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Butternut Chowder with Smoked Salmon
1 lb butternut squash, peeled and cut into 1/2 cubes
14 oz can of reduced sodium vegetable broth
1 large white onion, chopped
1/2 t dried rosemary
1/4 t white pepper
15 oz can of cream-style corn
1 c frozen corn
8 oz smoked salmon bits
1/2 c 2% milk
Combine squash, broth, onion, rosemary, & pepper in a 6-qt pot. Cover pot and bring to a boil. Reduce heat and simmer until squash is tender, 12-15 minutes. Using a potato masher, mash the squash until mixture is smooth.
Stir in corn and salmon. Cover and simmer for 10 more minutes. Stir in the milk.
And my new friend: Delicata
Our first encounter with Delicata was simple.
- 3 delicata squash
- 1/4 cup olive oil
- 3 cloves garlic, minced
- 1/2 cup chopped fresh parsley
- Preheat oven to 375 degrees F. Oil a 9x13 inch baking dish.
- Peel delicata squash, slice in half lengthwise, and remove seeds. Cut into 1/2 inch thick slices. Place in baking dish, and toss with olive oil, garlic, and parsley.
- Bake in preheated oven for 30 minutes, or until tender.
Delicata prepared this way would make a nice substitution for oven roasted potatoes with eggs.
Any other squashes that I should know about? Do tell!
In non-squash food news, this tomato feta salad is to die for (though I recommend halfing the amount of onion that it calls for).
Butternut squash, delicata, tomatoes and garlic were all from the farm! Mmm mmm good!
- Current Mood: satisfied
Poetry is Dangerous
by Kazim Ali
On April 19, after a day of teaching classes at Shippensburg University, I went out to my car and grabbed a box of old poetry manuscripts from the front seat of my little white beetle and carried it across the street and put it next to the trashcan outside Wright Hall. The poems were from poetry contests I had been judging and the box was heavy. I had previously left my recycling boxes there and they were always picked up and taken away by the trash department.
A young man from ROTC was watching me as I got into my car and drove away. I thought he was looking at my car which has black flower decals and sometimes inspires strange looks. I later discovered that I, in my dark skin, am sometimes not even a person to the people who look at me. Instead, in spite of my peacefulness, my committed opposition to all aggression and war, I am a threat by my very existence, a threat just living in the world as a Muslim body.
Upon my departure, he called the local police department and told them a man of Middle Eastern descent driving a heavily decaled white beetle with out of state plates and no campus parking sticker had just placed a box next to the trash can. My car has NY plates, but he got the rest of it wrong. I have two stickers on my car. One is my highly visible faculty parking sticker and the other, which I just don’t have the heart to take off these days, says “Kerry/Edwards:
For a Stronger America.”
Because of my recycling the bomb squad came, the state police came. Because of my recycling buildings were evacuated, classes were canceled, campus was closed.
No. Not because of my recycling. Because of my dark body. No. Not because of my dark body. Because of his fear. Because of the way he saw me. Because of the culture of fear, mistrust, hatred, and suspicion that is carefully cultivated in the media, by the government, by people who claim to want to keep us ‘safe.’
These are the days of orange alert, school lock-downs, and endless war. We are preparing for it, training for it, looking for it, and so of course, in the most innocuous of places—a professor wanting to hurry home, hefting his box of discarded poetry—we find it.
That man in the parking lot didn’t even see me. He saw my darkness. He saw my Middle Eastern descent. Ironic because though my grandfathers came from Egypt, I am Indian, a South Asian, and could never be mistaken for a Middle Eastern man by anyone who’d ever met one.
One of my colleagues was in the gathering crowd, trying to figure out what had happened. She heard my description—a Middle Eastern man driving a white beetle with out of state plates—and knew immediately they were talking about me and realized that the box must have been manuscripts I was discarding. She approached them and told them I was a professor on the faculty there. Immediately the campus police officer said, “What country is he from?”
“What country is he from?!” she yelled, indignant.
“Ma’am, you are associated with the suspect. You need to step away and lower your voice,” he told her.
16! awesome. i hope this girl continues to make films.
- Current Mood: impressed
(thanks for the heads upliterallyjohn)
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