Cooking Adventures, Ethiopian Style

I made this Curried Tomato Lentil Soup (Shorba Addis) soup over the weekend. I used fresh ginger as the recipe called for, but I didn’t measure it and think I put more than it called for which was almost too much, if there is such a thing as “too much ginger.” I also used our madras curry powder since I didn’t have any Ethiopian Curry powder lying around, which I think made it nice and spicy, but could explain the difference in the color. I was pretty please with the outcome and will likely try it again.

My soup looked like this:
My soup

Their soup looked like this:
their soup

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Feeling stretched thin

I need to get up and read articles like this http://tinybuddha.com/blog/4-ways-fulfill-needs-helping-others/ to get a positive message for myself instead of reading my email each morning. Emails that just frustrate and confound me. Emails that inform me that ideas are stolen and false accusations are made with no basis for foundation, each of which lead me to a general sense of isolation.

I’m sensing that I’m close to the end of something and have probably gone through my stages of grief for it. I’m done and ready to move on…..

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Callisto, post-procedure

I ran into Dabric and Adam at the movies on Friday night and they asked about Callisto which made me think that likely some more of you all might be interested, so I thought I would share a photo of Callisto’s handsome face!

Callisto

Other than the small deformation on one side of his face that just gives him more personality,, he seems to be doing great! He was such a nice snake the entire time I had to give him shots. At first I was having my husband hold Callisto’s head when I gave him a shot, but the “golden retriever of snakes” once again showed what a nice snake he was and after one shot with help, I just gave him a shot without any assistance. He never one tried to bite me or anything! Good boy!

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This increased sense of compassion does not allow me to shut down

The problem with trying to lead a consciously compassionate life is that I feel so much more; more sensitive to cruelty whether it is towards a living being physically or towards myself emotionally. This is a strange feeling for me and it feels like my heart is very exposed right now.

Throughout my life I’ve survived quite a lot and been through some pretty serious trauma. Most folks don’t know the details since I’m not big on sharing (or hugging, likely due to that same trauma and the fallout from it). As a result of that trauma I have my head “shrunk” at least twice and both doctors I’ve seen were surprised I did not develop multiple personality disorder to cope with the trauma. Instead I learned to cope through disassociation, putting myself outside of the situation and not allowing myself to physically or emotionally suffer through the bad times.

That is how I still cope in times of extreme stress; I basically shut down. Combined with a family history of mental disorder, I’m surprised I’m anywhere near normal mentally, as far as doctors are considered at least.

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Black and Blue Sunday

Had my second myofascial release therapy for my shoulder yesterday. Unlike the first one, I am sore and terribly bruised today. And apparently there was something going on in my low back that he work on so now I’ve got some massive bruising and tenderness going on there. I was going to do some more deep-cleaning today, but I think I’m going to take it easy today instead.

Now it’s time to catch up on blogs, photos and maybe even more work on those darn taxes!

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Running out of spoons

Today is one of those days where I wished I didn’t need to go to work so that I could have the energy to do the stuff I want to do. Instead I’m going to work because we need the income and I’ll likely not get to do what I want to do since I’m running out of energy to do anything else.

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End of Line

My houseguest is gone, as is the week of intensive dance combined with giving that guest an immersion into life in Interior Alaska and her own mini-immersion classes into technology and i.t. support.

Now I start catching up on life: cleaning the house, taking care of critters, studio work and a million other little projects I would like to get done before winter comes. I’m also about to send my husband off for a trip Outside so I’m working around trying to make sure he gets some of my post-work time before he leaves. Please be patient with me as I catch-up!

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The Hostile Hostel – Day One: Check-In Craziness

Since I had stayed at one other hostel for a workshop in Anchorage once before with a fairly decent experience save for the inappropriate treatment of the employees by the owner, Lara and I decided that we would try a hostel stay in a different hostel for our five night stay in Anchorage for a workshop.

As such I booked the Alaskan Backpackers Inn for five nights. I was optimistic abut our stay since I was impressed with the website reservation booking system and thought that based on the photos it would be a suitable place for us to stay.

After a seven and a half hour-long drive, due to heavy construction on the Parks highway, we finally arrived in Anchorage. We went straight to a lecture that was part of the workshop we were participating in, which lasted fairly late. It was nearly 11pm by the time we got to the hostel in downtown Anchorage. Tired and wanting to get some rest, we were thinking it would be nice to get checked in and start our hostel experience. However our first indication of what was to become our “hostile” stay presented itself immediately when we arrived. There was a disagreement going on at the front desk between two men that were sharing a room in the dormitories. I understand the nature of dormitories and as such, Lara and I had booked a private room. However, this argument went on for about ten minutes between two front desk people and the two men, all the while Lara and I are just looking at each other in wonder and I’m thinking to myself that maybe we can get another hotel for the night and figure out other options tomorrow. Finally we get our turn at the desk and the man working there, while completely nice and accommodating, tells us our room is a private with a double bed and that they are full and there are not other accommodations available. Not two beds as I had repeatedly asked for in email exchanges, but one bed for us both.. Anyone who knows me knows I like my own bed. Not so much for comfort as for the fact that I toss and turn a lot at night. IF I have to share, I worry that I am disturbing the other person, which means I don’t sleep well. For this reason I have brought an air mattress to hotels so that I may have my own space to sleep, so that I don’t have to share a bed, don’t have to worry and I can then get a good nights rest. This news that we might have to share a bed, especially after multiple emails with the hostel prior to coming, combined with what we had just seen happen with the other two guests, was enough to make me really starting trying to come up with a plan for other accommodations.

Tired from our trip, Lara and I just look at each other again. I think we were trying to read each others minds to see what the other was thinking. Or maybe we were just so exhausted that neither of us could think straight and was hoping the other would have a brilliant idea. Instead the man behind the counter tells us he is trying to figure something out for us. Again I start thinking we are going to have to find and pay for an outrageously expensive hotel for the night and figure out what else to do the next day. Some minutes later he tells us he has worked out something. We end up with two private rooms and an adjoining bathroom, for slightly less than what we each thought we were going to pay. We think that is a fair enough deal and accept it, but not before a female guest that was in the clubhouse whispers to me “check the room first.”

Annex building
We move the car over by the Annex, as that is where the private rooms are at. They didn’t look like much from the outside, but I’ve learned not to judge buildings in Alaska based on their exterior.

Sadly the exterior may have been the nicer part of the building. The rooms are cold and sparse, with a bed, a fridge and tv, and a rack for personal effects. No chairs to be found in the entire place. Colorful wall in the kitchenette area, which also housed a microwave, but the feeling was more like a jail cell than of a private hostel room. Not quite what we were hoping for, but we had already each paid for the full five nights and figured we would try to make the best of it. The next five nights would test our patience, that’s for sure.

Private Room:
Private Room
I was very happy to have thought to bring an extra blanket and pillow to have as the blanket provided was very thin. I had planned to get some work done, hopefully from the hostel as the website promised free wifi and coffee, but after trying unsuccessfully to connect to three different open points, plus the one that was secure which we had a password for, I decided I would probably have to go into the office the next day so I took a shower before going to bed and called it a night.

Kitchenette:
Kitchenette
Very likely the best part of the hostel. Fortunately we were sharing the same kitchenette. Hate to think about this being a shared area with someone I don’t know.

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Not quite deep thoughts

I’m thinking :
1) I should probably not cut my own hair, especially right before a performance and especially when it involved cutting off more than a half a foot of hair.
2) I should allocate more time than my regular 10 minutes to figuring out what to do with said new short hair for a performance so I don’t look like a hot mess.
2) I perhaps should not try to come up with witty quips for photos when I am tired.

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Don’t Panic.

It’s only 9:30 am and I’m already at work plus I had my fascia manipulated. That feels much better now, thanks!

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