service center

Posted on October 20, 2009 by the jodi

Service will change your life. Maybe not, but it changes mine. Every time. This week part of my volunteer gig was holding baby bunnies. They need to be accustomed to being handled so they’re comfortable around the kids at Green Chimneys‘. They’re gonna be therapy bunnies when they grow up. Good deed, sure, but I got to cuddle baby bunnies. I help the bunnies, the bunnies help the kids, the whole shebang helps me.

If we’ve met, you’ve heard this before. It’s my answer to almost everything. Depression, frustration, fear, loneliness, self doubt, boredom, confusion — my answer is almost always, service.

I need to get out of my own way pretty regularly and think about someone else. The idea isn’t new or complicated and doing it hasn’t made me a perfect person – just a happier person.  It doesn’t matter to me why it works, it just does. I think everyone has something to offer the world and anyone can change the world a little bit.

Elder Wisdom : Elders, age 60+  answer questions about life, love and work, sharing wisdom and know-how via their home computers. No one gets to 60 without learning some shit. Pass it along.

Mentor a student online: 50% of all Black & Hispanic students will drop out of school. Mentors make a differene to the most vulnerable students in our system. Help a kid stay in school.

It’s a cold world!: The volunteers of WarmUpAmerica knit and crotchet handmade afghans, clothing & accessories to offer real warmth & comfort to someone in a hospice, shelter, hospital, or nursing home.

Got Math? – Basic math & free online training are all that’s needed to help low-income families learn about refunds, tax credits, and other opportunities. You’ll pick up a few tips for your own taxes too, and that doesn’t suck.

Free Love: Animal shelters & local rescues organizations are under funded and short staffed. Give the gift of your time to something soft and furry, get something warm and fuzzy back.

Volunteer Zoo Guides are needed at most city zoos. Educating the public helps save the animals we share the planet with.

If you think good deeds aren’t cool, you haven’t seen Rescue Ink. The bottom line? When I do good, I feel good. Check it out, it just might change your world.

How wonderful it is that nobody need wait a single moment before starting to improve the world. – Anne Frank

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eating locally : checking in

Posted on October 16, 2009 by the jodi
jodi sh doff : onlythejodi : eating locally : greenslate

photo courtesy of Christopher Greenslate

It’s been over a month since I made the commitment, inspired by Barbara Kingsolver’s Animal, Vegetable, Miracle, to eat locally. I know it’s not going to have a huge effect on the world, but it will have a small effect on a few local farmers, on our reliance on fossil fuels, the part of our carbon footprint I’m responsible for.

Most weeks I make my way to the Union Square market on Monday, Wednesday, Friday or Saturday; Tompkins Square market on Sunday. There’s also a farmer’s market near me on Sunday that caters towards the South American residents. Last week I needed bread, all they had was brioche (French, yes, I know, but that was all they had). Brioche is sweeter than I like my bread to be, so topped with jam it became dessert, French Toast the next morning & finally bread pudding topped with broken pieces of shelled pecans. No waste.

Walking through the market is like a getting a day pass out of the city, without actually having to leave. Hot cider & apple cider donuts in the fall, cold cider & apple cider donuts in the summer. Window shopping for flowers I’d buy if I didn’t have plant eating cats. I eyeball what everyone has, smelling this, touching that. Then head back, knowing what I want and who has the best tomatoes or cucumbers and trying to remember I’m shopping for one. I absolutely do not want to waste any food, but the colors clamor for my attention.

I come home with everything I need : spinach, arugula, mushrooms, apples, pears, blueberries, raspberries, corn on the cob, broccoli, cauliflower, cabbage, fresh bread, Hungarian rice pudding cake (only on Saturdays at Union Square and it is amazing. Really amazing), turkey sausage, organic chicken, eggs, fresh fish, fruit juices, potatoes, onions, garlic, shallots, honey, melons, mesclun, heirloom tomatoes, peppers, goat cheese and this week’s fruit spread, not preserves, not jam, because there is no sugar at all here, is Spiced Apple spread. More amazing.

Everything is more amazing and more expensive than the supermarkets, so when I eat, what I eat has more value. I don’t waste. I’m present, rather than eating without thinking. I didn’t grow up saying grace, but I’ve started. I’m not a holy roller, but I am grateful. For the food. The abundance. And the work that went into creating it. I was raised to say please and thank you. No reason not to stop for a moment & simply acknowledge my part in the food chain. Send a little thanks to the goats & cows for the milk and to the dairy farmers that turned it into cheese. Thanks. I appreciate your effort. The work that went into it was not wasted on me. Thanks.

I’ve let go of avocados & citrus. Come winter, since I haven’t figured out canning there’ll be some other changes as well I’m sure.

I knew I wouldn’t be able to eliminate supermarkets 100%. I get my lactose free milk from the supermarket, but my homemade fresh mozzarella from the Italian deli. The milk may be trucked in but the cheese is local. There are no regional peanut farms, so I opt for the organic Traders Joes, chunky, salted and made with Valencia peanuts. Shoot me, but I’m not giving up peanut butter. I’m not giving up Trident sugarless bubblegum either, don’t even bother to ask.

It’s been a few 24′s & I’m feeling nothing but good about the decision. I still rely on Met Food for Saran Wrap, Kleenex, Fancy Feast and a few other things but most of the time it’s me & the local farmers, doing the do-si-doe. Life’s nicer when you like who you’re dancing with.

BRIOCHE BREAD PUDDING

* 3 thick slices day-old brioche
* 1 tablespoon butter, melted
* 1/4 cup raisins or dried cranberries (optional)
* 1/4 cup chopped pecans (optional)
* 2 small eggs , beaten
* 1 cup milk (or be wicked & use half and half)
* 1/4 cup brown sugar
* 1/2 teaspoon Chinese five spices (you can use allspice, nutmeg or cinnamon. Or all three!)
* 1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract

DIRECTIONS
1.    Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C).
2.    Break bread into small pieces into an small loaf baking pan. Drizzle melted butter over bread. Nows the time to sprinkle raisins or pecans if you’re going to.
3.    In a medium bowl, whisk eggs, milk, sugar, Chinese five spices, and vanilla. Beat until well mixed.
4.    Pour over bread, and lightly push down with a fork until bread is covered and soaking up the egg mixture.
5.    Bake in the preheated oven for 45 minutes, or until the top springs back when lightly tapped.
6.    Serve warm with vanilla ice cream or topped with heavy cream.

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getting there from here

Posted on October 13, 2009 by the jodi

jodi sh. doff : onlythejodi : getting there from here : railroad tracksI have a definite writing process.

First I put down the basics. Where’m I starting and where do I want to end?

Then I add details. Every minute little thing I can think of. Color. Taste. Smell. Boring incidental distractions. Adding and adding, until it resembles a bloated carcass.

Then I start carving, cutting, deleting. Bringing her down to something toned and athletic. Then I cut more, give her a spit shine & a polish.

It’s the long way around, for sure, but it’s the way that works for me. And apparently, I’m building my life the exact same way.

I know where I’m starting & where I want to end up.
I’ve added every little thing, every big thing, every damn thing I can squeeze into 24/7/365. Then I added some more and while my life doesn’t resemble a bloated carcass, it did become unmanageable and I was fast approaching meltdown.

So, I started to carve, cut, delete, eliminate and bring her back down to something that fits. That’s where we are now. The carve and cut stage.

This method won’t work for everyone. The cousins knew what they wanted right out of the gate. I don’t know what I want until I can’t handle what I have. The journey’s a little longer on this road, but it works for me.

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