Sunday, June 30, 2013

A childrens' book about Uncle Paul

Uncle Paul, as Palibaci was known to all, loved epsilons.  He would take a pill bottle from his pocket, hold it high in the air, drop it, and catch it.  The epsilon being entertained would laugh, and Paul would generate great joy.

There is a new book about his life: The Boy Who Loved Math: a lovely little book, which Skibo loved when I gave it to him a few days ago.

This morning, I discussed prime numbers with Skibo -- he's still a year younger, according to the book, than Palibaci was when he encountered them for the first time: I had Skibo construct the sieve of Eratosthenes for the numbers up to fifty, then had him discover that all the composites, the ones he had struck out, were indeed the product of smaller numbers, and that the primes, the remaining numbers, were not.  And the best part of all? The fact that I think that he really got what I was saying:-)

Yours, initiating the prime directive
N.

Saturday, June 29, 2013

Bad numerology

My post from yesterday, it seems, was full of incorrect information.  I mis-read the stats --- I had had 2345 posts including drafts which have never made it to posts.  I have a few more posts to go to be  successfuly numerologist.

Yours, amateurly,
N.

Rendang, reviewed

I made Beef Rendang yesterday for potluck.  The reviews were all uniformly very positive -- the recipe is very good, though I think that I will cut the cubes of beef to a rather smaller size than 2-3 inches per side, which the recipe called for.  Other than that, if we could only find fresh lemongrass, galangal etc in the area, I'd be making this on a regular basis!

Yours, rendanged,
N.

Friday, June 28, 2013

Amateur numerology

I'm a professional numerologist, in the sense that I look for patterns in sequences of numbers: but here I am acting as a pure amateur.  As of until I publish this post, blogger informs me that I have posted 2345 times.

Yours, just wanting you to know,
N.

Thursday, June 27, 2013

There is some hope

Having had no sink for the past several days, we are excited by the prospect that it may get fixed tomorrow. There is a definite upside to that --- I haven't been able to cook for several days, and I am missing it!

Still, there is a real hope that our 12th annual July 4th party will go ahead as planned!

Yours, excited!
N.

Wednesday, June 26, 2013

Business

As in busy-ness.  My summer course, boot camp for maths graduate students, began this morning.  And so begins the yearly ritual of making sure that the incoming students are prepared from day one!

Yours, playing the mean sergeant,
N.

Tuesday, June 25, 2013

That awful sinking feeling

This morning, we got that awful sinking feeling.  You know the one.  The one you get when you walk into the kitchen, and the sink has fallen out of its hole in the countertop, and has sunk into the cupboard below.
So, cooking? not so much, not for a little while -- not until we can get the sink reattached!
Hopefully it will be back in place in time for the July 4th party!

Yours, back from dinner at a restaurant,
N.

Monday, June 24, 2013

On not believing

I read an interesting article today on support networks for atheists (I think it actually applies far more broadly, to those of us who don't express a positive belief in the non-existence of deities, while at the same time not expressing a positive belief in their existence either).
The thing that I found most interesting was the support group they left out: the daily community that churches give to their members: the built in groups of friends who hang out because they believe in the same tenets and stories and sing the same hymns.
It's why we have potluck: over the years it feels like we have our own little community: we don't build it around religion or lack of belief: it is a community of friends who come together every few days to be a community: to hug and smile and laugh, and be friends.
And that's the network the article missed.

Yours, loving our community,
N.

Sunday, June 23, 2013

Rendang

Yesterday I came across a list of exotic foods one really should taste before one dies --- and being in no hurry to have the latter happen, I'm certainly not rushing to experience one of the list --- fugu.  In fact, I'm not sure that I agree with most of the list: perhaps kobe beef someday, if I get to Japan.  Deep fried mars bar?  I'll skip it -- I have no idea how that made the list!
But beef rendang, that appeals.

Yours, thinking of slow cooking,
N.

Saturday, June 22, 2013

A moment

Standing in the kitchen a few moments ago, I asked Skibo if he'd had an okay day.  His response filled me with happiness: "I've had a great day!"

Yours, happy to hear it:-)
N.

Friday, June 21, 2013

The Doctor

Skibo has discovered Doctor Who --- he (and to a lesser extent Boo) have been watching episode after episode over the past couple of weeks.  This has been fun for LOML and me, since we both grew up watching the original series --- and I've enjoyed the latest three incarnations immensely too.
Skibo has been led to consider all sorts of questions by watching the show: whether there are really aliens, are sonic screwdrivers real, and if not, will someone invent one, etc.  It's been fun (and slightly challenging) to field his queries!
Yours, thrilled that he's discovered the series,
N.

Thursday, June 20, 2013

Spinach and mushroom roulade

I just tried this spectacular recipe recently: in preparation to teach a cooking class on mushrooms, to see how hard it would be, and how it would turn out.
It turns out that it's easy, if involved, and also that it turns out really nicely.
I also tried adding some kale to the spinach, and that worked pretty well too, though I think I prefer the lightness of using just spinach!

Spinach Roulade with Mushroom Filling
(From Fresh From The Garden, by Perla Meyers)

For the filling
2 tablespoons unsalted butter
1/2 pound cremini mushrooms, trimmed, wiped and finely minced
3 tablespoons finely minced scallions
Salt and freshly ground white pepper
8 oz cream cheese, softened
1/4 cup sour cream
2 tablespoons freshly grated Parmesan cheese
2-3 tablespoons finely minced dill

For the roulade
1/2 cup homemade breadcrumbs
2 tablespoons freshly grated Parmesan cheese
2 pounds fresh spinach, stemmed, washed and dried
6 tablespoons unsalted butter, softened
4 extra-large eggs, separated
Salt and freshly ground white pepper

Garnish
10-12 ripe cherry tomatoes, lightly sauteed in 2 tablespoons unsalted butter
2 tablespoons finely minced fresh dill
The filling:

In a large skillet, melt the butter over medium high heat.
Add the mushrooms and saute quickly until lightly browned
and all the liquid has evaporated.  Remove the skillet from
the heat, add the scallions and toss until just wilted.  Season
with salt and pepper and allow to cool completely.

In a large mixing bowl, combine the cream cheese and sour
cream, and mash together with the back of a fork.  Add the
mushroom mixture, Parmesan, and dill.  Taste, and adjust the
seasoning as necessary.  Cover and chill until firm.

The roulade

Preheat the oven to 350 C.

Line a jelly-roll pan (15x10x1) with parchment.  Butter the
paper and sprinkle with the breadcrumbs and Parmesan.  Set aside.

In a large pan, cook the spinach in the water that clings to its
leaves over medium low heat, until just wilted.  Transfer to a
colander and let cool.  Place the spinach in a kitchen towel, and
squeeze out all the excess  moisture.  Chop the spinach finely and
set aside.

In a large stainless steel or glass mixing bowl,  combine the
chopped spinach and softened butter, set the bowl over a pan
of warm water, and stir until the butter is thoroughly incorporated.
Add the egg yolks and mix until well blended.  Season with salt and
pepper and reserve.
In another large mixing bowl, combine the egg whites and a pinch
of salt, and beat until the whites form soft peaks.  Fold gently
but thoroughly into the spinach mixture.

Spoon the spinach mixture into the prepared pan, using your hands
to spread it evenly into a thin layer.  Bake for 12-15 minutes or
until just set (a knife when inserted will come out clean).
Remove the pan from the oven and immediately invert the spinach
roulade onto a dry kitchen towel.  Carefully peel off the 
parchment paper and trim off a piece, about half an inch wide, from
each short side.  Leave flat or roll up gently in the kitchen towel.
Set aside to cool completely.

Spoon a thick layer of the mushroom filling over the entire spinach
surface and roll the roulade from a long edge into a tight roll,
jelly roll fashion, using the towel as a support.  Transport 
carefully to a serving platter and surround with the sauteed cherry
tomatoes.  Sprinkle the tomatoes with the minced dill, cut the 
roulade into 1/2-inch slices, and serve at room temperature.

Serves 10-12.


Yours, hoping you'll be inspired to try this!
N.

It has been a long time since I posted.....

I was just asked if I had a blog.  Yes, I replied.  But it's been a while since I posted....
So I'm posting.  Perhaps there will be some pictures of mushroom dishes soon: I taught a class recently, and some of the recipes are really good....

Yours, in arrears,
N.

Tuesday, March 26, 2013

In memory of a great man

Paul Erdos was born a hundred years ago today.  He was perhaps the greatest mathematician of the twentieth century: certainly the greatest I ever had the privilege to meet, to spend time with, to do mathematics with.   I think that it's likely he'd make everyone's list of top ten mathematicians of all time (and with competition like Archimedes, Newton, Euler, Gauss, Hilbert, etc, that's a tough list...)

He was an amazingly gentle soul: he spent the last forty years or so of his life travelling the world, spending a week here, two days there, as Cambridge mathematician John Cassells put it: he was like a bumblebee, spreading mathematics as though he was pollinating.  He'd take news of a new theorem around the world, telling exactly the people who would know best how to extend it, use it, generalize it.

He died in 1996, at the age of 83.  And he is still much missed.

Yours, in memory,
N.

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

How many emails????

I was struck today by the claim that was made in the disgraced-generals-have-inappropriate-relationships case that there is a strange assertion floating around: that Kelley and Allen had 20000-30000 emails etc going back and forth (and that some of them were inappropriate).

Now, a standard work week in the US (2 weeks holiday, 40 hours per week) runs 2000 hours.  This means that assuming that they have been communicating for a couple or years, say, they are still sending an average of 5 emails per hour.  Now, over short periods I could see someone doing that, but over a sustained period, of months?

Wondering if Allen/Kelley both have verbal diarrhoea...

Yours, having an email load rather smaller,
N.

Monday, November 12, 2012

The Undead Hotel

A short story, by Boo.

The Undead Hotel

Today, my family and I are going on a Halloween vacation.  The hotel is called The Undead Hotel.  I guess it's called that because it's a theme for Halloween.

We've just been told our room number.  The person behind the counter told us that to get to our room, we have to go up some "possessed elevator."  Well, here we go.  My brother is about to press the floor number three button when "don't press that button." my mum say!  "Why?" Skibo asks.  Suddenly, he spots it.  There's a face on the panel.  It's a ghost face!  It starts moving.  We look around the cramped elevator and notice lots of other moving ghost heads.  My brother presses the button really fast and finally we're on the right floor.  We step out of the elevator and into a long hall. I'm starting to get a bad feeling about this place.

We walk down the long hall.  I see millions of wax statues.  I notice George Washington, Henry Hudson and Rosa Parks.  "Anybody hear something behind us?" I ask uncertainly.  We all turn around. "Ahhhhhhhhh!"
we all scream together.  There are wax figures following us.  I remember the man at the counter telling us to beware because there's danger lurking around every corner.  My family and I dash to our room.  We lock the door behind us.  I can hear the wax figures pounding at the door.  I can hear my heart beating as loudly as the wax hands at the door.  We all turn around to catch our breath.  Uh oh, the wax figures aren't our only problem now.

"Any body else getting the creeps?" I ask.  "Wow." James exclaims.  We can't hear the wax figures anymore, so we walk away from the door.   The room is so quiet, it's horrifying.  The room is full of zombie figures.  I see some in chairs and there's two on a bunk bed.  It looks like a zombie family.  I  see two zombies that look like kids, two that look grown up and, oh look, a zombie dog!  I thought that they didn't allow animals in hotels, but I guess they make an exception for zombies.  "This is so cool!" announces my brother.  "Shhh, don't talk so loud." I whisper to him.  Uh oh, it's too late.  The zombies in the bed began to sit up.  They got out of bed and headed our way.  The ones in the chairs followed them.  The dog started to bark.  "Brains, brains!" the zombies started shouting.  They were about to attack us when we ran right through the middle of their group.  "Look, a door!" I shout.  We run straight through the open door into a dark, smelly place.

We stumble around the dark place for a while, trying to find our way around.  "Ow!" I shout as I stumble over something on the floor.  I fall flat on my face!  Luckily, I fall on something soft and furry. "Grrrrrrrrr! I feel a slow rumbling underneath me.  Then, the object I am laying on, stands up!  I hear a growl coming from the object!  Finally my dad lights a match, and puts it in the lantern he found.  The whole room escapes with light.   I look around.  There's a fifteen foot bear standing on its hind legs in front of me!  Two tiny cubs stand beside it.  "Don't make a sound, and don't move!" Mama whispers.  The bears charge towards us. We make a run for it.  There's an opening at the end of the cave.  We run out right before the bears catch us.

Finally, we're out!  I never thought that I'd see the light again!  We're surrounded by millions of trees.  Wait, what's that lurking in the shadows?  Suddenly, something jumps at me from behind.  I duck down just in time!  Vampires appear from the shadows.  They slowly come closer and closer.  When they were just inches away from us, they took one whiff of us, paused, and flew away into the night.  I was puzzled by why they flew away, when, it hit me.  I remembered reading that vampires were allergic to garlic, and we had garlic bread for dinner, so we still smelled of garlic.  We have made it out of the woods, and are standing at the edge of a maze-like place.   I wonder what horrors await us inside.

We enter the maze.  I touch the hedge.  "Ouch!" I exclaim in pain.  Electricity shocks my whole body.  I fall to the ground in pain.  "Are you ok?" Dad asks with a worried look in his eyes.  "Yeah, I'm fine, just a little dazed." I answer in a small voice.  I stumble to my feet.  "Now let's get out of here!"  I announce.  I stumble around, still feeling dazed.  We walk around the maze for a while, feeling lost.  We come to a a few dead ends a couple of times.  I hear a groan coming from around the corner, I look up, up, up, and there stands Frankenstein!  "Grohhhhh!"  He groans again.  He walks toward us.  The ground shakes as he walks.  Thud, thud, thud, goes his shoes on the ground.  Now, this may seem asbsurd, but Skibo and I got these little water pistols for Christmas, and now we carry them everywhere.  So, we take out our water pistols and start shooting Frankenstein.  We short circuited him and as he fell to the floor, we ran around him and out of the maze.

Now we're standing at the top of a tube.  I think that it's a slide.  It curves and twirls around and around.  "Looks like this is the way out." James announces.  We each hop into the slide.  It twists, twirls and curves.  It takes us over small bumps.  Finally, at the end of the slide, we land in a small pit of sand.  "Yes.  We're outand I'm alive!" I shout, happy to see daylight again!  After everyone's out of the slide, we journey home, exhausted from our long adventure!

And now, a word from Boo's sponsor.  I'm thrilled by this!  It is so far beyond anything I was asked to do at the age of 10!
Yours, publishing her story, copyright Boo, 2012,
N.

I've been remiss in posting...

But tonight I have an incentive to post!  Boo had a writing assignment, due tomorrow, and sat down with me as she finished it.  She's to write a short story, a scary story: and I'm stunned by the job she's done.  I don't think I was expected to work at this sort of level until I was 12 or 13, not just turned 10!

Yours, thrilled,
N.

Friday, November 9, 2012

Happy Birthday, Boo!

Double digits!!!
Yours, parentally proud,
N!

Thursday, October 25, 2012

Bullshit!

Lawrence O'Donnell, on MSNBC this evening, talking up President Obama for re-election, spent many minutes discussing whether he could use the word the President had been reported as using to describe Mitt Romney: Obama used the word "bullshitter", which in the context of the lies and misrepresentations that the former Governor of Massachusetts has used seems rather tame.
But apparently the MSNBC lawyers are unwilling to let L O'D use that word on the air.
Such bullshit!

Yours, wishing that the US would lighten up a little (actually, a lot) where swearing on TV was concerned,
N.

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

Cycling

I love cycling.  I don't do it often enough, and I'm not particularly good at it.  I do it for fun, for exercise, not to race or compete.
But I have to say that I am sorry that international body in charge of cycling has taken all of Lance Armstrong's record from him.  I understand their view that he was cheating by taking steroids or other chemicals: it appears that it's undetectable still, so we don't know who else took it....

But my feeling is this: he brought such hope to cancer survivors: he was so inspiring to those who need hope: he took a "you're dying" diagnosis, and came back to show incredible resolve: I'd rather we never knew about the drugs.  I'd rather we still were all screaming his name, taking inspiration from his feat.
What he did was incredible, cheat or not.  Without the wins, we'd merely celebrate him as a mildly inspiring individual who went back to bike races.... and the inspiration would be nice, but mild.  With the wins, he had the potential to really inspire.  Now that those wins are gone, he's back to human.

Yours, missing when he could be considered stronger than any human I knew,
N.