Monday, September 5, 2011

Crepes with Seitan, Mushrooms and Spinach in a Cream Sauce



This was my first attempt at making crepes. I had the help of the Maxim Crepe Maker - a very nifty gadget!  The manual for the crepe maker includes this basic batter recipe, which i used:

Basic Batter
They keep for weeks in the freezer, days in the refrigerator.
Batter can be used immediately. However, an hour or two standing
time will produce slightly more tender crepes. Or, refrigerate batter
up to three days for use as needed.
 

1 cup all-purpose flour
2 eggs
1/2 cup milk
1/2 cup water
1/4 teaspoon salt
2 Tablespoons butter or margarine, melted


 Place ingredients in blender container in the order given. Blend 30 seconds, stop and stir down sides. Blend 30-60 seconds until smooth. Or, mix in bowl with wire whisk or mixer, first combining flour and eggs, adding liquid gradually. Beat until smooth; add other ingredients. Makes about 16 crepes.
The first few crepes!  The gadget works by heating a nonstick round surface which is dipped into the batter for a few seconds to evenly coat and then it is flipped over and set flat.  A light indicator lets you know when its done (along with browning and curling edges) and then you hold it upside down and the crepe falls right off onto the plate.  I only had 2 stick to the surface and I just used a spatula to help it along.


 The Filling! 

Seitan, Mushrooms and Spinach in a Cream Sauce
Everything is approximate.  I created this on the fly using what I had on hand.

1/4 of a sweet yellow onion, chopped
8oz. Seitan (wheat gluten "fake meat"), chopped
8oz. Mushrooms, coarsely chopped
a couple handfuls of spinach, coarsely chopped
1T olive oil
2T butter
1 garlic clove, minced
1-2 T Dry Vermouth
1-2T flour
1/4 C Half and Half
Worcestershire Sauce, or to taste
Salt and Pepper to taste
Coat a frying pan over medium heat with olive oil and half the butter.  Sautee the onion for a few minutes then add Seitan, stirring often. Cook until Seitan starts to brown.  Add mushrooms, the rest of the butter, garlic, and dry vermouth.  Cook until the mushrooms shrink and release their juices.  Push the food to one side so the liquid collects on the other side and mix the flour into this well, creating a roux.  Next, add the half and half and mix it well, then mix it back with the food until everything is coated.  Add the spinach and stir often until it is just softened (you don't want to overcook spinach).  Adjust flavor with Worcestershire, salt and pepper.

I smeared a little bit of Chinese-style chili sauce on top, but any chili one likes will probably taste good.
 (yes, I'm talking about Tapatio..)

Ahh, the sweet taste of success!!

Thursday, August 25, 2011

Decoupage - The Flower Box

 I started with an old box and an image from an old book on Bulbs.
 The box top had been painted white long ago.  I added a new coat.
 I am going to use the box for storing my silverware (the good stuff).

 I decided to give the whole box a white wash with paint.
 Then, I used about 10 coats of Mod Podge over several days to adhere and coat the image to the box.
The Finished Product!

Sunday, May 15, 2011

Crafting: My first knot necklace!

I started this two years ago after I bought a book on Celtic knotwork.  Life got in the way of finishing it, but I finally did it tonight!



Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Jane of all Trades: Paleontologist

One of the things that I do is paleontology.  It is what I'm currently getting paid to do.  These are photos from an excavation that took place in 2007 where we found a Giant Ground Sloth in Irvine approximately 20' below the modern surface.

That's me in the middle.  We are mapping the exposed bones in the ground using a 1 x 1 meter square grid and sketching it onto a large piece of paper also on a grid.  (The sloth is obviously supervising).  This became the company Christmas card for that year.
 This is a picture from the OC Weekly about the story.  There I am on the left, mapping.
 This Ground Sloth had a lot of ribs!
We found a good chunk of the skull here, with a few teeth.
 This is what happens when a piece of large equipment scrapes over a fossil.  This used to be a leg or arm bone, i believe.  It is quite common for one or two bones to be hit by machinery... unfortunate, but it is part of the reason we found the animal at all!
  These are some backbones (vertebrae).




Up close view of a tooth.


Tuesday, April 12, 2011

My Art: raw sketches








*Cleaned up with Photoshop

Monday, April 11, 2011

The Omnibus Project

(This is a short story I wrote for a class last year - Annie)
 

Dr. Joss Avery arrived at the meeting early to set up his presentation on the Omnibus Project.  “Omni,” as he liked to call it, was the pinnacle of his career as a genetic engineer.  It was so significant to the future of humanity that he wasn’t allowed to talk about it with anyone holding less than a level 5 security clearance.  

Important looking people began to arrive and the small room was filled with formal greetings and nervous chit-chat as seats were taken.  The lights dimmed, hushing the large oval table, and the delicate whir of the projector filled the room. 

“The Earth has the capacity to sustain a very large population, if managed correctly.” Dr. Avery began.  “Science has allowed mankind to attain incredible feats such as curing disease and space exploration.  It has also allowed some of us such luxuries,” he paused and looked purposefully around the table, “as having a suburban lawn in the middle of the desert while others of us have no access to food and clean drinking water.”  There was a subtle stir as several people shifted in their seats and cleared their throats. 

Dr. Avery allowed himself a small grin and continued in an energized tone, “Let’s get right down to it, shall we?  We are here because we want to solve the major problems we face as a human population: starvation and poverty.  We have the technology and financial support that we need.  We can make this work, so long as all of your government regulating agencies leave us the Hell alone and let us do our job.  Otherwise, it could take years … decades, maybe.  This is going to revolutionize the world economy!  Think of all the starving children in Africa that we could save if we can create a single Omnibus by this time next year!”

The table erupted with enthusiastic, yet polite, clapping and head nodding.  A serious looking woman named Doris, who was seated in the middle chair, deliberately raised her hand to quiet the group and asked, “Do we even need to put this to a vote?”  She didn’t wait for an answer. “I think everyone here is on board with your request, Dr. Avery.  We’ll be expecting your preliminary report in one month from today.”  Joss Avery nodded once back to her and turned his attention to clearing his presentation from the table.

Doris stood up from her chair with the grace of a swan on the water.  She looked around the table at the other twelve faces and then said, “Thank you all for coming.  It is with great pride that the United States government, represented by myself, will spearhead this crucial endeavor to save our species from extinction.  With all of your countries’ cooperation, we should be ready to begin mass-producing the Omnibus in just over a year.  Of course, before we get to that stage, we’ll have to set up a marketing committee.  Now, let us all move into the adjoining room for cocktails.”

The important looking people shuffled eagerly into the other room while Doris looked back toward Dr. Avery and winked at him.  When everyone else was out of hearing range she said, “I told you Joss, its all about who you know and knowing what they drink.”

The following week, Dr. Avery and his team went to work.  The Omnibus was to be a super genetically modified creature that was part fungus, animal, mineral and vegetable.  After the original creature successfully reproduced, the second generation could be marketed as the new super-cheap and ultra-nutritious food source to the entire world.  Most countries were already redesigning their social welfare programs to revolve around the Omnibus.  Many people believed that poverty would no longer matter and hunger would be eliminated for good.

The scientists determined that a guinea pig embryo would be the best host because of its docile nature, early age of maturity, and it’s deliciousness when marinated overnight and grilled over a mesquite fire (it took them months of serious scientific experimentation to come to that conclusion). 

First, they inserted a gene from a mushroom that would allow the Omnibus to reproduce asexually, by emitting spores, as early and often as possible. Then, they inserted genes from other animals: blue whale for increased body size, lizard for re-growing limbs, and camel for retaining water, among others.  Next, they added genes from plants so that the Omnibus would be able to photosynthesize carbon dioxide, thereby increasing air quality. Various other fungi, plant and animal genes were added so that it would be able to absorb minerals directly by eating dirt and also recycle its own waste internally.

After toiling precariously for months, they finally succeeded in producing a miracle.  A perfectly normal guinea pig they called “Momni” gave birth to OP-32 (Omnibus Project, 32nd attempt) and it lived.  OP-32 passed all of the diagnostic tests with flying colors and it was time to celebrate.  One scientist opened a bottle of champagne while another got Doris on the phone.  She arrived within the first hour to congratulate them in person and was on another plane to meet with the rest of the marketing committee before the second hour had passed.

Dr. Avery called his brother Jack to tell him the news. “Guess what?” he asked.  “We just had lift off!”  Jack Avery worked for the National Aeronautics and Space Administration (NASA), and appreciated the jargon.  He worked on the obscure and underfunded Satellite Defense Program, which meant that he had the clearance to discuss the Omnibus Project.  

After listening to his brother explain the gory details of gene splicing for the hundredth time, Jack grinned and said, “Well if anything should go wrong, you do know I have a satellite with a high powered laser attached just itchin’ to be tested, right?  Damn budget cuts!  Hey, I gotta go.  Congrats Joss!  Call me if you need me.” 

Dr. Avery shook his head and smiled at his brother’s odd sense of humor as he rejoined his colleagues.  They began to discuss the future and how time felt like it was passing too quickly.  Not only would the global market soon be lathering at the mouth for this new product, but OP-32 (or Omni as they began to call him) was growing faster than anyone expected.  He seemed to get bigger by the hour and the incredible growth rate was chalked up to a slightly faster than normal metabolism.

Someone would need to stay and monitor the growth overnight, but Dr. Avery and most of the others sorely needed a break.  The job was given to Marcus, the youngest scientist on the team, who was assigned a lot of grunt work because of his age.  He didn’t mind this particular assignment, however, because it meant that Dr. Avery trusted him completely. 

After the rest of the scientists had gone home, Marcus pulled up a chair and grabbed his notebook and a double latte.  He began documenting what Omni looked like at four hours old: still small at four inches long but not quite infant-like any longer.  He still resembled a guinea pig, albeit a strange looking one. 

Four hours later, and measuring eight inches long, it became apparent that Omni had some unanticipated characteristics.  During that first day, photosynthesis allowed him to survive and grow without eating.  But as night fell, the little critter’s appetite hit and he began to shriek, “Squeak … Squeeeak! SQUEEEEEAK!”   He practically inhaled a week’s supply of baby rodent formula.  When that ran out, Marcus fed him guinea pig pellets, which he devoured bag and all.  Soon Omni was too big for his cage and Marcus grew anxious, unsure of what to do.  He called Dr. Avery and insisted on his immediate return.

There was a thunderous sound of metal popping and Marcus hurried back to the lab to find Omni’s cage busted apart and overturned.  The critter was nowhere to be seen. Marcus grew nervous and uttered a short prayer as he removed a tranquilizer gun from the safety cabinet.

Out of nowhere, Omni (now the size of a large dog) squealed loudly and ran across the room, startling Marcus.  He reached nervously for his gun, fumbled and shot himself in the leg.  He was unconscious in a matter of minutes.

Dr. Avery returned to the lab in a state of panic.  On his drive to the facility, he absentmindedly noticed that the orange grove seemed much smaller than before.  It wasn’t until he skimmed Marcus’ report about Omni’s increasing appetite, and then found Marcus lying limp on the floor that he knew he had a major catastrophe on his hands.  The reality of the situation pulsated loudly in his brain for a moment, as he asked himself, “What have I done?”

The appropriate people were called and the search for Omni began.  It wasn’t that they didn’t know where he was; they could easily follow his exponentially growing trail of destruction.  He was worth too much to destroy if there was any chance at all to capture him alive. 

Omni kept eating and eating, and getting bigger and bigger, throughout the night.  Because of his genetic make-up, he could eat just about anything and absorb nutrients from it.  He could even suck up water and minerals from the soil he trampled over because, thanks to his plant genes, he had a vascular tube system akin to xylem and phloem in his limbs. 

By morning, Omni was enormous: a soft and fuzzy rampaging guinea pig the size of a small house, and growing.  He had eaten his way though a forest the size of Rhode Island due to his speed.  His legs grew to support his body weight, tall and fast, like a camel.  Instead of stopping to rest after his wild night of gorging, Omni seemed more energized than ever.  He was able to outrun the helicopters by noon.
(Picture: Source Unknown)
Dr. Avery was no longer involved in the retrieval of OP-32X (the X was to denote the project’s failure).  It was out of his hands and into those of an elite task force under the Pentagon’s authority.  Doris handled the cover-up.  While Omni continued to race against the daylight, American citizens were being told that the country was on a high terror alert and they should not so much as look outside their windows until further notice.

With the United States on official lockdown and nightfall approaching, the task force was prepared to seek and destroy.  But Omni proved a worthy opponent to all of their high-powered weapons.  His lizard genes allowed him to heal quickly and regrow his arms and legs, even his head, as necessary.  That second night, he managed to survive the onslaught of high powered rockets and heat-seeking missiles as he continued gaining momentum.

Sixty percent of the countries’ natural resources were obliterated.  Fortunately, Omni had no interest in eating people and the casualty list was short.  This made Doris very happy, as she organized the propaganda campaign, because she knew that people would not bill this as a tragedy if only a handful of people were killed.  Her job was to prevent anarchy.  People would starve to death, of course, but not for weeks yet.  She would deal with spinning that story when it happened.

In the panic, Dr. Avery’s security clearance had not been revoked and he was able to access the truth.  He knew that it was his fault – his brainchild, which could destroy the planet if he didn’t do something fast.  Suddenly, he realized he had one more option.  If he didn’t at least try, he would regret it for the rest of his life.  He picked up the phone and called his brother, “Jack?  It’s me,” he began. “I’m in serious trouble, here.  Yes, the deepest kind of shit!  Look, I need a favor. You know that satellite weapon thing you mentioned yesterday?  Well, how accurate is it?”

Jack was stunned.  Although he had meant it as a joke, it was completely within his power to make it a reality.  And if this went well, he thought, he might actually get funding to continue the program. “Very,” he answered, “very accurate.  All I need from you are the coordinates…”

Little did the humans know that an intergalactic transport ship from the planet Reath had been hovering just outside their solar system for days, scanning for signs of intelligent life.   The Reathlings had hacked into the satellite communications from Earth and were following the Omnibus debacle with avid interest; they had not seen anything this entertaining since leaving home many light years ago.  Their planet had withered and died, forcing them to abandon it.  The search for a carbon-based planet took longer than anyone anticipated.  Now, they watched the Earth full of hope and longing.  After much debate, the Reath elders decided to intervene on behalf of the poor unsophisticated creatures they saw with their telescopes. 

Jack Avery uploaded the coordinates of Omni’s location to the Satellite Defense Program and the clock started counting down from 100.  He called his brother Joss to let him know that the sequence had begun.  They waited on the phone together in silence.

The Reathlings intercepted the coordinates easily and directed their highly sophisticated laser beam, supplemented with an anesthetic (they considered themselves extremely civilized), toward the Earth.  Then they reprogrammed the NASA satellite and made sure it was deactivated.

A bright reddish beam of light came down from the sky toward the Earth and Omni was vaporized in a manner of seconds leaving only a pile of grey ash behind.  The nearby task force halted their fire and gazed upward in disbelief.  The sudden silence aroused the curiosity of local people who began filling the streets.  Someone noticed the huge black spot in the sky getting larger and in no time it seemed as if the whole planet was outside waiting to welcome these strange guests.

After euthanizing the man-made monster (or “defeating the terrorists” as Doris was sure to have the media say), the aliens were welcomed by the human population as heroes, with open arms.  This made it easier for them to establish their real objective: colonization in order to build a new home.  They needed the humans, for now, as cheap labor to extract resources and build appropriate cities for their advanced civilization.  The Reathlings were not unkind by nature, but they had dreamed of a new home for eons while slowly becoming self-absorbed in their sophisticated technological ways.  Unlike the planet they left decimated behind them, they believed this one could sustain them indefinitely, if it were only managed correctly.




Saturday, February 26, 2011

Things that I do instead of posting to this Blog.

First of all.. sorry.  Second of all... deal with it.

This is one of my World of Warcraft characters.. in goggles. Which was a special item needed for a quest.  I like goggles, so i screen captured this.

I love this beer so much I wish I could legally marry a beer.  I came up with this slogan and feel that Stone Brewing Co. should pay me for how much I endorse their product.  I made this with photoshop.  One day I will put it on a shirt and wear it to the brewery and they will say, "That's clearly the best ad for our product. Can we give you some money".  Hah!

Saturday, February 19, 2011

Jane Says:

Sometimes I feel real bad about life, sometimes I suffer inside to the point where I can understand how people want to die.  But sometimes, I feel like I haven't suffered enough.  I haven't hit bottom yet.

So I drink too much and I engage in reckless behavior...I challenge danger and spit in his face - taunting, hoping he'll hit me back, hard, knocking me to the ground all bloody and broken.  I make bad choices and I let in the wrong people.  I keep myself hidden away so no one can find me. 

I've made all the wrong decisions and yet, here I am.  And I'm still alive.

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Poems from Jane's Diary:



12/2/09
A heart of glass within a wall of stone;
I offer the sledge hammer freely.
Deconstruction.
Each stone is regrown from my tears.






2/14/11
So many thoughts, so little time.
But are they worth writing down?
By the time I pick up a pen, they are barely a memory.
Feelings are fleeting, changing like ocean waves.
To write them is futile.
Ideas are nice, but are any of mine original?
I don't believe in beliefs today.

2/5/11
A hopeless romantic,
I fall in love each day.
Alas, I am left heartsick...
and drink the pain away.

Monday, January 3, 2011

Happy F-ing New Year.

I am not making "resolutions".  I am going to keep it real.  This is how it feels on the cusp of 2011:

I feel like a giant black hole opened up and swallowed my apartment, I have an internet cable to connect with the world at large, a cell phone for emergencies, but...THAT'S IT.

I am wondering how to respond to people who keep saying, "You don't have a TV?" and looking at me like I'm from the moon. Worse yet is the ones who don't understand my lack of microwave oven.  I interpret many of their looks as pity; if they had a spare they would totally give me one.  But for the most part (and I'm going to say 95 % of the time) I don't need such things. I have pans that I heat up leftovers in.  I have a toaster oven and a proper oven to melt things if I need to.  I have a sketchy coffee maker that works whenever the Hell it feels like it.

When everyone looks at me like I'm crazy for NOT having the microwave and the TV... I think about the following:
-I'd still have to wash microwaveable dishes
-a lot of things taste like dog poo after microwaving (at least texture wise)
-TV rots your brain.  The adverts alone are reason to avoid it.
-not only that, but most of what i see on TV is unintelligible crap.

Now, there are some good reasons for having these appliances.  I do not think people should go out and set fire to their units.

But TV noise shouldn't replace thoughts and dialog in a household.  And Microwaves shouldn't replace the home cooked meal.

They make things more convenient, yes.  They can help. But, in my opinion, should not replace the standards of life: Sunday dinner cooked from scratch by Grandma or Mother's baked goods. Experiencing life for one's self or reading the words of someone whom you admire.

Obviously, not everyone is an adventurer. Not everyone is a great cook.  But I would bet money that everyone has some memory of a person connected with a food or experience that changed their life.

Food is life, people.  Live it well.  And TV....is not life.  It just reflects a picture back of what someone else wants you to see about life.  Ignore that.  Be true.  Be real.