your Christmas cookie baking Thanksgiving weekend after the dishes have cleared, check out my archive of Grandma's cookie recipes, including our fifth-generation sugar cookies.
What special dish are you bringing to the table Thursday? Share your favorites and post links to any recipes below.
A suburban greenmom gets all domestic...
I can’t remember the last time I spent a weekend being this domestic.
Saturday driving past our local farmstand I happened to see a sign saying “Saturday: Last Day!” and my car just sort of…pulled in. A pumpkin, some acorn squash, a quarter bushel of tomato seconds (all they had), and assorted other veggies later, I came home.
I baked the pumpkin for about an hour. I cut one of the the squash in half, filled it with apples, currants, and spices, and baked it alongside the pumpkin. (I should have covered it with foil or something...the top got a little too done.) In the meantime I cut up some apples and cooked them in the crockpot for a few hours to turn them into applesauce.
We cleaned off the seeds from the pumpkin and the squash, tossed them with a little melted butter, oil, and salt, and roasted them. Amazing. (I was almost disappointed that there were so many seeds and so few guts—I wanted to try making this fascinating recipe for “pumpkin guts bread.”)
When the pumpkin was done and cooled, I scooped out the pulp, pureed it, and froze it in 12 little muffin-tin-sized lumps; now I can take out pre-measured half-cup portions of pumpkin all winter for breads or pies or oatmeal or whatever.
Sort of at the same time, I washed off my new tomatoes, dunked them for a few minutes in hot water so the peels would slip off, and made Going Green Mama’s divine recipe for fresh tomato soup. I didn’t have oregano, but I had cubes of fresh-frozen basil, and I made up a little over 2 quarts of lovely lovely soup. And froze the rest of the tomatoes for another batch later.
Oh, and I also made up a little container of mulling spice, and put some into another crockpot with some apple cider to which I’d added a splash of orange juice. (Okay, and a splash of port wine. And a splash of brandy.)
Today? I started up a batch of artisan bread dough, and while it was rising I finally made the previous day's applesauce into a pot of Caramel Apple Jam—heavenly stuff! I also took advantage of having the canner going to reheat and divide some of the apple butter I’d made last weekend into jars to preserve them too. Then I made a foccacia to take for lunches for the next few days and a homemade pizza to eat while we watch the football game.
I should be exhausted, but I feel sort of great. When I’m spending all these hours away from home during the week (and this week was worse than most), I need this homey stuff to sort of ground me. Somewhere in me there’s a post about feminism and domesticity, but not for tonight…I’m going to watch the football game with my husband now. I have lunches for the week, provisions in the freezer, a dog on my lap, and a beer next to me on the end table. Hard to beat that.
--Jenn the Greenmom
I have never considered myself to be too far off the deep end where natural health is concerned, although to many I might seem so. I rarely take anything stronger than Tylenol, I have a fairly large pharmacopeia of herbal tinctures and homeopathic remedies, and when my kids have a cough they drink tea and take elderberry syrup. I am among those for whom the jury is still out on the vaccine safety question; there are enough fairly intelligent arguments on both sides of the issue that I don't believe it has been truly settled yet.
What I become more and more frustrated over, however, is the fact that it's become such a polarizing issue that it is difficult to have reasonable conversations about it. And that there are so many legal hoops to jump through where vaccinations are concerned, and that those hoops usually do not come with intelligent conversation and common sense, and that they do come with considerable financial or other incentives to keep them in place. Frustrated when even broaching the question degenerates into "OMG how dare you even mention that, you'll endanger my kid" and "Oh good heavens you're one of those anti-vaccine idiots"--even mentioning the question of safety, whether one comes down on one side or the other, brings out these tirades. It's nuts.
I've had two vaccine encounters recently, both fairly minor but illustrating the point in a small way: my daughter, last year, started kindergarten. She had at the same time been diagnosed with some sensory perception issues, so I was a little leery of subjecting her body's system to anything that could disrupt it. I “get” the whole herd immunity thing, and so with most of the vaccinations I'd kept her on a drawn-out but meets-the-letter-of-the-law schedule. However, she had never been vaccinated for chicken pox. And I didn't see any reason why she should—it is not a life-threatening illness, and the risk-factor seemed to favor just leaving it quietly alone. In order to let her remain unvaccinated for this fairly minor disease I had to jump through lots of hoops and eventually obtain a “religious exemption” for it. Which was successful, and she remains unvaccinated. Another kindergartener (a vaccinated one, I might add) came down with the disease later that year, so my kid was apparently exposed to it at that point. She never got sick. I will have her titered when she's a little older to make sure she's indeed immune and that point revisit the question of vaccinating her, but in that moment it seemed like the wiser choice, and I stand by it. Other parents might have made different choices, but I stand by mine. The point of the story isn't really the choice itself, it's the fact that a parent has no real recourse or ability to get solid information on either side of the issue without facing a lot of pressure and even bullying from the school/legal system to do it their way.
A second example, also fairly minor: I started graduate school this fall. I no longer have my childhood vaccination records following me around, so I needed to get a blood titer to check my immunity. I knew what it would show: immunity to mumps and rubella, no immunity to measles. This has been the case in the past; measles vaccinations for me just don't take. Was there any way to address this? No. I had to be vaccinated again for measles, twice. And by the way, measles vaccines don't come separate from mumps and rubella, so I had to be vaccinated for all three. Twice. At $63 each time. There is no room for common sense, conversation, individual cases—everything is regimented and official, and there is pretty much no way to be part of society without entering the Machine and becoming one of its cogs.
And don't even get me started on the proposals for mandatory HPV vaccines for middle school girls—I find that one absolutely appalling, and the very concept to be a complete violation of my parental rights.
I'm not saying all vaccinations are bad. I'm not even saying for sure that any are—I lack the data. But so do a lot of people, many of them medical professionals, who spout absolute truths about them day in and day out. Where does one go to find real answers? Are there any? And we keep getting shots while we wait for those answers.
I'm just not sure about any of it. I don't have the answers. I just wish we could ask the questions and have some hope for getting stuff out onto the table.
(Okay, y'all, please don't fill the “comments” section with “OMG it's proven there is no danger in vaccines!” or “OMG it's proven that vaccines are dangerous” arguments—there's a lot of data out there for both sides of the issue, and every parent and individual has to make their own choice. And the opinions expressed in this post are from the author not the Green Phone Booth at large, etc. and so forth disclaimer stuff.)
--Jenn the Greenmom
Well, it's November and the October Unprocessed challenge from Eating Rules is over. I am so happy that I took this challenge publicly, not just in the blog world but I told my family, friends and colleagues about it as well. I got tons of support from everyone I care about. Though I had a few slip ups, like eating candy on Halloween night, I still felt positive change. As in, I didn't stock the house with candy and eat it all month long. And you know what? I didn't miss the candy either. I lost 3.5 lbs without even trying, without limiting portion sizes. I'm a girl who likes to eat.
In October every year, the church that I attend organizes a day where we gather to make a variety of inexpensive crafts that can be given as Christmas gifts. This year, the women in charge asked if I would head up a free gift - perhaps something made of recycled materials. Ah, my reputation precedes me.


