Monday, July 16, 2012

Oatmeal and Wheat Flour Pancakes



These are my personal favorite pancakes at the moment. I have the original recipe, and then my 'veganized' version, and while they offer a little different flavor, both versions are tasty. The original has a tad more flavor, but there are times I'm just not in the mood to use up three eggs to make pancakes. Bottom line...both versions will make your tummy happy, it just depends on your mood.

I have used canola oil instead of olive oil every time I've made them because I was little afraid of the  olive oil's flavor being too strong. One of these times I will try the olive oil.


Oatmeal and Wheat Flour Pancakes

INGREDIENTS:
1/2 cup whole wheat flour
1/2 cup all-purpose flour
2 tablespoons brown sugar
2 tablespoons baking powder
3/4 teaspoon salt
1 1/2 cups quick cooking oats
2 cups soy milk
3 eggs, beaten
1/4 cup olive oil
1/2 cup frozen blueberries
DIRECTIONS:
1.Preheat a lightly oiled griddle over medium heat.
2.In a large bowl, mix whole wheat flour, all-purpose flour, brown sugar, baking powder, and salt.
3.In a small bowl, mix oats and soy milk. Whisk in eggs and olive oil. Pour into the flour mixture all at once. Continue mixing until smooth. Gently fold in blueberries.
4.Pour batter about 1/4 cup at a time onto the prepared griddle. Cook 1 to 2 minutes, until bubbly. Flip, and continue cooking until lightly browned.

Vegan Version: Follow instructions, substituting the flax seed 'eggs' for real eggs.

Ingredients:
1/2 c. whole wheat flour
1/2 c. all-purpose flour
3 T. brown sugar
1 T. baking powder
1/2 t. salt
1 1/2 c. quick cooking oats
2 c. almond or soy milk
2 T. ground flax seed soaked in 1/4 c. water until gummy
1/4 c. oil
1/2 c. frozen blueberries

Saturday, July 14, 2012

Meet the Empty Lot--And My Pipe Dream




The empty lot across the street has been on my mind.
A LOT. (no pun intended, promise ;) )

I wake up each morning and gaze at it out the front windows. It directly faces my house. It's a 50 x 125 ft piece of empty green lawn. It's nice to look at when I'm feeling crowded and claustrophobic--but it's starting to become something much bigger, much different, inside my mind. I'm beginning to see it as potential, a precious piece of land that could be doing so much more than looking empty.

It is owned by Edna, the elderly woman who lives in the house next to the lot. She had once told me that she and her husband bought the lot for 6 thousand dollars, but I'm not sure when that was. She was adamant that no one would buy the lot and try to squash a house onto it, which is what had happened to a few other empty lots along our street. I agreed with her; a house would look crowded there, and I was impressed by her take-charge kind of attitude--"No one's building a house here, and I will make sure of it; I'll buy the damn lot."

When the Joneses lived across the street on the other side of the empty lot, it wasn't rare to see kids there practicing football tosses (yes, we really did have neighbors named the Joneses--and no, we did not try to keep up with them). My own kids have run over there to try and fly kites once or twice, or to kick a soccer ball around. But for the most part, the lot does nothing but sit, empty.

Since I started my teeny-tiny garden next to our house, and have begun to read all kinds of books about growing and preserving food, my daydreams have begun to spiral into a kind of obsession. I feel so strongly that I NEED space, NEED a real piece of land to start tending. My backyard is tiny and for the time-being off-limits, since we use it as a playspace for the daycare. I'm not brave enough to plant a garden in the front yard, and it's shady, anyway.

This large, open, sunny, albeit somewhat sloping-toward-the-back piece of earth has become a sort of pipe dream for me, and I stare at it hard, picturing all the things I could do. Raised beds, regular beds, fruit trees, berry bushes, trellises, some kind of mini-greenhouse, a little shed with rain barrels. I've even dreamed of a little gazebo and winding paths trailing through the various gardens.

Sometimes I daydream about the empty lot so longingly that I get an ache in my veins. That kind of ache you get when you're infatuated with something and find yourself thinking about it at the most random moments during the day...sometimes to get you through the day.

If we are to stay in this house and neighborhood for the long-term, I desperately want a place to start living out some dreams, and that empty lot seems to beckon to me more and more loudly each day.

Would Edna sell it? I have no clue. She's a very intimidating old lady, and I rarely even talk to her (and as she's gotten older I see her less and less). I have a strong feeling she'd be abhorred by the idea of selling it to me. Even less likely seems the possibility that I could just set up a garden there without purchasing it. What about renting it? I don't know. I have a strong urge to need to own it, and do with it what I want, without worrying about Edna looking out at what I'm doing, shaking her head and clucking her tongue. I could assure her I'd never build a house on it, if that's all she's worried about. Perhaps she'd like to see gardens on the lot; I really don't know. I know so very little about my own neighbor, which is sad, but so common. I'd try to make it beautiful, because I'm definitely not interested in creating a neighborhood eyesore. I'd work hard to make it a useful and yet a pleasing place. I'd offer Edna whatever fresh produce she might want. I'd even can and freeze stuff for her if she'd want it.

Wait...Shouldn't I be saying all of this to Edna? I just have not even BEGUN to gather the nerve to approach her with my idea. I've never been a very gutsy, or risky, person.

Craig is totally into the idea. He supports all my crazy dreams. The money? Well, I happen to know what the lot is worth (county appraisal website), and I'm sure we could take out a loan for it). The big obstacle is to actually talk to Edna, to get the whole thing rolling. I could be stopped dead in my tracks, but then again, she could be willing to make a little cash. Or willing to let me garden a hunk of it, even if she doesn't want to lose ownership of it.

I'm sure I'll be making more posts about this dream, because right now it's in my mind very, very often. Or should I say a LOT? ;)

Friday, July 13, 2012

stay tuned

The Little Hands Garden isn't going anywhere, but the blog has moved...to this very spot!

We are simplifying the name to little*big*harvest.

If you are browsing here and didn't know there was a site that proceeded this one, the old one is still up and running HERE if you'd like to take a look.

I've been moving posts over, a little at a time. Anything that is posted below this spot is what I've moved over already...and I'm working on downloading pics for several updated posts. I've been spending much more time outside than at the computer...this is a good thing, right? ;)

Keep coming back to see the projects we've been working on, and the veggies that are beginning to spill from the Little Hands Garden.

Monday, July 2, 2012

Southwestern Pinto Bean Burgers with Chipotle Mayo



The flavor of this bean burger is awesome! The chipotle mayo adds great spice to it as well--but I think the burger stands alone just fine. This will become a staple in our house.

Monday, May 21, 2012

My Big Hands were once Little

My recent blog post about dandelions really generated some interest in my site! I had linked the blog entry on facebook, and it received some very sweet comments. It is so rewarding to know that people are out there reading and enjoying the things I have to say.


Along with the expressed interest in my writing and in this project, I gained some new members. One of those new members is my very own mom! I just got an email from her yesterday, and I wanted to share it here. I was so touched by it! It's funny how some memories stay and some do not, as we go through life. I had completely forgotten about Grandma's 'spring tonic'. Thank you to my mom for sharing this photo and these memories with me.


(I can't get the photo to show up any larger than this--I sure tried to. But that's me and my dad in our backyard, picking dandelions).


Hi Andrea,


It seems your facination with dandelions happened a long time ago.


Do you remember this ? You loved to wear your little prairie bonnet !!


We fried a lot of dandelion blossoms and if you remember they taste a lot like fried mushrooms !


Do you remember the test to see if someone likes butter ?


And do you remember the dandelion hair wreaths you made with your friends ?


AND do you remember that Grandma Marshall made the best wilted dandelion greens you would ever want to taste ? She always called them her spring tonic !! I can still see her with her dish pan and trusty little knife modified to perfectly pluck her little treasures.


I hope you can open and enjoy the picture !


Love you always,

Mom



I'll bet Mom also remembers this gift she gave me, years ago:


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"I can fly..." refers to a story that I wrote in middle school about...yep, you guessed it, a dandelion.


I guess I really have loved dandelions forever!







Local Project: Helping Others Grow Food

I think this is just awesome! What a creative way to raise needed funds for Fort Wayne's refugee initiatives. I was surprised and excited to learn that 5 1/2 acres have been set aside for raised garden beds by Autumn Woods, an apartment complex housing many Burmese families. I'm glad Fort Wayne is recognizing the importance of growing food, and hope the projects keep coming.

Abigail Kopen and Tony Henry of Deer Park Irish Pub put together an Irish-themed wheelbarrow of cabbage and Brussels sprouts as a fundraiser for the World on Wheels Garden Project.

Wheelbarrows for good cause
Money raised to help gardens of local refugees

Published: May 20, 2012 3:00 a.m.

Rosa Salter Rodriguez | The Journal Gazette

When it comes to public art contests, Fort Wayne has had giant decorated sneakers and smaller-than-life-size decorated mastodons.
“Now it’s time for wheelbarrows,” says Hollie Chaille.
This summer, Chaille is spearheading the World on Wheels (W.O.W.) Garden Project. The project is enlisting artists, gardeners, businesses, churches and community groups to raise money to continue gardening and urban farming initiatives for local refugees.
The idea, she says, is for groups or individuals to plant an appropriately decorated 6-cubic-foot wheelbarrow with plants used in the cuisine of one of the countries or ethnic groups represented in Fort Wayne.
Decorated wheelbarrows will go on display for viewers’ votes at Fort Wayne’s Taste of the Arts festival on Aug. 25. Plant-filled wheelbarrows will be displayed during events and at various locations around downtown beginning Sept. 7.
The wheelbarrows will then be auctioned to the highest bidder at the International Blast Festival Sept. 29. Winners of the design competition also will be announced that day.
Chaille, director of Catherine Kasper Place, which coordinates refugee integration activities, says nine sponsors have been recruited so far. Cuisines include Burmese, Filipino, Irish, Scottish, Greek, she says; Middle Eastern and Bosnian groups have indicated interest.
The project has room for 30 participants, and organizers would like to see nations such as Mexico, France, Italy, Spain, China, Japan and India represented.
“You should be able to go on a tour of world cuisines just by touring these W.O.W. gardens,” Chaille says.
Chaille says the need to raise money for refugee efforts comes because two federal grants amounting to about $150,000 may soon end.
One provides money for job readiness and training while another, through the Refugee Agricultural Partnership Program, has been supporting gardening and small-scale farming by refugees.
This year, about 26 people are participating, mostly refugees from Myanmar, formerly Burma. About a dozen of them are growing specialty vegetables to be sold at existing city farmers markets.
Last year, refugee growers sold at specialty produce markets at the Women, Infants and Children office parking lot on Calhoun Street, but they were discontinued this year because of construction of a garage, Chaille said.
The initative this year is also consolidating plots for raised bed gardens on 5 1/2 acres on city property adjacent to Autumn Woods named Victoria Acres. Many Burmese families live in Autumn Woods.
Chaille says the deadline for those interested in sponsoring or planting a wheelbarrow is Friday to give plants time to grow or germinate from seed.
Sponsorships are available at two levels – $500, which includes signage and recognition, and $1,500, which includes enhanced opportunities for advertising, an invitation to a Farm-to-Table celebration Sept. 30 and the option to keep the wheelbarrow. The Farm-to-Table event will feature ethnic dishes made from crops grown by Victoria Acres refugee farmers.
She says she hopes groups interested in putting together a wheelbarrow will team up with restaurants or other businesses or non-profits for sponsorships, and those interested in sponsoring can be teamed up with a group by organizers.
Wheelbarrows can be designed by a participating individual group or by a participating artist, Chaille says.
Groups, with their artist, will receive a free table at International Blast, she says, and selected designers will be eligible for a $50 stipend for materials. A limited amount of free plant material also may be available, Chaille adds.
The project is also recruiting master gardeners or other gardeners to assist groups in picking plants and teach planting and growing techniques, she says.
The deadline for participating designers to submit a proposal is June 22. A kickoff event at which sponsors, participating groups and artists can meet will take place July 28.
Chaille says the events spotlight Fort Wayne’s diversity and refugees’ continuing needs.
“These grants only support services within a certain limited time frame, and we focus on integration, and that takes longer than a specific small window of time that a grant would allow us. All the services we provide – mental health, establishing employment, child development – are ongoing so we need to keep funding them,” Chaille says.
“After all, we’re all refugees from somewhere.”

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Friday, April 20, 2012

For the Love of Dandelions



"The man who worries morning and night about the dandelions in the lawn will find great relief in loving the dandelions."
-L.H. Bailey, Manual of Gardening, 1910

My yard is being invaded, taken over by dandelions.
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I thought about eating some. Apparently, this idea is very popular. When I was a kid, my brothers and i would pick the yellow flowers, dip them in flour and fry them (but isn't just about anything edible once you batter and fry it?). It wasn't until I received a bundle of dandelion greens in my CSA pickup last year that I ever realized the greens are edible and tasty. In fact, according to famous cook Mark Bittman, "dandelion greens have the distinction of being among the most vitamin-packed foods on the planet." Who knew? But somehow those dandelions from the CSA seemed bigger, more legit, less...weedy. I just can't bring myself to pick a bunch out of my own yard for a salad. At least, not yet.

Through the eyes of children, dandelions are simply magical. Kids don't care one bit if the yard they play in is consistent and 'clean', blemish free. In fact, a dandelion-less yard is actually a huge disappointment! Watching kids with dandelions takes me back to my own childhood, and the memories are so, so sweet.
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A little back story. Two springs ago, the nice, reasonably priced lawncare service that I depended on to eradicate my pesky dandelions mysteriously stopped spraying my lawn. They remembered the neighbors to the left, and the neighbors caddy-corner to my lot, leaving the strong chemical smell behind with the promise of lush green weed-free lawn. But the hose was not rolled out to my yard. The trucks left, and no bill was left on my door.

Hmm, I thought. The same lawn service had made a one-time chemical dumping trip to my house each spring for at least 6 years. Service was delivered in a timely manner, just as pesky weeds were making their vigorous comeback, unless a call was made to cancel. I never called to cancel, but apparently they wanted to cancel me. Well, I would just have to contact them and get it worked out, before the lawn turned into a mess. But, I never called their number. Now, I'm not sure I ever will.

A year had passed with my chemical-free lawn when I became very interested in starting a garden, using organic methods. I had really never thought about the chemicals on my lawn and where they might wash away to, or what else would be affected by my desire for a shiny, blemish-free green carpet outside. As I began reading stacks of books from the library about organic gardening and sustainable living, I began to realize that a chemically enhanced yard did not really jive with my newly forming ideals. If I wanted to start an organic garden, and try to avoid chemicals, what sense would it make to wash the yard in (very stinky) chemicals every year?

That spring, as my mind churned with subtle-yet-life-altering shifts, the chemical truck once again skipped my house, and I took it as a sign (okay, goofy, I know) that it was just meant to be. My lawn will go au naturel from now on, I pledged, no matter how unsightly. I have a confession to make, though. The idea made me squirm. A little ball of fear lodged into my gut: "What will the neighbors think? Just how ugly is this lawn going to get?" I did always take a certain amount of pride in that perfect lawn...but WHY? When did immaculate and manicured lawns become a symbol of pride, a goal of so many of us in the suburbs? Here is a very interesting historical theory on our obsession with lawns: Read This: It's Quick and Painless

Since I made that promise NOT to call the lawn service who quietly dumped me, my relationship with the dandelion has fluctuated wildly. One day I'm loving seeing the dots of yellow, the perfect spheres of impossibly fluffy white. The next day I may be in a foul mood, with my house a total mess, and I'm looking out at my little suburban front lawn with its growing army of spindly, agressive weeds and thinking it just looks like a disaster. My mind still clings to that image of perfection, as I compare my yard to the yard next door--vast, lush, green and virtually yellow-dot free. But, when I'm gazing at the neighbors lawn, am I admiring the lush green...or just the size of her lot (she has an amazing double lot, more lawn than I can imagine having, and I admit it makes me 'green' with envy)? Do I really want a 'perfect' yard, or am I beginning to evolve within my mind a new kind of 'perfect'? What do I picture when I think about the space I want to surround my home?

My new perfect is not a wild, weed infested jungle. I admit that I still cringe a bit when I see lots brimming with dandelions and not much else. The 'new perfect' that now I visualize contains things like patches of clover along with the grass. A dandelion here and there. A patch of wildflowers. A fruit tree, maybe...and perhaps a row of blueberry bushes. Maybe a keyhole garden (just the name 'keyhole garden' sounds magical to me). If enough space allowed, a covered wooden swing or bench. A pathway winding in and out of various small growing spaces. In other words, a small-scale permaculture. Nothing too wild, and nothing that the neighbors would abhor (the fact that I live in very close proximity to many people who take deep pride in the appearance of their property is not lost on me, and I do want to respect that). I dream of transforming my yard into a handy, useful living space that also happens to grow pretty things and delicious food, and I'd love for it to be beautiful enough for my suburban neighbors to admire it. I don't live in the country with a spacious property, so the freedom of letting things go wild is a bit hampered. I live on a very small lot, and a sort of controlled, pretty chaos may suit my needs AND the needs of the neighbors. Not a barren green carpet. Pieces of green carpet, sure, but within a patchwork of other wonderful things. Here's an example I found online of a former front lawn, turned into something more beautiful:


Here's another example of someone ditching the whole 'front lawn' idea, and this one does away with any fanciness--just boxes of food, thank-you-very-much:

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Or here is this guy, who has transformed his yard into something completely opposite of a typical 'front yard', and the line of division that seperates his from the neighbor's is so obvious it smacks you in the face. I am intrigued...but my neighbors? They just might be annoyed:



In some ways I prefer the first type of yard. More of a little oasis; a peice of art. There are so many different ways to transform a front yard, and to get away from a bare green canvas. I am constantly picturing what my little front yard could be, even though for now it's all I can do to keep it from looking like this:


So, I dream of a beautiful lawn. But not necessarily a spotless lawn. Where does my daydreaming of permaculture-ish, fun little spaces leave my love-them-hate-them relationship with dandelions?

Today, I love them. The kids and I went on a field trip to a park that has a nice sprawling half acre or so of lawn. The sun warmed us as we wandered, skipped, and frolicked in this lovely meadow. Dandelions were of course picked and the seeds blown into the air, with delight. When you really stop and look at them, dandelions are the coolest thing ever. When they are so full and white and fluffy, they are magical. The tiny white parasols fly off with just a tiny breath, drifting sightlessly away like our childhood dreams. When the dandelion blossoms are thick and cheery and school-bus yellow, they make beautiful bouquets and fit nicely tucked behind an ear. The kids and I drove home from our field trip, and as we pulled into the driveway, the stubborn dandelions that poked through the clover didn't seem so unsightly. (Clover, by the way, is so completely lusious and soft and beautiful--not to mention a nitrogen fixer! )

A few nights ago I spent an hour digging out dandelions (because they will NOT yield to being simply pulled, ever. They must have the strongest roots of any plant I've met...budge-proof anchors). Perhaps on my small lot, digging out the excess will have to be sufficient if I feel there are just too many. I can get out there and physically remove them with elbow grease instead of dumping weedkiller all over. I'll never get to them all, because dandelions reproduce faster than--well, rabbits. Especially when the kids and I are out there blowing their parasol seeds everywhere. Evolutionarily speaking, they are A HUGE success...they continue to thrive, multiply and carry on, despite our suburban loathing of them. Hardy creatures, they are! But, no matter how much newfound love and respect I can muster for these weeds, I just can't, for now, let them take over.


There is a huge bonus that I haven't yet mentioned. A nice collection of dandelions is VERY worth keeping in the yard: honeybees love them. And we need to keep the honeybees content in any way that we can.

As I dream about transforming my yard into a biologically diverse living space, I will learn to coexist with these weeds. It's getting easier the more my mind relaxes about what constitutes a perfect yard, a perfect life. This quote sums up my loss of interest in chemical treatments for the lawn really well:

When we dump toxic chemicals (insecticides and oil pollution,
for instance) into the Earth's air, water, and soil,
we are upsetting untold numbers of life-enabling processes
by killing outrageous numbers of organisms
that are profoundly important to the continuance of
Life on Earth.


Thursday, April 19, 2012

Chocolate & Peanut Butter Chip Pretzel Cookies


I have made these at least 3 times in 2 weeks. My youngest son adores them. I like using pretzel rods (4 will make 1/2 c. once broken up) so that there are big chunks of visible pretzel. The combo of salty and sweet is awesome--though I like it without salt sprinkled on top, too. Either way, this is a great cookie recipe!


Chocolate & Peanut Butter Chip Pretzel Cookies
Makes 24 cookies
1 1/2 cups of all purpose flour
1/2 tsp. of salt
1/4 tsp. of baking soda
1/2 cup of butter at room temperature
1/2 cup of tightly packed light brown sugar
1/3 cup of granulated sugar
1 egg (beaten)
1 tsp vanilla extract
1 cup milk chocolate chips
1/2 cup peanut butter chips
1/2 cup broken up pretzel pieces
Pretzel Salt or Sea Salt

In a medium bowl, sift together the flour, baking soda, and salt. Set aside.
In a larger bowl, beat the butter and sugars together on medium speed until light and fluffy (about 2-3 minutes). On low speed, slowly add the beaten egg and vanilla extract. Beat to combine, scrape down the sides of the bowl.
Add the flour mixture and beat just until there are no more streaks of flour. Stir in the chocolate chips, peanut butter chips, and pretzels. Cover and refrigerate for an hour.
Preheat the oven to 350F. Line baking sheets with parchment paper. Scoop out well rounded tablespoonfuls of the dough and sprinkle with pretzel salt. Leave about 2 inches between each ball. Bake for 10 minutes. If you prefer crispier cookies increase the baking time by 1-2 minutes. Allow the cookies to cool on the baking sheet for a few minutes before removing.

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Kitchen Tip-Garlic Chopper


Found this cute little gadget on clearance at Target, and garlic chopping will never be the same!

Seriously, chopping or mincing garlic by hand is, for me, just a tedious, sticky mess. And as much as I do love my garlic press, it mashes the garlic a bit too much for many recipes. I will never be without a little garlic chopper like this again--it cuts the garlic up into the perfect size mince, and cleans with just a nice rinse under hot water. I've used it dozens of times since I bought it a few weeks ago. One of my new favorite 'kitchen toys'...and it was on clearance! Score!






Tip: If you get one of these, you'll need to scrape out your garlic with a butter knife, then tap out whatever is left with the side of the butter knife. Very easy!

Find it here on Amazon (affiliate link):




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Friday, April 6, 2012

Peas, Lettuce, and Carrots, oh My!

Here is a three part picture post for your enjoyment! We've been getting a little busier around here, and working with some cool-weather crops.

Part One-the PEAS

Part Two: the LETTUCE!

Part Three- the CARROTS! (saw the first few sprouts today!!!)


Stay tuned!