I feel truly blessed in that all of this free street art is within a few blocks radius of my front door.
Things That Can be Carried on a Bike (#551)
Two slices of pizza, two bottles of red wine, a gym bag full of wet clothes, a small tripod, and a camera bag with an extra lens.
The View from My Handlebars on a Clear but Frigid Evening…
The corner of Allen and Elmwood on a very cold night. I was on my way home from the community center after a steam and swim. The air on my face was cold–really cold–and my fingers were freezing (I really need to get better gloves). I was feeling slightly stressed because of the self-inflicted nonsense that is often happening in my head. And I looked up and saw that full moon directly above. How could I not snap its picture. Anyhow, I thought I’d share.
Things that can be carried on a bike (#550), and a couple brief comments…
A new set of studded snow tires.
Ok, so I’ve put off buying snow tires for years–maybe a decade. I’m not sure why, maybe the price. And maybe I didn’t think they’d make that big of difference. Well, I purchased this set today and I cannot tell you how incredible they are. The downside is that they greatly (really greatly) increase road resistance, which is especially noticeable on dry pavement. But man, in the snow I feel like I’m driving a four wheel drive truck. No slipping or sliding; excellent braking. The money spent is well worth it. And if you happen to be a four season cyclist who is considering purchasing these tire but haven’t yet, just do it. You won’t be sorry.
30 Hours on a bike in the snow and some of the things I saw and did…
So first of all, a couple things. I was not literally on a bike for thirty hours in the snow, but this is a photo essay of how I got around by bike whilst in the middle of a minor snow storm. There are some like myself who choose to ride year-round, but there are many others who say it can’t be done. Well it can; here’s proof. And the other thing is that I rarely post pictures of myself–let alone a selfie–but here you have it; that’s me as I was heading out the door to go to work yesterday. Anyhow, here’s a few things I did and saw on bike in the last 30 hours.
The image below was on my way home last night as I came home from work. It was really coming down and pretty scary to be on a bike (scary because of the cars). I like to say that I may be a little crazy but not stupid. So when things got too dicey I just got off the bike and pushed it the few remaining blocks home.
The next three images below were taken this morning on my way to church and after arriving. The bottom of the three shows my bike locked up once arrived at our church parking lot…note that even the bicycle parking was shoveled. Our little church welcomes everyone, I thought to myself as I was locking up the bike (and we mean this literally)…even half-crazy middle-aged guys who ride their bikes in the snow.
After worship I stopped for coffee before heading home…
After lunch I went for a late-afternoon steam and swim at the health club…
And before heading home I stopped out for a beer…
Being car free is possible…even in a snowy city. I’m jus’ sayin’…
I’ll get off my little soapbox now.
Lebanese Plate (yum!)
Sometimes I just have to cook for myself. I really do. I cook all day for others and sometimes it just feels food to cook for me. Anyhow, this is what I had for dinner tonight (click any of the highlighted words for recipes)…moudardara with lamb (rice with lentils and vermicelli), hummus, labna (yogurt cheese), and kabis malfouf (spicy pickled cabbage). For more Lebanese-inspired recipes, click here.
The Bitterest Fortune Cookie…
I won’t lie…I enjoy reading the fortune cookie when I order Chinese take out. And this is the one I received a few nights ago. Umm…that’s my fortune? Sounds like the writer of this has some anger issues. And besides that is not the golden rule.
To read about the Golden Rule that touches virtually every religion, click here.
For more in the fortune cookie series, click here.
Things That can be Carried on a Bike (#548 & #549)
#548…Crates and boxes of food on their way to a food pantry.
#549…A Christmas Tree.
The view from my handlebars on a really frigid and snowy night on my short commute home and a few things I saw along the way…
Four Trees; One Photo
I came upon this while riding my bike the other night. It was frigid cold out; my fingers ached, but I thought this was beautiful. So a took a photo and thought I’d share. Click it for a slightly larger view.
Cook Like Your Great-Grandmother…how to make tallow or lard
Okay. I do realize that this is not the healthiest food in the world, but as an ingredient is it very useful and every cook should know how to make it (and it is so easy to make). My cooking fat of choice these days is olive oil. But I’m spoiled. By this I mean that I live in the northern hemisphere far from any olive trees, but I can easily go to the store to purchase olive oil. That said, this wasn’t the case for my ancestors. In that case animal fats would be indispensable for cooking (one needs fat to cook), but also for so many other things, such as soap, candles, and skin care. Anyhow, I hadn’t made this in a while and I had a large prime rib dinner this week where I work so I had a lot of beef fat trimmings. So rather than throw them in the trash I turned it into tallow (this is so easy to make and look at how much you would pay for it if purchased). Tallow, of course, is rendered fat made from beef whereas lard is rendered fat made from pork. But both are made in the same way. Here’s how to do it…
Take any amount of fat with no or at least minimal meat remaining and cut it into chunks, dice it, or grind it. Place it in a pot and add just enough water that it is covered.
Bring the pot to a boil then lower it to a simmer. Then simmer, simmer, simmer. It’ll take a few hours.
After some time the water will have evaporated and the fat will have cleared. You will notice the difference in the way it sounds as it simmers now. It will sound thick; viscous.
Shut the pot off and let it rest for a little bit, to a llow it to cool slightly and let everything settle. Then strain it twice. First to remove the remaining meat and fat pieces, then a second time trough cheesecloth to remove any small particles.
Transfer it to small containers; it should look crystal clear.
Once chilled it will turn pure white and solid. It will keep for months under refrigeration.
Cook Like Your Grandmother…how to make tallow or lard
Okay. I do realize that this is not the healthiest food in the world, but as an ingredient is it very useful and every cook should know how to make it (and it is so easy to make). My cooking fat of choice these days is olive oil. But I’m spoiled. By this I mean that I live in the northern hemisphere far from any olive trees, but I can easily go to the store to purchase olive oil. That said, this wasn’t the case for my ancestors. In that case animal fats would be indispensable for cooking (one needs fat to cook), but also for so many other things, such as soap, candles, and skin care. Anyhow, I hadn’t made this in a while and I had a large prime rib dinner this week where I work so I had a lot of beef fat trimmings. So rather than throw them in the trash I turned it into tallow (this is so easy to make and look at how much you would pay for it if purchased). Tallow, of course, is rendered fat made from beef whereas lard is rendered fat made from pork. But both are made in the same way. Here’s how to do it…
Take any amount of fat with no or at least minimal meat remaining and cut it into chunks, dice it, or grind it. Place it in a pot and add just enough water that it is covered.
Bring the pot to a boil then lower it to a simmer. Then simmer, simmer, simmer. It’ll take a few hours.
After some time the water will have evaporated and the fat will have cleared. You will notice the difference in the way it sounds as it simmers now. It will sound thick; viscous.
Shut the pot off and let it rest for a little bit, to a llow it to cool slightly and let everything settle. Then strain it twice. First to remove the remaining meat and fat pieces, then a second time trough cheesecloth to remove any small particles.
Transfer it to small containers; it should look crystal clear.
Once chilled it will turn pure white and solid. It will keep for months under refrigeration.
A few things I saw while walking home from work on a really cold night…
Two Loaves; Two Recipes…
I’ve posted both of these recipes before but not in a while and I made them recently and thought that I would re-post them. They are both two of my favorites, Whole Wheat Maple-Oatmeal Bread and Spicy Turkey and Pork Meatloaf. Recipes are below.
Two Loaves; Two Recipes…
I’ve posted both of these recipes before but not in a while and I made them recently and thought that I would re-post them. They are both two of my favorites, Whole Wheat Maple-Oatmeal Bread and Spicy Turkey and Pork Meatloaf. Recipes are below.
First Friday…
Okay, so this is another Buffalo specific post and a bit of shameless self-promotion (sorry). But if you happen to find yourself in Western New York during the month of December and like galleries you may be interested in visiting the College Street Art Gallery and Co-op. It’s a teeny little space at the corner of Allen Street and College (244 Allen Street). The gallery is part of the Allentown First Friday Gallery Walk. Anyhow, the above photo is one of four of mine which will be hanging there through the month of December. The opening is Friday December 6th.Hope to see you there.
More Pro-Buffalo
Some readers from my general geographic area read this blog, but with the beauty of the internet people around the globe do as well. Anyhow, if you want to get a two minute glimpse into where I live take a peek at this short video.
Things That can be Carried on a Bike (#547)
Fortune Cookie Philosophy…
I hear pleasant news every day. But sometimes I don’t recognize it or allow myself to hear it. I just need to listen more…
More fortune cookie philosophies
Urban Simplicity
A Poem by Thich Nhat Hanh…
Don’t say that I will depart tomorrow–even today I am still arriving.
Look deeply: every second I am arriving to be a bud on a Spring branch,
I am a mayfly metamorphosing on the surface of the river.
I am a frog swimming happily in the clear water of a pond.
I am the child in Uganda, all skin and bones, my legs as thin as bamboo sticks.
I am the twelve-year-old girl, refugee on a small boat,
I am a member of the politburo, with plenty of power in my hands.
My joy is like Spring, so warm it makes flowers bloom all over the Earth.
Please call me by my true names,
Please call me by my true names,


























































