Junior Classics Volume 1

Junior Classics – 10 Volume Set Originally Published in 1949

“Each volume has different color covers such as red, green, blue, orange,brown with gilt lettering. All the volumes have brown decorative end paper with drawings of characters from stories. Each cover has a stamped picture decoration relating to the content of that volume. Example of this with volume 1 Fairy Tales and Fables has Jack climbing the bean stalk. Volume 2 is Stories of Wonder and Magic, Volume 3 Myths and Legends, Volume 4 Hero Tales, Volume 5 Stories That Never Grow Old, Volume 6 Stories About Boys and Girls, Volume 7 The Animal Book, Volume 8 Stories from History, Volume 9 Sport and Adventure, Volume 10 Poetry Reading Guide Indexes.”

“The purpose of The Junior Classics is to provide, in ten volumes containing about five thousand pages, a classified collection of tales, stories, and poems, both ancient and modern, suitable for boys and girls of from six to sixteen years of age. (summary from book introduction)”

 Volume 1 Fairy Tales and Fables

Some of this volume is recorded on Librvox

The Great Panjandrum Himself by Randolph Caldecott – 1885

Front cover

Inside front
The Story of the Three Little Pigs Illustrated by L. Leslie Brooke
in Gutenberg Project Here

 

Title page

Three Little Pigs

THE STORY OF THE THREE LITTLE PIGS.

Once upon a time there was an old Sow with three little Pigs, and as she had not enough to keep them, she sent them out to seek their fortune.

she sent them out to seek their fortune

 The Old Woman and Her Pig by Joseph Jacobs

Tom Tit Tot by Joseph Jacobs – Illustrated by John D. Batten

 

Mr. Miacca by Joseph Jacobs – Illustrated by John D. Batten

Cruikshank Jack and the Beanstalk 1

Jack and the Beanstalk by Joseph Jacobs – Illustrated by George Cruikshank
Decoration by Warren Chappell

Cruikshank Jack and the Beanstalk 2

Cruikshank Jack and the Beanstalk 3

Cruikshank Jack and the Beanstalk 4

These illustrations came from:

Cruikshank, George, editor and illustrator. The History of Jack & the Bean-Stalk. Part of George Cruikshank’s Fairy Library. London: David Bogue, [n.d., 1854].

Mr. Vinegar by Joseph Jacobs Illustrated by John D. Batten

Teeny Tiny  by Joseph Jacobs Illustrated by John D. Batten

The History of Tom Thumb by Joseph Jacobs Illustrated by L. Leslie Brooke

Cap o Rushes  by Joseph Jacobs Illustrated by John D. Batten

Molly Whuppie  by Joseph Jacobs Illustrated by John D. Batten

The Three Wishes  by Joseph Jacobs Illustrated by John D. Batten

The King O. the Cats  by Joseph Jacobs Illustrated by John D. Batten

The Hobyahs  by Joseph Jacobs Illustrated by John D. Batten

Hereafterthis  by Joseph Jacobs Illustrated by John D. Batten

The Black Bull of Norroway  by Joseph Jacobs Illustrated by John D. Batten

The Field of Boliauns  by Joseph Jacobs Illustrated by John D. Batten

Hudden and Dudden and Donald O’Neary  by Joseph Jacobs Illustrated by John D. Batten

Andrew Coffey  by Joseph Jacobs Illustrated by John D. Batten

Conal and Donal and Taig by Seumas Mac Manus Illustration by Verbeck

the Old Hag’s Long Leather Bag by Seumas Mac Manus Illustration by Verbeck

Manis the Miller by Seumas Mac Manus Illustration by Verbeck

Billy Beg and the Bull  by Seumas Mac Manus

The Wolf and the Seven Little Goats by Willliam and Jacob Grimm
Illustration by Walter Crane

The Elves and the Shoemaker by Willliam and Jacob Grimm
Illustration by Walter Crane

Hansel and Gretel by Willliam and Jacob Grimm
Illustration by Walter Crane

Hansel and Gretel Crane Image 2

Hansel and Gretel Crane Image 3

Little One Eye Little Two Eyes Little Three Eyes
by William and Jacob Grimm Illustration by Arthur Rackham

Snow White and Rose Red by William and Jacob Grimm
Illustration by Wanda Gag

The Frog Prince by Willliam and Jacob Grimm
Illustration by Walter Crane

Cat and Mouse in Partnership by William and Jacob Grimm
Illustration by Walter Crane

The Golden Goose by William and Jacob Grimm
Illustration by Walter Crane

Rapunzel by William and Jacob Grimm
Illustration by Walter Crane

The Nose by William and Jacob Grimm

The Goose Girl by William and Jacob Grimm Illustration by Walter Crane

 

 

 

 

 

Little Red Rinding-Hood by Charles Perrault

Puss in Boots by Charles Perrault Illustration by Gustave Dore

Cinderella  by Charles Perrault
Illustration by George Cruikshank

Sleeping Beauty in the Wood
by Charles Perrault Illustration by Gustave Dore

Blue Beard
by Charles Perrault Illustration by Gustave Dore

Beauty and the Beast by Mme. LePrince De Beaumont
Illustrations by Walter Crane

Man Will Not Merely Endure: He Will Prevail – William Faulkner

“I Decline to Accept the End of Man….I Believe that Man Will Not Merely Endure, He Will Prevail” – William Faulkner

I attended college at Ole Miss in Oxford, Mississippi, and while I was in college, I curated at the William Faulkner Home Rowan Oak. Members of the Faulkner family are long time residents of the Oxford area, and Faulkner’s writing resonates with the images and lore of the region. While I was in college, a new library was built at Ole Miss, and the above quote was mounted on its wall: “I decline to accept the end of man…I believe that man will not merely endure, he will prevail.” – William Faulkner

on the walls at j.d. williams library - ole miss:

Faulkner is an interesting study of humanity. He was a native of Mississippi, and he was one of a few outstanding writers who evolved from there. He was famous and he was even awarded the Nobel Prize. You would think that he would have always been treated like a Mississippi hero, but he was not. In truth, Faulkner was a heavy drinker and he behaved erratically. Many of Faulkner’s neighbors were highly critical of him. Before he became famous, many who knew Faulkner probably would have considered him to be a nuisance. But Faulkner endured. He continued to write, and in the end, he flourished.

For many years, I have been an avid gardener, and something about this Faulkner story relates to what I have also learned in my garden. Over several years, I have tried to grow almost every kind of flower–even orchids. About thirty years ago, I had a revelation. I was living in Mississippi then and I was doing all kinds of things to try to convert my red clay into good gardening soil.  Over and over, I would place good plants into my soil and watch them wither and disappear.

One day, I was clearing some growth that had crossed my fence, and I noticed a beautifully flowering vine there. I had not planted the vine, and I deduced that it was a weed. My first thought was that I should yank it from where it was and plant something else there. But I stopped and asked myself why I should remove a plant that had volunteered to bloom and was doing it very well and replace it with something else that probably wouldn’t grow at all. Since that day, I have begun giving more credence to plants, even weeds, that bloom simply because they want to bloom–in places where they want to grow.

Wald Violet, Violet, Purple, Blue, Wild Flower, Bloom

In my New Jersey garden, my most favorite free flowerers are my wild violets that grow in clumps all around my yard. Some people consider the wild violets to be loathsome weeds, and they pull them and throw them away. I do just the opposite. I love the way that the wild violets weave a purple and green carpet across my lawn in spring. If a wild violet is growing in a place that I need to plant something else, I gently dig it and move it somewhere else inside my flower bed. I don’t treat violets as a weed. I don’t treat them as grasses. I treat them as short flowers that should be encouraged to grow and to bloom at the front of my beds.

I also  currently have bittersweet nightshade vines all over my New Jersey  yard. There is no doubt that most would consider this beautiful vine to be a weed. Its European cousin is deadly nightshade, and this little beauty is also toxic, but it is a gorgeous and delicate treat in my yard. I honor it and I do everything that I can to preserve it.

“A Weed Is but an Unloved Flower” – Ella Wheeler Wilcox

When appraising nature, I am perplexed by the question, “Who decided that some plants were weeds and that some should be classified as flowers?”

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I don’t know whether anyone actually encourages dandelions to grow. Even I am still trying to discourage the dandelions from taking over my natural garden, but my research shows that there are several good uses for this little yellow tare. It can be turned into excellent wine, and if you look at the blossom without bias, you must admit that a dandelion is no less beautiful than a daisy or a marigold. Yet, most of the world classifies the dandelion as a noxious weed–in much the same way that the people of the Oxford area considered William Faulkner before he defied them and prevailed.

Beach at Cape May, NJ

Something interesting happened to me Monday. I was simply sitting around doing what needed to be done so that I could survive, and someone randomly appeared and asked me if I would agree to accept a position in a neighboring town as a type of dramatist for elaborate children’s parties. For the past several years, I have been the storyteller for my local library. Trust me. I am paid very little to work as a part-time Children’s Librarian in my little town. Yet, because of my doing that poorly paying job, several outstanding and unexpected gifts have showered upon me. For instance, one of my patrons recently gave me a gorgeous kitchen-appliances and all, and now another has offered me this wonderful and easy and fun job performing for children’s parties. Among other things, the job pays well and as a bonus, I’ll be working in the exquisite Victorian beach town of Cape May, NJ.

This weekend, I’ll play the part of the Fairy Godmother, and I’ll arrive in a horse-drawn Cinderella carriage.

This is my point: I continuously work my boots off, trying to make this deal or that deal work for myself, but invariably the things that just pop up unexpectedly, like weeds, are the things that always work best for me.

I hate to wax Biblical about things. I am actually not a Bible thumper, but there is an excellent parable that applies very well here. When the people were worrying and questioning their lives, Jesus said to look at the flowers and to take heart in the fact that they always grow, regardlessly:

25 Therefore I say unto you, Be not anxious for your life, what ye shall eat, or what ye shall drink; nor yet for your body, what ye shall put on. Is not the life more than the food, and the body than the raiment?26 Behold the birds of the heaven, that they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns; and your heavenly Father feedeth them. Are not ye of much more value than they? 27 And which of you by being anxious can add one cubit unto [a]the measure of his life? 28 And why are ye anxious concerning raiment? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin: 29 Matthew 6:25-29

This post has gone all around the USA and back, but I began in Mississippi, talking about the Mississippi writer William Faulkner, who many believed to be a weed for many years of his life, but Faulkner flourished in spite of what those around him thought. William Faulkner bloomed where he was planted, and he did more than endure. He prevailed:

“I believe that man will not merely endure: he will prevail. He is immortal, not because he alone among creatures has an inexhaustible voice, but because he has a soul, a spirit capable of compassion and sacrifice and endurance. The poet’s, the writer’s, duty is to write about these things. It is his privilege to help a man endure by lifting his heart, by reminding him of the courage and honor and hope and pride and compassion and pity and sacrifice which have been the glory of his past. The poet’s voice need not merely be the record of man, it can be one of the props, the pillars to help him endure and prevail.”

©Jacki Kellum May 18, 2016

Flourish

#everydayinspiration

South Jersey Traffic Jam – Geese Were Crossing the Road

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A couple of hours ago, I went to the garden center and as I was drawing near, the traffic slowed to a halt. Keep in mind that I don’t live in a highly populated area. I was in Somers Point, NJ, the town next to mine, and there are only about 10,000 people living there. This is a beach area and during summer, the traffic is bad, but the summer rush has not begun yet. As I crept a little farther along, I noticed that a flock of geese was crossing the road, and the traffic was backed up for at least a mile.

On most occasions, drivers would be honking their horns, but that wasn’t happening today. The only horns that were honking were on the geese. This is the second time that I have driven into a goosey traffic jam, and on both occasions, the drivers were calm and kind.

Generally speaking, New Jersey drivers are some of the rudest around. Before the light fully changes to green, drivers will typically honk to be sure that the line moves forward, but not one driver sounded his horn at the birds. It amazes me that people are more patient with geese than they are with other people, but I have to admit that the goose jam was one that I didn’t mind either.

May the flock be with you.

©Jacki Kellum May 15, 2015

 

 

Spring Comes and Saves Me from Myself

Garden, Gardening, Bed, Earth, Garden Soil, Gartenland

After one or two snows, winter becomes poisonous for me. Because gardening is my only form of exercise, winter is a time that I simply lounge around and become lethargic and get fatter. I always feel that I deserve a short vacation from any physical effort and enjoy being a couch potato until about Christmas time, but after that, I know that I am sliding down a slippery slope, and seasonal depression begins barking at my heels.

I begin the new year by trying to beat the blues with my garden planning. On both paper and my computer, I begin designing and redesigning my garden, and I pore over seed catalogs and nursery websites. I load my online cart with thousand of dollars of new plants that I know I’ll never buy, and I wait.

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I fill my sunroom with plants and pretend that a room that is growing and green is enough, but it’s not. Besides that, setting a plant in a window doesn’t require much exercise from me. I need to move during winter. I need to bend over and dig. I need to cover my hands and feet with soft soil.

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For me, the only anecdote for the winter doldrums is spring and getting back outside and back to work in my garden. Because of several years of hard labor, I have finally created some beautiful and meditative garden spots–places that I love to sit and look and listen to nature.

ZenGarden Quote

I often think about how sitting in my peaceful garden places is a Zen-like experience for me.  In short, a product of my gardening effort has produced a calming place that is no doubt good for my health, but my greatest health benefit is not the beautiful spots that I have created–it is the act of creating those beautiful spots–it is the doing of–the process of gardening–that benefits me most.  

The more truthful poster is the following:

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I began to wonder exactly what about gardening makes me more healthy.  An Internet search offered some good answers: Here

Vitamin D

Because being in the sun increases one’s level of Vitamin D, gardening is a good, sun-friendly and Vitamin D -producting activity.

Vitamin D has multiple roles in the body, helping to:

  • Maintain the health of bones and teeth
  • Support the health of the immune system, brain and nervous system
  • Regulate insulin levels and aid diabetes management
  • Support lung function and cardiovascular health
  • Influence the expression of genes involved in cancer development.

In spite of the name, vitamin D is considered a pro-hormone and not actually a vitamin. This is because the body is capable of producing its own vitamin D through the action of sunlight on the skin, while vitamins are nutrients that cannot be synthesized by the body and must be acquired through the diet or supplements.  http://www.medicalnewstoday.com/articles/161618.php

Health Benefits from the Actual Garden Soil

There is another reason that gardening is good for your health. There are friendly bacteria in soil that relieve stress, make  us happier and improve our immune system health.

  • Soil contains a friendly bacteria that supports our immune system. Researchers at the University of Bristol and the University College of London discovered that soil contains Mycobacterium vaccae (M. vaccae) which is a friendly bacteria that supports our immune system by activating a group of neurons in the brain that produce serotonin. Serotonin regulates our mood. People with low serotonin in their brain can become depressed. Serotonin elevates mood and decreases anxiety. The researchers injected mice with M. vaccae . The cytokine levels increased in the mice. Cytokine  causes the release of serotonin in the brain.
  •  This study proved that M vaccae may be used to treat depression. Additional studies are being conducted to explore the possibility of using M vaccae treatments for Cancer, Crohn’s Disease and Rheumatoid Arthritis. http://www.healthandwellnessssa.com/how-to-relieve-stress/

Benefits of Gardening

Gardening reduces stress through exposure to nature.

  • Exposure to sunlight has been shown to increase serotonin in the brain. Serotonin is responsible for keeping our brain balanced and us feeling good. Not only does sunlight increase serotonin but it also increases melatonin, which is the chemical in our brains responsible for inducing sleep.
  • Fresh air is full of oxygen and it provides health to the cells in our bodies. Fresh air can help us feel more energized and even help us sleep better at night. Being outside in the fresh air promotes a sense of well-being and good mental focus.
  • Nature sounds like birds singing, waterfalls, bubbling brooks, rustling trees blowing in the wind all help to bring us into balance. The sounds found in nature help us to get outside of our heads and appreciate the earth and all it has to offer. These sounds help bring us into the present moment of the here and now. http://www.sound-mind.org/gardening-reduces-stress.html#.VdaVefkza00

Gardening reduces stress through mental focus & meditation

  • Through deliberate mental focus and meditating on the actions of gardening, you are taking time to set aside your problems for a while. We all know it’s healthy to take a break from our stressors and gardening provides that outlet for a lot of people.

Gardening reduces stress through personal creativity.

  • When we are creative in gardening, we reap the benefits of the end result. Depending on what you are gardening will determine your reward. For example, a vegetable garden rewards us with vegetables…a flower garden rewards us with flowers…an herb garden rewards us with herbs. Whatever you sow, you will reap. This is an exciting and rewarding stress management activity.

Stress relief

A recent study in the Netherlands suggests that gardening can fight stress even better than other relaxing leisure activities. …

Better mental health

The effortless attention of gardening may even help improve depression symptoms.

Exercise

Gardening gets you out in the fresh air and sunshine — and it also gets your blood moving…

Brain health

Some research suggests that the physical activity associated with gardening can help lower the risk of developing dementia. …

Nutrition

The food you grow yourself is the freshest food you can eat. And because home gardens are filled with fruits and vegetables, it’s also among the healthiest food you can eat.

Not surprisingly, several studies have shown that gardeners eat more fruits and vegetables than their peers. … http://www.cnn.com/2011/HEALTH/07/08/why.gardening.good/

Thank goodness, winter has finally ended here. We had our last snow on April 9th and it took a few more weeks for the earth to thaw, and then, it rained for a couple of weeks. Finally, I have gotten back out into my garden and just as I expected, I am feeling a bit more healthy again.

This morning, I wrote a haiku poem about this time of year:

Garden, Spade, Soil, Gardening, Work, Plant, Spring

seeds dance in the wind
old sod is warmed by the sun
birds sing and wings flit

Alternate:

seeds dance in the wind
the earth is warm and ready
the bashful sun winks

©Jacki Kellum May 15, 2016

Healthy

I Like Honest, Simple, Wood – Just Wood

Hut, Forest, Seefeld, Log Cabin, Nature, Forest Lodge

I am caught in a trap of spending every dime that I have and more to maintain a decently-sized house that is situated about 5 houses down from the New Jersey Shore. But if I had my way, I’d be living in a little cabin in the middle of a forest.

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I added a sunroom to the back of my house, and I opted to cover the walls with old-fashioned, tongue-and-groove, knotty pine boards. When I was a child, we had a knotty pine room in our house, and I have always wanted one for myself. There is something honest and real and tangible about rooms that are built from wood. After I had the sunroom built, I began remodeling my kitchen. Again, I said that I wanted knotty pine to cover the new walls, and I said that I wanted it for the ceiling, too. Finally, it dawned on me. There is something about wood–just plain wood–that I need to have all around myself. I think that I like wood because it is something that is real. It is unpretentious. It is simply itself.

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“Unpretentious like wood that has not been fashioned into anything;”
Author: Lao Tzu

When I began to remodel my kitchen, an interesting thing happened. Before I had all of my necessary funds together, I knocked out an entire wall that stood between my tiny, dark kitchen and the tiny dining room on the other side. My kitchen had sky blue countertops and a sky blue floor. The cabinets were made of particle board and the vinyl on them was peeling. I hated my old kitchen, and I simply decided that I would take matters into my own hands and get rid of what I didn’t like. I myself knocked down walls and I gave away my cabinets on Craigslist. Unfortunately, I could not afford to replace everything.

Things were frozen into a seemingly permanent state of un-fix and finally, my friend petitioned her friends to see if anyone was replacing their kitchen and would have cabinets and appliances that I could buy for a reasonable price. Within a few days, someone stepped up to the plate and offered me their entire kitchen, at no cost at all.

Now, this is where it gets very interesting. I vaguely knew the person who came forward with her kitchen. In fact, I had seen her every week for a year or two. She had been bringing her child to my Story Hour [remember: I am a Children’s Librarian]. Because of the way that this lady had elected to live her life, I had totally underestimated her, however.

I knew that the lady had a house full of children. Someone had told me that. And quite honestly, I had felt a little sorry for her and all of her kids. I knew that raising a large family had to be quite expensive–especially in the Northeast. But when I went over to look at the lady’s kitchen, I was shocked. Her kitchen is as large as my entire first floor. In fact, I believe that it is larger.

It was a refreshing moment for me to discover someone who had no need to charm everyone around her and to mesmerize the world with the spectacles of her wealth. This lady is perfectly happy to live under the social radar. I had finally met a person who would rather be underestimated than to flaunt. Unfortunately, that is a rare quality in today’s society where everyone wants to seem to be much more than they actually are. I appreciate this woman’s gift of a kitchen to me, but I am honestly more appreciative of the lady herself, who is “Unpretentious like wood that has not been fashioned into anything” – 
Lao Tzu

©Jacki Kellum May 14, 2016

Underestimate

Cooking with Turmeric – The Spice of Life

Turmeric Rhizome – Sliced and Powdered

Make sure you’re using the RIGHT Turmeric
If you’re impressed with this miracle root, start using it in your everyday cooking! I usually add a little bit to any dish that I’m sautéing on the stovetop like stir-frys, scrambles, lentils, etc. To obtain all of the good benefits from turmeric, make sure you get non-irradiated, organic turmeric. Other brands may be so processed that they barely contain any healing properties. You can see an example of non-irradiated turmeric here. Be careful of where you put it though, its color is so strong that it can dye whatever in comes into contact with, like a dishtowel, white shirt or even a wooden spoon! Read Here

If you prefer not to use it in cooking, but you still want the benefits, buy it in capsule form.

Anti-Inflammatory Frozen Watermelon Pineapple Smoothie 008

Anti-Inflammatory Frozen Watermelon Pineapple Smoothie

Vegetarian, Vegan, Paleo, Gluten-Free, Dairy-Free

Makes 2 servings

2 cups frozen watermelon flesh—cut into 2-inch chunks

1 cup frozen organic pineapple—cut into 2-inch chunks

1 orange—peeled, white pith and seeds removed

½ cup organic coconut milk—preservative free

1½ cups organic coconut water—sugar free (a good brand to try)

1 teaspoon grated fresh ginger

½ teaspoon organic turmeric powder

2-3 drops liquid stevia or 1 teaspoon raw honey—optional

 

1. Place all ingredients in a high speed blender. Blend until smooth and frosty. Spoon into serving glasses and enjoy with a spoon or large straw.

Turmeric is a cornucopia of healing; it holds promise in about every area of disease prevention and healing imaginable.

The active ingredient in turmeric is curcumin. This ingredient is so diverse and so deep in its antioxidant power that it’s been shown to protect and heal virtually every organ in the human body.

Turmeric protects against cancer, Alzheimer’s disease, Parkinson’s disease, heart disease, stroke, diabetes, eye diseases, depression, skin problems, and more. So amazing is this spice that research at Tufts University showed turmeric may prevent weight gain. Read More Here

Recipes for Dishes with Turmeric

Like ginger, turmeric, the unassuming root with color so vibrant you suddenly have an urge to hand-dye fabric, is said to be one of the world’s healthiest foods—the bright orange-yellow equivalent of putting your insides through a car wash. An essential, mildly-flavored ingredient in curries (along with thousands of years’ worth of Indian and Middle Eastern dishes), turmeric is exactly what the doctor ordered. Just ask these 30 recipes.Read More Here

Tropical Carrot, Ginger, and Turmeric Smoothie

Ginger-Turmeric Smoothie with Orange Juice and Mango Recipe  & Credit Here

Ingredients

SERVINGS: MAKES ABOUT 2 CUPS

  • 1 blood or navel orange, peel and white pith removed
  • 1 large carrot, scrubbed, coarsely chopped
  • ½ cup frozen mango chunks
  • cup coconut water
  • 1 tablespoon shelled raw hemp seeds
  • ¾ teaspoon finely grated peeled ginger
  • teaspoons finely grated peeled turmeric
  • Pinch of cayenne pepper
  • Pinch of kosher salt
Preparation
  • Using smoothie or ice crush setting, purée orange, carrot, mango, coconut water, hemp seeds, ginger, turmeric, cayenne, salt, and ½ cup ice in a blender until smooth.

Honey-Turmeric Pork with Beet and Carrot Salad

A little honey in the marinade helps these cutlets caramelize, guaranteeing they’ll be nicely browned despite the super-short cooking time. [ Marinade up to 12 hours ahead] Recipe & Credits Here

Ingredients

SERVINGS: 4

  • pounds boneless pork shoulder (Boston butt), fat trimmed to ¼ inch, cut into 4 pieces
  • Kosher salt and freshly ground black pepper
  • 2 garlic cloves, finely grated
  • teaspoons finely grated peeled turmeric or ½ ground turmeric
  • ½ cup plain whole-milk yogurt
  • ¼ cup honey
  • 2 tablespoons (or more) fresh lemon juice, divided
  • 2 tablespoons vegetable oil
  • 3 small beets, scrubbed, thinly sliced
  • 3 small carrots, preferably with tops, tops reserved, carrots scrubbed, cut on a diagonal
  • 2 tablespoons finely chopped fresh chives
  • 2 tablespoons olive oil
  • Flaky sea salt

Preparation

  • Pound pork between 2 sheets of plastic wrap to ¼” thick; season with kosher salt and pepper. Whisk garlic, turmeric, yogurt, honey, and 1 Tbsp. lemon juice in a small bowl; season with kosher salt and pepper. Place cutlets in a large resealable bag. Add yogurt mixture, seal bag, and toss to coat. Let sit at least 10 minutes.
  • Remove cutlets from marinade, letting excess drip off. Heat 1 Tbsp. vegetable oil in a large skillet over medium-high; cook 2 cutlets until browned and cooked through, about 2 minutes per side. Transfer pork to a platter. Wipe out skillet; repeat with remaining cutlets and 1 Tbsp. vegetable oil.
  • Toss beets, carrots, carrot tops (if using), chives, olive oil, and remaining 1 Tbsp. lemon juice in a small bowl. Season with kosher salt, pepper, and more lemon juice, if desired. Serve pork topped with salad and sprinkled with sea salt.
  • Do Ahead: Pork can be marinated 12 hours ahead. Chill.

Ginger-Lime Cauliflower

The Indian flavors of this dish combine cooling spices (fennel, coriander) with the heat of a jalapeño. Remove the seeds from the pepper if you like things a little less fiery.

Ingredients

SERVINGS: 6

  • ½ tsp. kosher salt plus more
  • 1 2” piece ginger, peeled
  • ½ medium head cauliflower, cut into small florets
  • 1 Tbsp. olive oil
  • 1 tsp. yellow mustard seeds
  • 1 tsp. fennel seeds
  • 1 tsp. ground coriander
  • 1 tsp. ground cumin
  • 1 tsp. ground turmeric
  • ¼ cup fresh lime juice
  • Cilantro leaves with tender stems (for serving)

Preparation

  • Toss jalapeño and ½ tsp. salt in a small bowl. Finely grate ginger and squeeze juice into jalapeño mixture (you should have about 1 Tbsp. juice); discard pulp. Set jalapeño mixture aside.
  • Cook cauliflower in a medium pot of boiling salted water until tops of florets are slightly translucent, about 1 minute; drain and rinse under cold water. Set aside.
  • Cook oil and mustard seeds in a medium saucepan over medium-high heat, stirring, until seeds begin to pop, about 2 minutes. Add fennel seeds, coriander, cumin, and turmeric. Cook, stirring, until fragrant, about 1 minute. Remove saucepan from heat and mix in lime juice and reserved jalapeño mixture. Let cool; season with salt. Add reserved cauliflower to saucepan and let marinate at least 1 hour.
  • Top with cilantro just before serving.
  • DO AHEAD: Cauliflower can be made 3 days ahead. Cover and chill.

Burgers aren’t the only grilled things we want to eat with our hands. Thanks to a flavorful brine and a super short cook time, sandwich-friendly boneless breasts take on a whole new life between two slices of bread.

Ingredients

SERVINGS: 4

  • 2 skinless, boneless chicken breasts (about 1 pound), halved horizontally
  • 1/4 recipe Curry Brine (click for recipe)
  • 4 stalks celery, thinly sliced
  • 1/2 small fennel bulb, thinly sliced
  • 1 tablespoon plain whole-milk yogurt
  • 1 teaspoon fresh lemon juice
  • 3/4 teaspoon celery seeds
  • 1 tablespoon mayonnaise plus more for serving
  • Kosher salt, freshly ground pepper
  • 4 large or 8 small slices country-style bread
  • 1/4 cup olive oil
  • 1/2 small red onion, thinly sliced
  • 1/2 cup picked dill with tender stems

Preparation

  • Combine chicken and Curry Brine in a large resealable plastic bag, seal, and turn to coat. Chill at least 4 hours.
  • Prepare grill for medium-high heat. Combine celery, fennel, yogurt, lemon juice, celery seeds, and 1 tablespoon mayonnaise in a medium bowl; season with salt and pepper and toss to combine. Set slaw aside.
  • Grill chicken until cooked through, 5–7 minutes per side. Brush bread on both sides with oil and grill until toasted, about 2 minutes per side; spread with mayonnaise. Build sandwiches with bread, chicken, slaw, onion, and dill.
  • DO AHEAD: Chicken can be brined 1 day ahead. Keep chilled.

Recipe for Chicken Brine:

This recipe makes enough brine for one 3½–4-pound chicken or 4 pounds of chicken pieces.

Ingredients

SERVINGS: MAKES 1 QUART

  • 1 quart buttermilk
  • 4 teaspoons kosher salt
  • 1 teaspoon freshly ground black pepper
  • Whole chicken and/or chicken pieces

Preparation

  • Combine buttermilk, salt, and pepper in a large resealable plastic bag. Add chicken and chill at least 4 hours or overnight. Drain before using.

Curry

  • Add 4 teaspoons curry powder, 2 teaspoons ground cumin, and 2 teaspoons ground turmeric.

Chipotle

  • Add 2 tablespoons adobo sauce from a can of chipotle chiles in adobo.

Louisiana-Style

  • Add 2 tablespoons smoked paprika, 2 tablespoons Tabasco, and 2 teaspoons celery seeds.

Lemon-Dill

  • Add 2 thinly sliced lemons, 4 finely grated garlic cloves, and 2 cups chopped fresh dill.

Salmon with Cucumber–Yogurt Sauce and Carrot Salad

 

The crisp-skinned salmon is warmed up with spices and the sweetness of carrots. Then it’s cooled down with one of the most refreshing combinations of all time: cucumbers and yogurt. Read More Here

Ingredients

SERVINGS: 4 PLUS 1 LUNCH THE NEXT DAY

Cucumber-Yogurt Sauce

  • ½ cup plain Greek yogurt
  • 1 small garlic clove, grated
  • 1 tablespoon finely grated lemon zest
  • 1 tablespoon fresh lemon juice
  • 1 cucumber, peeled, thinly sliced
  • Fine sea salt, freshly ground black pepper

Carrot Salad

  • ½ teaspoon cumin seeds
  • ¼ teaspoon ground turmeric
  • 1 large carrot, shredded
  • tablespoons chopped cilantro
  • 1 tablespoon olive oil
  • 1 tablespoon fresh lemon juice, plus more
  • Fine sea salt, freshly ground black pepper

Salmon And Assembly

  • pounds salmon, preferably wild-caught sockeye or king, skin on, cut into 5 fillets
  • Fine sea salt, freshly ground black pepper
  • 1 tablespoon neutral oil, such as canola or grapeseed, plus more for drizzling
  • Flaky sea salt

Preparation

Cucumber-Yogurt Sauce

  • Combine yogurt, garlic, lemon zest, and lemon juice in a medium bowl. Fold in cucumber and season with fine sea salt and pepper.
  • Do Ahead: Sauce without cucumber can be made up to 1 day ahead; store in an airtight container and chill.

Carrot Salad

  • Toast cumin seeds in a small dry skillet over medium heat, about 1 minute. Add turmeric for the last 15–20 seconds and toast until fragrant. Combine toasted spices, carrot, cilantro, oil, and 1 Tbsp. lemon juice in a medium bowl. Toss and season with fine sea salt, pepper, and lemon juice.
  • Do Ahead: Carrot salad can be made up to 8 hours ahead; store in an airtight container and chill.

Salmon And Assembly

  • Season salmon with fine sea salt and pepper. Heat 1 Tbsp. neutral oil in a large ovenproof skillet over medium-high. Cook salmon, skin side down, undisturbed, until salmon skin is crisped and browned, 3–4 minutes. Gently turn fillets and cook until salmon is just opaque at the center, 1–2 minutes for medium rare.
  • Divide fillets among plates, skin side up, and serve with cucumber-yogurt sauce and carrot salad. Drizzle with neutral oil and sprinkle with flaky sea salt.

See with Your Spirit – Vision is 20/20

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So with curious eyes and sick surmise
We watched him day by day,
And wondered if each one of us
Would end the self-same way,
For none can tell to what red Hell
His sightless soul may stray. – Oscar Wilde

I often write about the importance of an artist’s or a writer’s or a thinker’s truly “seeing,” as opposed to merely looking.

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Even flies can look. Looking is nothing more than image recognition. Seeing is a deeper thing. It has to do with perceiving and with understanding and with the imagination and with empathy and feeling. Seeing things as they truly are requires looking with the spirit and not simply with the eyes, and sometimes it requires a bit of faith.

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In the Northeast, winter is brutally cold and long. I am a gardener and I almost exclusively plant perennials–flowers that return year after year. Perennials  wither and fade during the winter. After most perennials quit blooming, the ground where they once were re-closes and it is easy to forget where the flowers have been. For months, a perennial garden seems to be barren. After several months of staring at nothing but the scalped earth, a novice gardener might begin to feel discouraged. But those of us who have gardened for many years know that as surely as there is May, there will be flowers again.

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A visionary is like an experienced gardener. Even when his world is lying fallow, he is able to see the lush garden that will soon appear.

To see things in the seed, that is genius. Lao Tzu

Abraham Lincoln failed in business three times and failed at campaigning seven times before being elected as President of the USA.

Yesterday, I saw the following video, and it recounts several success stories about people who, in spite of temporary barrenness, continued to have vision:

One huge mistake that many of us make is that of being discouraged by the opinions of other people.Einstein was expelled from school and his teachers said that he was mentally slow. Thomas Edison was told that he was too stupid to learn. Sidney Poitier was told at an acting audition that he was wasting time and that he should get a job as a dishwasher. The Beatles were told that they had no future in show business. Walt Disney was fired from his job working for a newspaper and was told that he didn’t have any ideas.

I continuously realize too late that I should have done this or that thing differently. I repeat the tired expression: Hindsight is 20/20.

In reality, hindsight is not normally perfect either. Even when we review our mistakes, we often don’t see what was wrong with our plans. Too often, we allow public opinion to mute the voice that we need to hear and we make our plans accordingly. We need to see with our souls and with our own intuitions–and not through the clouded lenses that others want us to use. True vision is the only sight that is 20/20 and it is something that we see with our spirits.

©Jacki Kellum May 13, 2016

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I Survive from A Place Inside Myself

Have you ever gotten exhausted from struggling to simply survive? Have you ever thought that just maybe it would be nice if you could go to sleep peacefully one night and simply not re-awaken? I have. While I have many wonderful memories, my life has also been marked by a lot of misfortune. At times, I have to prod myself, simply to keep fighting the good fight, but in the end, I always come back to the realization that living–even if it is only surviving–is a good thing.

“I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow, but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing.” – Agatha Christie

Even when I was a young child, I was plagued by several very unfortunate events. I believe that when small children are distinguished from the masses by their misfortunes, their lives fall into the mode of survival. Perhaps merely surviving becomes habitual and becomes the familiar to the child, and perhaps he keeps making dangerous choices, simply to feel that he is at home. Perhaps that is the case, but I can say that I have also suffered tribulations that I could not have caused.

At the beginning of my junior year of college, I was in a very bad car accident. Most of my teeth were knocked out, and my entire body was scarred. For a while, I couldn’t walk at all. It was a hellish time when it probably would have been very easy to simply let go and die. But I didn’t do that. I plowed through a very bad time of my life, and living since that time has been compromised for me. People have often said to me, “I couldn’t have made it through that ordeal.”

I always chuckle and reply, “When you find yourself in a life and death dilemma, you must make some quick choices about living. You either carry on or you don’t.”

While I was lying in the car, waiting for an ambulance to come carry me to the hospital, I awoke briefly several different times. I was in shock, and I didn’t really register any pain, but I could see enough of my body that I knew that I had been seriously injured. I actually knew that I was dangerouJacki Ksly close to dying, and I remember thinking, “Here I am, dying, and I am all by myself. Dying is a lonely affair. It is something that people must have to do alone.”

“No one can tell what goes on in between the person you were and the person you become. No one can chart that blue and lonely section of hell. There are no maps of the change. You just come out the other side. Or you don’t.” ― Stephen King, The Stand

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Since my car accident that was almost half a century ago, I have found that I spend a lot of time alone. When I was 20-years-old, I had learned that ultimately, I would be myself, and since that time, I have not forged any strong connections with other people. Part of surviving for me has been an exercise in learning to find the will to live within myself, regardless of what else happens around me. It is not the path that I would recommend for other people, but because of the way that I have learned to persevere, that seemed like my only choice.

“Inside myself is a place where I live all alone and that is where I renew my springs that never dry up.” Pearl S. Buck

 

©Jacki Kellum May 12, 2016
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I Grew Up in the Hippie Era but I Wasn’t Really Hip!

I don’t know whether every Baby Boomer feels this way or not, but the older I get, the more confused that I become about which generation that I should actually claim as mine. I was born in 1950, and as though it was yesterday, I remember standing in front of my second-grade class singing Catch A Falling Star and Put it in Your Pocket.

When I was 12-years-old, I remember walking to the neighborhood snack bar and playing Johnny Angel on the jukebox.

A little bit later,  my best friends and I all had shifts made of velvet, and mine was blue.

Not much more than a year after that, I became  a Peter, Paul and Mary Groupie and I clamored for the Hammer of Justice and the Bell of Freedom

On my 15th birthday, my boyfriend gave me a copy of the Beatles’ White Album and he brought me a box of pink tulips that he had cut from his mother’s garden. Those were the first flowers that I received from a boy.

 

When I was 16-years-old, my parents rented the Catholic Hall and hired a band that played Gloria G-L-O-R-I-A over and over again, while all my friends and I danced on my birthday.

Because I went to college at the University of Mississippi, which was rather insulated from the Hippie movement, I wasn’t really aware of it until I was well into college. During the first part of my college years, Rhythm and Blues was the music of the party scene.

During the latter part of the time when I was in college, acid rock began to creep into some of the parties. The Hippie movement was led by college-aged kids when I was in college and a few years before that. In that way, I am from the Hippie era, but I never got into drugs; I didn’t go to Woodstock, and the only thing Hippie about me was my blue jeans, which I sewed with flowers and peace.

Throughout my childhood and youth, I was very much aware of my parents’ generation. I loved the way that when my family was traveling on vacations, we sang songs from the 1940’s and earlier.

When I was a teenager, I had one foot in the 1960’s and another foot in the generation of World War II. Because my dad had fought in World War II and because my mother was a war bride, I felt close to that era, too, and my parents taught me their songs.

But another part of me was nostalgic for my grandparents’ generation. I’ll never forget the days that my grandmother tried to teach me to dance to the Missouri Waltz.

My grandmother’s family were German immigrants who came to America with very little at all, and they chiseled out an existence from that. That was my grandmother on my dad’s side. My great-great-grandparents on my mother’s side landed in Virginia and were among the people who clawed their way across the Cumberland Pass and drove Conestoga wagons  into the midwest. They also survived by the sweat of their brows.

I grew up with the Coca-Cola Santa Claus. That was before the era when kids demanded video games and game-playing systems and computers and cars. When I was a child, Santa still came and left a few toys under our tree on Christmas Eve.

During my childhood, Christmas did not come all year long and for Christmas, I did not simply get a check–a large one, at that–and because of what I did not get during my childhood, life was magical. I wish I had realized that when I was raising my own children.

On a site that compares the Baby Boomers [my generation] to Generation Y [young parents today], I noted the following observations Here. The following is written by a Gen Y:

Differences Between Baby Boomers and Generation Y

 We feel entitled to everything

We are such an entitled generation, we’re babied by our parents and society….

We are more rebellious

Our generation has this chip on its shoulder that for some reason makes it difficult to respect authority….

We constantly want more

Our generation has been given everything since we were born….Being that we were always given what we wanted, many of us don’t appreciate the simple things around us. We are very wasteful and are always looking for more, rather than being content with what we have.

At first, I thought, “Yes. This is true. Today’s young adults are angry and they cannot seem to get enough, but then I recalled some old movies that were made during my parents’ generation.

In The Imitation of Life, an African American child confronts her mother blaming her because she is black. The child becomes a teen and disowns her mother. She is ashamed of the fact that she is African-American.

The old movie Mildred Pierce is about a youth who grows up ashamed of her mother who had to work as a waitress to make enough money to provide for her children. Again, the girl disowned her mother, simply because she was a reminder of tougher times that the girl wanted to forget.

I do believe that there are more young adults today who turn their backs on their parents than there have been in generations past. The practice is so very prevalent that it has been given a name: Divorcing Your Parents.

For at least two or three generations, parents have tried to provide for their children and have been repaid by the meanness of unappreciative kids. The parents in my generation tried to shelter our children more than was customary in times past. Many of us were single parents, and we did everything possible to try to compensate for our having been divorced. In my own case, I know that I gave my children more than I had. Instead of creating a generation of kids who honor and respect us for what we have done, however, we Baby Boomer mothers have created a network of mad kids who detest us for what we tried to do and couldn’t do enough who resent us for what we could not be. In short, we Baby Boomers have created a scary generation to follow us.

In the movie Mildred Pierce, Mildred’s friend Ida said that Mildred should have been an alligator and should have eaten her daughter at birth. Some of us should have probably done the same thing. At the very least, I believe that it is obvious that the Baby Boomer’s concept of family is not the same as that of today’s young adults.

©Jacki Kellum May 11, 2016

Generation

Every Color Sings Its Own Song – Together, They Are A Symphony

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My dad was an artist, too, and I have been around art supplies and color all of my life. I am often asked what is my favorite color. That is like asking a young mother who is her favorite child. I love every single color–each in its own way.

Red, Color, Paint, Bright Red, Colorful

Rootin Tootin Red – Red is a loud, bold, get-out-of-bed, wake-up-and-smell-the-coffee color for me. To me, it screams, “Twist and Shout!”

When some people see red, they think, “Stop Signs, Whoa! Beware! Red, you’re too hot for me.”

But when I see red, I think, “Fiesta! Red, you’re the flush of life.”

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Sunny Summer Yellow –  When it moves toward the orange side of the color wheel, yellow is a warm, sunflower color. When I think about golden yellow, I think about beach parties in August and dancing on the hot, summer sands. It’s odd that on the stoplight, yellow is the signal for caution and slowing down. For me, yellow is, “Get ready, get set, Go.”

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When yellow moves toward green, I see an earth that whispers, “Spring.”

I see the buds that form on limbs and shoots of grass and flower stems. The orangey yellow warms the ground, and the greenish-yellow grows.

 

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Now, green itself is a woodland deep and luscious  leaves where fairies sleep. Green is where the rabbits run and where the forest blocks the sun. Green is the cool on a hot, summer day–the place where the angels play.

And blue is how they pray. Background, Art, Abstract, Blue, Artwork, Painting

 

 

 

I  could move through every color, saying what I specifically like about each one. Suffice it to say, however, that each color sings to me in its own special way, and when I see all of the colors working together, I hear a symphony. That’s the way that I feel about the ethnicities of people, too.

As I mentioned yesterday, I work part-time as my library’s children’s librarian. Last week, our library had a Cinco de Mayo party for the children in our area. The community where I live now is very diverse. Young professionals from all over the world live here and work. When I looked around at our Cinco de Mayo party, I did not see any Mexican children, but there was a child whose family moved here this year from China. He is about 3-years-old and speaks no English at all. There was another child whose family recently moved here from Greece. He speaks broken English. There were sisters who moved here from Korea. They speak no English, and I have children whose parents moved here from Ireland. My friend is a retired Spanish teacher, but she is Jewish and her niece and nephew live in Israel. She led the program. I may as well be from a different county, I moved to the Jersey Shore from the South.

I also always have children at my library programs whose grandparents still live in India. They can speak both English and their native languages, and I even babysit for an Indian family. I eat with this Indian family and have tea with them quite often. From my Indian family, I have learned to see arranged marriage in a different light, and I have learned how to cook a few Indian dishes. Tonight, I babysat the house while the cleaners were there and the family had to be gone to a game. Before the family went out the door, they started a movie for me to watch. The children thought that it was a scary movie and before they left, the little 5-year-old boy got a warm, fuzzy blanket and tucked me in. He didn’t want me to be frightened and alone. Americans don’t have a patent on love and nurturing and caring.

Yesterday, I went to get gas in my car and after the tank was filled, the service attendant asked me if $25.95 was okay with me. [New Jersey still has service station attendants who pump our gas]. I chuckled and said, “No, but I don’t know which gallon of gas that I want you to suck back out of the tank.”

Of course, I was kidding, but as I began writing my post today, I thought about the place where I live now. I thought about all of the different types of people that I have gotten to know. If someone asked which child that is part of my work now that I’d be willing to do without, I would not be able to make that choice.

Like the colors of the rainbow, the children that I work with now are all special to me. Each child sings his own song and all together, they make a special kind of place that I have learned to know as home.

©Jacki Kellum May 10, 2016

Diverse