• South Africa: examined experience

    I’m back! I went to South Africa and then I came home, the end. 

    Just kidding! But seriously, the past two and a half weeks feel like a giant, nameless blob. Part of me wants to run away and ignore it forever because:

    It’s too much.
    I have nothing to say. 
    I’m drowning in thoughts.
    I don’t have the words.
    I know so little. 

    ***

    One of the host organization’s leaders told us, both on our pre-trip zoom calls and then a couple times in-person, that he doesn’t agree with the “experience is the best teacher” statement.

    “I have hundreds and hundreds of experiences every single day,” he said, “and they teach me absolutely nothing. But examined experience — now that’s where the real learning happens.”

    So. I had an experience, and now for the examining. 

    Here’s to hoping I learn something. 

    ***

    Travel Days
    We arrived in Johannesburg in the evening, bleary and rumpled after our 15-hour direct flight (and before that a two-hour flight from Dulles to Newark, and before that, a two-hour bus ride from my town to Dulles) — FIFTEEN HOURS, friends, in seats that reclined a total of two freaking inches. I bought a neck pillow for the flight — figured I’d be like one of the cool kids — but it turns out that neck pillows, when one is in an upright position, only serve to thrust one’s entire head forward in the most awkward position possible.* 

    Also note, sitting upright for 15 hours is painful on the hips, spine, and emotional wellbeing. I used to think flying was fun, but not anymore. I am a baby. 

    Anyway. The flight eventually ended (while in the air, we jumped forward six hours), and we arrived at St. Benedict’s, an Anglican retreat center where Desmond Tutu occasionally sequestered himself and where we would be staying for the first part of the pilgrimage. 

    Iziko (pronounced “ee-ZEE-ko”) leaders doled out t-shirts, water bottles, pens and notebooks, the wi-fi password, towels, and a little booklet containing the schedule, brief summaries about the sites of struggle we would be visiting, and poems and prayers we would be using in our group times. I didn’t use the book much while we were there, but now that we’re home, I find myself repeatedly referencing it for spellings, dates, and definitions. It’s a brilliant little resource.

    ***

    Some stats to get you oriented:

    • This pilgrimage was organized by Mennonite Mission Network (MMN). 
    • There were twenty people in our group, including our two MMN leaders.
    • Iziko Lamaqabane — which means “the gathering space of comradeship” — was our host organization. Iziko’s earlier name was Anabaptist something or other, but to most South Africans, “Anabaptist” is a meaningless word, so they changed it to something that everyone would immediately understand.
    • Our Iziko leadership team was comprised of four people: Mzi, Pokie, and Nkosi live and work in and around Jo’burg, and Steve, a white person from the US who has lived in many different countries, the last 15 years of which have been in South Africa, lives and works in Cape Town. The four of them, in one configuration or another, accompanied us for the duration of our pilgrimage. 

    So what, you ask, does Iziko do? Here, I’ll let them explain in their own (booklet’s) words.

    Iziko Lamaqabane is on a pilgrimage to heal colonial wounds, disrupt systemic violence, and cultivate faith formed by and expressed in liberative praxis. By working in relational solidarity with urban peace and justice practitioners, Iziko serves those active at the site of struggle by facilitating spaces of retreat, exchange and collective learning grounded at the intersection of anabaptism, Black liberation theology and critical consciousness.  . . . It is our conviction that the more we can walk together, sharing stories, friendship and knowledge, the more our wisdom, longevity and capacity to disrupt violence and oppression will grow. 

    ***

    Three Disclaimers
    1. I am taking creative license with the quotes in this series. Most of the statements are not direct quotes (though some of them are!), but the essence of them is, to the best of my memory, true. 

    2. Some quotes, ideas, photos, and reflections may be recorded out of the order in which they actually occurred. This is due to my faulty memory and the ever-present bubbling of ideas. But again, the gist of the sequence is true. 

    3. Remember that I am new to much of this information. I am not an historian, nor am I a theologian or a scholar or reporter. I took daily notes in South Africa, and while I am fact-checking myself and running some of the more tricky bits by people who know more about South Africa and its complicated history than I do, there is still a good chance there are flaws in my recounting. 

    Grace, people. I’m operating on grace here. Challenge me, ask questions, and then go do your own research.  

    at one of the sites of struggle later in the week

    Let’s all be pilgrims together.

    ***

    *Silver lining: neck pillows make a fantastic sleeping pillow when flat on one’s back. Highly recommend. 

    P.S. My husband read this post and then said, “You didn’t even start!” And this, after two full days of writing and 18 pages of typed notes. I think I’m gonna go curl up in the fetal position and suck my thumb.

    This same time, years previous: extraction, dulce de leche, chai tea concentrate, wait for it, the quotidian (11.4.19), sour cream coffee cake, old fashioned apple roll-ups, cinnamon pretzels.

  • spanish poblano casserole

    Did you plant any peppers this year? Are you now slammed with so many that you don’t know what to do with them all? Am I the only one?

    My kids have brought in so many bowls of pepper that it’s kinda ridiculous. I’d forgotten what I’d planted — turned out to be bells, bananas, and poblanos. We ate a bunch in salads, and my younger daughter and I fried up multiple batches of mixed peppers and onions which we then divided into small portions to freeze for winter soups, spaghetti, and beans (a kitchen hack which is so freakin’ handy that I may have already plowed through a large portion of my supply, oops).

    ANYWAY. When one of my girlfriends admired my giant bowl of peppers, I said help yourself. So she did, but she took only the poblanos — all the poblanos. Why just the poblanos? I asked. Because I have a special dish that uses poblanos, she said. (And actually, back then we were calling them “anchos” but now I’m pretty sure they’re poblanos. See above comment about not knowing what I planted.)

    A couple days later when the next giant bowl of peppers landed in my kitchen, I texted her. 

    Me: What’s that pepper recipe you were going to make?
    Her: Layer of peppers covered with Spanish rice, beans, corn, cheese (you could add meat), and baked. 
    Me (a couple days later): What’s your Spanish rice recipe?
    Her: Last time I sautéed onions, peppers, tomatoes, garlic with cumin, turmeric, salt. Then I added already cooked rice. You can also dump all that with the uncooked rice and water in the rice cooker.

    And then I was off.

    One thing I did differently from my girlfriend’s recipe: I blistered my poblanos in my birthday Ooni (more on that later!) to give them a charred, smoky flavor.

    There is so much ooh la la in this photo that I can hardly stand it.

    Alternatively, you could blister them over a gas flame, or under the broiler, or just use them fresh, uncharred. As you like it!

    I’ve actually made this recipe twice now, both times serving it with sour cream and salsa. The first time my family was kind of befuddled. Like, they thought it was good but didn’t know what it was (at which point I realized that I don’t often make casseroles, ha!) and kinda tiptoed suspiciously around it, asking questions and making suggestions, such as: 

    *top with chopped tomatoes, shredded lettuce, and onions 
    *avocados would be good!
    *more beans
    *serve with corn tortillas or tortilla chips
    *lime wedges

    Clearly, they were digging the Mexican vibes.

    Even though my whole family ended up scarfing this casserole (when we had it for family night supper, my older son had four giant servings), certain kids picked out the large pieces of pepper. I get it, actually: large chunks of pepper are kinda daunting (though they’re silky soft and cut easily). But the reason my girlfriend recommends leaving them in big pieces is because every now and then, she says, you get a pepper that’s wildly fiery and it’s nice to be able to just pluck it out. However, I have only encountered one chunk of spicy pepper in all my poblano casserolling, and it wasn’t very spicy, so if you’re feeling brave, go ahead and rough-chop the poblanos and just sprinkle them over the bottom of the pan.   

    I think this casserole might make for a good freezer meal. In fact, I have one in the freezer for the family to eat while I’m gone, so I’ll have to check in with them later to see how it turned out and then report back. 

    I don’t have any photos of the finished casserole, but here’s a photo of our supper club …

    … to which I contributed this casserole, along with homemade sour cream and fresh corn tortillas.

    Spanish Poblano Casserole
    Adapted from my friend’s texted recipe.

    For the pepper layer, feel free to use whatever peppers you have on hand. Also, I did not measure my ingredients for the Spanish rice; just do whatever feels good.

    6-10 fresh poblanos 
    3-4 cups Spanish recipe (see below)
    1 pound crumbled sausage, cooked
    2 cups of corn
    4-5 cups of beans
    a few cups of grated cheeses, such as Pepper Jack, Mozzarella, Feta, Cheddar, etc.

    to make the poblanos
    Wash and then char, if desired (this step can be done ahead). De-stem and de-seed the poblanos, cut in half (or rough-chop them), and spread them over the bottom of a casserole pan. Drizzle with olive oil.

    to make the rice
    Heat some oil (or sausage grease, bacon fat, whatever) and toss in a couple cups of uncooked white rice along with some — all of this is optional — chopped onion, pepper, tomato, and minced garlic. Saute until the rice is toasty. Add 1 teaspoon of turmeric, a couple teaspoons of ground cumin, some chopped fresh cilantro (if you have it), a teaspoon of salt, and some black pepper and stir. Transfer the toasted rice to the rice cooker, top with the proper amount of water or chicken broth, and cook.

    Spread a layer of rice over the poblanos (you probably won’t use all the rice, just FYI), followed by the cooked sausage, the corn, the beans, and then a couple cups of cheese. Drizzle the whole thing with olive oil. Cover with foil and bake at 375 degrees for 45 minutes. Remove the foil, add a couple more cups of cheese, and bake, uncovered, until the cheese is melty and toasty. 

    Serve the casserole with salsa, sour cream, hot sauce, and fresh hot corn tortillas. Other optional condiments: black olives, chopped green onions, picked red onions, diced tomatoes, shredded lettuce, fresh cilantro, avocado, tortilla chips, and lime wedges.

    This same time, years previous: gingerbread to build with, simplest sourdough bagels, show and tell, the quotidian (10.12.20), the relief sale of 2019, English muffins, a weekend away, soiree!, peanut butter fudge, a list.

  • this guy

    After church on Sunday, our older daughter snapped some photos of my husband and me. We never pose just nice. Here I am, aggressively pointing out that I’m taller than him in my heels.

    And then I went goofy without him knowing.

    He figured it out, though, right quick. Probably because our daughter was laughing.

    At which point he went all “don’t touch me” on me, which is his MO.

    And thus concluded our brief foray into the world of couples portrait photography.

    The End.

    P.S. Today’s his birthday and I’m celebrating it by not wrecking his life by making him build a whole freaking barn (a gift which was as overwhelming as it was extravagant and from which he is still recovering/reeling). Today, we’re celebrating with birthday bagels for breakfast, and burgers on the grill with the kiddos tonight.

    This same time, years previous: barn cake, mushroom salt, Belper Knolle, fig walnut biscotti, home again, happy birthday, sweetie!, pasta with chicken, broccoli, and oven-roasted tomatoes, up and over.