26 September 2005

Annapolis Review

Well here it is! Some salient points from my excursion to Annapolis: My mom and I arrived downtown Annapolis in time for lunch. Back in ’83 (and ’03 for that matter), there was this great market area, where you could grab a sandwich, or seafood and eat it by the harbor. As we drove into town we were shocked to see that the market was cleared out! That’s where we always got our lunches! It was tradition! Well apparently Annapolis doesn’t care about Evans tradition! We found a spot for lunch called Riordan’s. It backs up to our old house, and my mom used to be able to figure out the soup of the day, cause we could smell it! We hung out downtown, I am convinced Annapolis is the hottest town ever, and it’s not just because of the Midshipmen! (really, it’s all cobblestone brick, and the heat actually is absorbed in them, and just radiates out)
By 4pm, we had gotten a parking ticket. I called the number to try to pay with a credit card, and the lady said it wouldn’t be in the system for 24-48 hours. And if you don’t pay it within 24 hours it goes up 5 bucks….so how are you supposed to pay over the phone? Well I asked the lady, and she had to transfer me to someone else because she didn’t know! How can you not know the answer to that? I hung up, after wasting 10 minutes of peak cell phone time. We put 2 postcard stamps on the frickin envelope and sent it on its way (again, using more than 37 cents=costing more money). We met Mark by the harbor and went to an Irish Pub for dinner called Galway Bay (a place in Ireland I have been!). How many Annapolis natives and Midshipmen did it take to find the place? All 3 of us! We got a little lost! When we walked in the hostess said to Mark, “Sir, does your commander know you are out on the town with 2 women?” It must have looked like MY MOM and I were going to be causing trouble or something….
We got a personal tour of the Naval Academy by Mark. Which was exciting, he told us pretty much everything we could want to know about the Academy, and I mean everything! It was good though. We learned about the classes he’s taking. I asked if he practices by playing battleship! And, surprisingly- he said they play a game a lot like it, but more high tech! When I saw a “sample room” (you aren’t allowed to see their living quarters) I noticed how sterile it was, “are you allowed to put up posters?” I asked. “um, no…we have this bulletin board area, that we can post anything on, but that’s it” Oh, Susan, we wouldn’t have done well there!


birthplace of MeredithMooreEvans!


The Chesapeake Bay Bridge at sunset!


Mark and I

shoe philosophy of 6:30 am

Why wear black when you can wear green?

25 September 2005

"a mean dessert"

There is a restaurant here called Kings. They have a new dessert called the frownie brownie:

the wine was strong, and the hills are alive

..reflections and notes from church this morning...

While we were singing one of the opening hymns this morning Fr. Mark realized the bread on the altar was still wrapped in saran wrap, I think he tried to take it off without anyone noticing, but I did...I guess the saran wrap remover-er is slacking on their job.
This morning the wine was exceptionally strong, I think Father Mark forgot to add a bit of water during the consecration, or something.
The Bishop is coming next sunday, I'm pretty bummed I'm going to be missing him, I've already met two (of course they were Catholic Bishops). (sidenote: when the Bishop came to camp, one of my campers was like, "oh the Bishop, like in chess?" my protestant response "no, but they are both important!")There is also the annual blessing of the animals (after all it is St. Francis-in-the-Fields Episcopal). We have to honour Francis somehow, his feast day is Tuesday October 4th, so I guess Sunday October 2nd is close enough.
One of the songs we sang had an echo, which normally I really enjoy, but this morning it sounded more like it was a song from The Sound of Music!

24 September 2005

marco polo and eternal damnation

I'm pretty sure I just heard two grown men playing marco polo across the street, at my neighbors'.

I just talked to some Vermonters: James and Beth&Karen.

All of the above informed me that I needed to come to Vermont because the leaves are beginning to change. I was assured that I would see a red tree. Are you kidding me? Like I have never seen a RED TREE? Well, I know that Vermont is famous for it's fall foliage, and I know it's beautiful. I mean they even call the people that come out there to see this bevy of colour "leaf peepers".
James told me that since I knew it was a beautiful area, and I didn't go see it, it was like slapping God in the face, for not seeing his creation. Then further told me that if the rapture came, and we all were taken, I'd be in Eternal Damnation (all for not being a "leaf peeper"!)
He suggested to avoid Eternal Damnation, I should come help him lead a retreat he's having, it's set to be at camp in 2 weeks. (just in time for peeping at leaves) He promised he wouldn't tell anyone I'm not Catholic. I can be a pretty convincing Catholic (except in the presence of a nun in a cathedral in Montreal).


fall in PA isn't too bad, either!

19 September 2005

the anticipation




In less than 24 hours I will be back in the Motherland- Annapolis, Maryland. Birthplace of MeredithMooreEvans. Despite the fact that it's always really exciting to go to a house that your mom tells you is "where she brought you home to from the hospital". (Let's face it she could really be lying) The real charm lies within Annapolis itself. Known as the little city on the big bay, and the sailing capitol of the US, it is also the "Old Line State's" Capitol. It is very picturesque, with streets radiating out from the State House, and a lot of colonial American history. But perhaps the most exciting thing, the thing that is keeping me in great anticipation is that Annapolis is home to the US Naval Academy. Therefore, it is not an uncommon site to see the Navy Cadets hanging out downtown. Something about a man in uniform. Did I mention they have a sweet crew team?

18 September 2005

This morning in chuch, I noticed in the narthex, a pamphlet, and it had the word Holland on it. Naturally, it cought my eye, and I explored it. It was an orderform for tulips and other flowers, but they weren't really from Holland, they were from Burlington, VT of all places. oh the irony.


I also had to restrain myself from doing and saying Catholic things in the service today.

What's wrong with holding hands during the "Our Father"? ..... I mean, the "Lord's Prayer"!

17 September 2005

well that's good to know

tonight at dinner my dad informed my mom and i that
"somerset has the highest per capita rate of cancer occurrence in the US"


well i guess that gives mentor a few more points.

14 September 2005

the box

There is this box that I have been dreading to open and sort through its contents. Not because of what is in it, cause it's all happy stuff, but it's all random stuff. It's all the things that I've tacked on various dorm walls over the years. And I know that when I open it I'll be overwehlmed becuse of it's vast content.




It was a good good thing I sorted through the box tonight, for I found my personally autographed Jeff Timmer poster, and that photo of Max and Kwok (shroom, you know the one).

are you sure?

Today I was having one of those times where none of the music in iTunes was striking my fancy..... so I clicked on the radio option, and then proceeded to click on "International." I scanned the list of stations with things ranging from Iranianradio.com to japan-a-radio...even BNN.com (a dutch station). Well, I decided to click on Cable Radio UK....I hear the DJ say "Cable Radio..a breath of fresh airwaves..." Followed by some beats that are all to familiar, it's gangsta's paradise, are you sure about that breath of fresh airwaves?


Michael Jackson is definitely playing now, come on UK..you're letting me down! (not that there is anything wrong with him, but just not now!)

13 September 2005

Tarrow?

no, it's actually Taro.


I was watching the food channel the other day, the best channel ever, next to the Style Network....

...it was a special on Hawaiian foods, or something and they kept talking about Taro, which is pronounced just like Tarrow.




Well here is some information on it:

In Ancient Hawaii, before 1778, about 300 varieties of Taro were grown in Hawaii. In that time, earlier Hawaiians cultivated Taro mixed with other species, such as Erythrina, banana, papaya, coconut, green peas, which ensure the maintenance of the health of Taro species. 20th century brought the monoculture technique, which made Taro very much susceptible to diseases. Now, in the 21st century there are only 7 to 12 varieties in the Taro family. For diseases, such as fungal disease and pocket rot, scientists have not yet found a cure.

Before Taro can be eaten, all parts of the plant must be cooked, in order to break down the needle-like calcium oxalate crystals present in the leaves, stem and corm. These crystals could be extremely irritating to the throat and mouth lining, causing burning and stinging sensation.


The young leaves of Taro are rich in vitamin C and the roots are rich in a starch composed of amylase (28%) and amylopectin (72%). Taro contains thiamine (vitamin B1), riboflavin (vitamin B2), niacin, oxalic acid, calcium oxalate and a sapotoxin. The tubers contain aminoacids and high molecular weight proteins which inhibit human salivary (and the porcine) pancreatic amylases. The corms contain the anthocyanins pelargonidin 3-glucoside, cyaniding 3-rhamnoside, and cyaniding 3-glucoside. Hydroxycinnamoyl amides have been obtained from the inflorescences and two new dihydroxysterols have been isolated from the tubers.

Mud from the Taro patch was used as a black dye for lauhala and kapa cloth, while some leaf-stem juice yielded red dye. Also, diluted poi was used as a paste to glue together pieces of kapa cloth.
(Krauss,B.H. 1993. Plants in Hawaiian Culture.)


Taro bears a short underground stem called a corm, where the plant stores starch produced by the leaves. In the eight to sixteen months of its development, the corm can grow as large as six inches in diameter. People raise taro to obtain this valuable starchy root. When the plant reaches maturity, it will produce a flower stalk. Near the apex of the flower stalk appears the spathe, or modified leaf, which covers and protects the flower cluster within. Inside grows an erect steam called the spadix. The spadix bears two kinds of flowers: the male and the female flowers. The male flowers lie forward toward the upper part of the spadix, and the female flowers lie toward the lower part. The plant is a hearty succulent perennial herb, with clusters of long heart or arrowhead-shaped leaves that point earthward. Taro grows on erect stems that may be green, red (lehua), black or variegated. The new leaves and stems push out of the innermost stalk, unrolling as they emerge. The stems are usually several feet high. Tiny new plants appear around the base of the root corm. The inflorescence, is an open yellow-white tube, enclosing a spike covered with flowers.
(Lucas,L. 1982. Plants of Old Hawaii)



In Hawai'i, where cultivation has been the most intense, in the early days there were more than 300 varieties of Taro. Approximately 87 of these varieties are still recognized today, with slight differences in height, stalk color, leaf or flower color, size, and root type. Some of the local varieties are Mo'i, Lehua, Ha'akea and Chinese Taro. Depending on the variety, all parts of this sturdy and vital plant are eaten. The Hawaiians cook the immature leaves of the plant in water or steamed them. Also the leaves are served as greens. Sometimes the leaves are cooked with coconut milk (wai a ka niu) in a leaf packet (laulau). The stems are eaten peeled and boiled. The fibrous flesh of the tubers is tough and spongy, ranging in color from white, yellow, lilac-purple and pink to reddish. Grated Taro is also steam or baked with coconut cream to make a pudding called kulolo. The tubers are eaten baked, boiled or steamed, or cooked and mashed with water to make poi. Most important is the starchy root with enough glutinosity to make quality poi. Poi is eaten fresh or allowed to ferment for a few days, often for longer, creating a sour taste considered pleasant, acid, but not alcoholic. The stiffest poi is called locally "one finger" and the most liquid "three fingers". "Two fingers" poi is considered the best by some. The planters know which kind of taro makes the best poi, which variety has the tenderest leaves and which has the necessary medicinal properties.
Taro is often fed to babies as their first whole and natural healthy food, as well as to the elderly, for it is ease to digest and has high vitamin content. Some people call poi the "soul food" of Hawai'i. In the old days, a person might consume up to five pounds of poi per day.
(Lucas,L. 1982. Plants of Old Hawaii).
It is said that Soviet astronauts ate dehydrated Taro in space, adding water to the packets.



The life of Kanaka Maoli, the indigenous Hawai'i people, is linked closely with Kalo. Kalo is believed to have the greatest life force of all foods. According to the Kumulipo, the creation chant, Kalo grew from the first-born son of Wakea (sky father) and Papa (earth mother), through Wakea's relationship with his and Papa's daughter, Ho'ohokulani. Haloa-naka, as the son was named, was stillborn and was buried. Out of his body grew the Kalo plant, also called Haloa, which means "everlasting breath".
Kalo and poi (pounded kalo) are a means of survival for the Hawai'i people. By eating Kalo as poi, one at a time as a ritual around the poi bowl('umeke) at the center of the diners, the protocol of Hawai'i is maintained. This is a ceremony of life that brings people together and supports a relationship of 'ohana (family) and of appreciation with the 'aumakua, the ancestors.
(Krauss,B.H. 1993. Plants in Hawaiian Culture.)

The species is thought to be a native of India and perhaps other parts of southern Asia and from there its cultivation has extended. It reached Egypt about 2,000 years ago and spread into the Pacific area in ancient times. However, it was in Hawaii that the cultivation of Taro, called Kalo, reached its most sophisticated level. Ancient Taro fields can be seen in the Hanaley Valley, Kaua'i, and the remains of others are found in remote areas, now uninhabited, such as Na Pali Coast of Kaua'i.

The generic name "colocasia" is a latinization of the Greek word "kolokasion'. This name has been used, according to the first-century Greek physician and herbalist Dioscorides, for the root of the lotus, Nelumbo nucifera, and borrowed for used as the scientific name for Taro.
"Esculenta" means esculent or edible.
(Green,P.S. 1996. A Hawaiian Florilegium.)



Info above taken from:
http://www.ntbg.org/plants/plantresource_new3.php?rid=139&focus=11

What I miss about Baldwin

I never thought I would say this, but there are a few things I miss about Baldwin...now don't get me wrong, I love my mom, and her cooking (she's up there with St.Rita...pray for us St. Rita.....I mean bake for us!)

This list includes:

Bananas Foster (I don't even like Bananas that much)

The Salad Bar (and Sarah Dignal telling me how beautiful my salads were)

Monte Cristos (dipped in faux maple syrup)

Mashing cake into the bottom of an ice cream cone and topping it off with a bit ice cream with Cjoy (and the wierd looks from others that came along with those actions)

11 September 2005

because I'm emo...

It's not that I wanted you to, or was expecting it, but I noticed you didn't.

10 September 2005

a trip to the video shop

i went into family video this evening to rend a dvd. Not sure if i was on our account, after giving my phone number i told the guy that my name was janet, my mom's name...in an attempt to avoid the hassle of setting up a new account. (I should mention here that family video is the secret employment spot of young attractive guys in somerset) The guy kind of looked at me weird, and asked if i was Brittany (a really bad butchering of Britton...I'm guessing he saw his name on the account) I said no, I'm Meredith...he assured me I was on the account, and then replied "It's not too often you meet a girl under 20 that's named Janet"...to which I smartly replied, "I'm not, I'm 22"
"oh you look young"
(hum, never heard that one before)
"yeah, that's what i hear, i know.." (what the heck am i supposed to say?)
"well, Meredith, your movie is due back tomorrow night before midnight"

"...thank you"

a cool PA evening, a warm cup of red tea, and I'm back into blogging

i realize it has been... oh a good three months since my last post. i sat here and thought about filling you in on what i have been doing, but that would create a very long blog posts, and who reads ridiculously long blog posts? (susan and I don't)

i'm going to jump right in to today, 10 September 2005.
This weekend there is a festival here in Somerset called "mountain Craft Days" This is a really big deal around Somerset county, given the fact I haven't been in the 'Set at this time of the year, I went to check it out. Basically it's a whole bunch of local people who dress up in 1700's-1800's clothing and demonstrate crafts from that time period, they also have food from that time period as well. A lot of the crafts and industry and cuisine is relative to the local area. It ended up to be quite interesting, in a surprising kind of way- they had papermaking, which was exciting, all except the demonstrators weren't there! so I took it upon myself to demo. there were these really interesting things called ham pot pies, I was under strict orders by britton to eat one for him since he's in gr, mi. when you hear ham pot pie, you probably think chicken pot pie, which makes you think, flakey crust, carrots, potatoes, chicken.....well once again PA gets creative with their food....it was like a stew, but with chunks of ham, and a cross between a noodle and dough. oh PA, I like the fries on top of salads idea better (eat-n-park makes thier salads with fries on top, and there is one of these dining establishments in good ole' mentor,oh..not to fear) so maybe my experience at mountain Craft Days was the norm, but J.Schaller, you know as well as I do, that PA has their own way of bootlegging things.

One more thing- one of the booths was 2 men that had all these animal pelts out, and i'm sure were talking about skinning animals. while I could have taken my khaki corduroy, plaid american eagle button down, jean jacket, mary-janed self over there and had a very educated conversation with these men, I decided to keep walking, smirking slightly to myself as I walked by....