Been trying to make more simple noodle dishes since my son is in a picky phase. These two are NY Times recipes and are VERY simple and easy to adjust. Plus they call for spinach which he (so far) will eat with the noodles. Will include screenshots of the recipes and my adjustments once I get a moment.
I didn’t have fresh udon and just used spaghetti and it was great. Use what you have; don’t over think it. I also didn’t have sesame seeds but used furikake (which has sesame) and it was excellent. I prefer the spinach added in last to gently wilt but this method (adding to the pasta water at the end) is fine. This one is great because it uses one pot.
Are there any myths, narratives, stories, etc.—religious or otherwise—about men as caregivers? I’m very ignorant of what’s out there. The only ones that comes to mind, strangely, are the Homeric Hymn to Pan (19) and the way Jesus talks about children in the synoptic gospels. Any and all suggestions or ideas are welcome!
1/ As I was doing some research for an essay I’m working on I realized something pretty amazing about Thoreau: when he left Walden in September 1847 it was, among other reasons, to live with Emerson’s wife and children to help care for them and the house while Emerson traveled around Europe.
3/ [cont.] Thoreau's life at Walden had been Emerson's greatest gift to him; if his friends needed a favor in return, he would say yes… As Waldo's ship disappeared over the horizon, Lidian and Henry returned to Concord to take up housekeeping together.
Thoreau the hermit was history. Never again would Henry live alone.”
2/ Walls puts it this way in her biography of Thoreau: “More prosaically, he left because he was called away by someone he could not refuse—Lidian Emerson. Waldo was planning a yearlong lecture tour in Europe, where interest in Transcendentalism and in Emerson himself was growing. As late as August 29, it still appeared that Lidian would board with a friend while her husband was away, but suddenly she invited Henry to live with her and the children instead.
4/4 What’s really interesting to me is not only the way this challenges the misguided but popular mythology about Thoreau’s time at Walden (self-reliant sylvan misanthrope) but the way it strengthens the truer mythology of his life (which I recently wrote about here https://medium.com/bookish-nook/the-genius-of-the-wood-0a97929dfcb9 )
when the compost place that sells us by compost/soil/mulch by the truck bed full says "oh I'm not going to write you a sale ticket, we know you, just drop off your check up front"
“words mean things,” yes, but sometimes we must also weigh that again the fact that we live amongst other human beings, and sometimes being definition-right is the same thing as being a fucking asshole.
@paris “Words are not just wind. Words have something to say. But if what they have to say is not fixed, then do they really say something? Or do they say nothing? People suppose that words are different from the peeps of baby birds, but is there any difference, or isn't there?
@paris What does the Way rely upon, that we have true and false? What do words rely upon, that we have right and wrong? How can the Way go away and not exist? How can words exist and not be acceptable? When the Way relies on little accomplishments and words rely on vain show, then we have the rights and wrongs of the Confucians and the Mo-ists. What one calls right the other calls wrong; what one calls wrong the other calls right.”