Wednesday, February 26, 2014
Sunday, February 23, 2014
For the third straight year I have been making pizza for friends as if it is my true calling. Maybe it is. Last night a friend said I needed a sign outside my house, The Stratzeria.
- Jazz is chosen randomly, counting by 7's. Last night it featured Anat Cohen, Tony Bennett, Duke Ellington, and three others. They are set before I start the dough. The other week I forgot this stage. I do turn down the volume just before guests arrive.
- People generally say they like all toppings, but what many really mean is they do no like olives and they think pineapple is a travesty. Personally if I could adapt to both of these I think you could as well. We love using oil-cured black olives.
- I do keep a running total of people have fed. The last two years I nearly fed 60 people pizza. It seems to be what we do these days for entertainment. I am mystified by how many friends I wish to have over.
- The best way to place greens on a pizza is to cook it in the sauce.
- It's ok to use straight mozzarella.
- It's ok to use billions and billions of other types as well. I like adding a bit of a second cheese to the mozzarella.
- Broccoli is best chopped into tiny bits. We like muenster cheese with broccoli.
- Dough. Heaping two cups of warm water, a splash of honey, two packets of yeast. One to two cups of whole wheat flour, 1/4 cup of olive oil, tsp of sea salt, and as much white flour to make if dough like. My recipe has evolved into this. It used to have a 1/4 cup of rye flour. Makes enough for two pizzas which I make on cookie sheets.
- Shrimp and garlic is heaven. It used to be a special Christmas Eve treat.
- If I am to make my own pizza sauce, then it happens in the summer by roasting tomatoes with garlic and salt. add fresh herbs from your garden at the very end.
Side note... I blogged about my Fit over here.
Wednesday, February 19, 2014
On Facebook I have friends from elementary school, high school, two colleges, years spent in MA, OR, and IL, from church, work and craft shows... but none from the time I was known as Stratoz. You see, I had to walk away. It took years to leave him behind me and yet, I called myself Stratoz when I started this blog. What you may not know is this, it was Stratoz hit rock bottom.
"After all was said and doneThere was nothing left to doThe hardest mile I ever walkedWas the one I walked away from you"
But emerging was a bit of a rocky road and I fell back a few times. Maybe luck kept me from dropping to lower levels of bedrock. OK, luck saved me many a time. But not all the time. A relationship lost. Opportunities missed.
But I’m alrightStill shaky from the landingYeah I’m alright after all"
Stratoz was a young man who came close to letting go of caring for anything. I remember where not caring took me, so when students tell me that they don't care about me, my class, or an assignment; I often respond with, "That's OK with me, as long as you tell me one thing you do care about."
"And every now and then I think about youOh every now and then I cross the line"
Monday, February 17, 2014
|Marshmallows from the Alice Bakery|
floating in my lavender hot chocolate
photo by Wayne Stratz
- grow your own lavender, if done by seed, they germinate well in a moist paper towel placed inside a plastic bag.
- dry lavender during the explosion of blooms in spring time... twist tie in small bunches and hang with blooms hanging down
- feel free to forget about that dried lavender, when you discover it it in several months it will be cold and it will be a fine time for hot cocoa
- be inspired by things you have never tried. I have placed lavender in lemon pound cakes and rice pilafs. I think I first ate lavender in a dark chocolate bar made by Dagoba. It also had blueberries in it.
- use what you got, but I got to say having this in the house may have inspired the idea of making lavender hot chocolate.
photo by Wayne Stratz
Recipe (for two servings)
- use fingers to crush a teaspoon of dried lavender and place into a tea sock thingee
- place two heaping tablespoons of cacao (cocoa) powder and two unheaping tablespoons of sugar in a small pot
- place a quater cup of water in pot
- add heat to create a syrup
- add two heaping cups of milk into pot.
- add tea sock thingee
- heat slowly
- heat slowly
- pour into two of you favorite mugs
- add marshmallows for your Valentine if she/he desires
|hand crafted mugs by Pam Cummings|
photo by Wayne Stratz
Monday, February 3, 2014
Negative pressures. Avoiding spontaneous boiling. Surmounting great heights. And ever wasteful but important because of the waste. Love the enthusiasm shown for the splendid nature of plants.
Sunday, January 26, 2014
|I am The Living Water|
Holy Trinity Lansdale
It has been 17 years or so since I returned to church. I still have my doubts, but I cannot not doubt that the journey has transformed me.
Mosaic Woman has journeyed with me day by day and has unfolded along with me. We are blessed to have become people who still desire to share lives together.
This past year I reconnected with some friends I knew back in college. One came to town on business and I fed him pizza. One I actually picked up a phone and called. One I met halfway, by a river we both love from those days in college.
I pondered the chances of people disconnected for nearly three decades to have become new people who still would want to be friends with each other. In each case, I am glad to call them my friend.
Watching the river that day with my friend, I was baffled; the river seemed to be flowing in opposite directions. Finally I asked if she saw what I saw. Rivers are turbulent. In fact trying to get any water to flow without any turbulence is quite difficult.
17 years ago I was afraid to leap into the living water. Where would it take me? I imagined places that I feared. Could I become shaped by God into a person I didn't want to be? A wise man told me that I did not have to believe anything, just be willing to take a journey.
The turbulence has transformed me, but so far not into what I feared. Who knew God wanted me to garden, to listen to jazz, to transform my doodles into glass sun catchers, to decide that creating joy is the ultimate goal of my teaching, to invite 50+ people a year to my house for pizza, to learn how to imagine the pain of others so I can open this stoic heart a bit more day by day, to become an Episcopalian, to find a place to finally release my pain and return year after year for eight days of silence with Jesuits ...
The journey has pushed me into so many places That I have to wonder who this new self is. Then I visit with three of my best friends from back in the day, and I can now see that I am flowing in the living water and I am pleased to have inched myself in a bit deeper each year.