Sunday, March 7, 2010

Many Hands Make Light Work


Mike, Jordie, Nick and I were part of a group who spent our Saturday morning volunteering at Kansas City’s community food bank; Harvesters.



In just 4 hours, we shattered the old record, which was 6 tons of food moved and boxed up, ready for distribution to one of the 550+ agencies in Harvesters’ networks. Our group moved... drum roll please... 16 1/2 TONS of food. 66 THOUSAND people in Kansas City rely on Harvesters each week for food assistance. The fastest growing population of need? Suburbia. Our friends, our neighbors, our co-workers need our help.


The urban areas have historically had the most need and those numbers remain relatively stable. Suburbia is now relying more heavily on Harvesters resources than ever before. We are collectively, a people of means with generous spirits. My intent with this post is to nudge you toward action by sharing the awareness that I myself did not fully have before spending a few hours with this organization.


We all see the little white tear-off coupons in increments of $1, $5 and $10 sitting right at the checkout line of our favorite grocery stores. Most of us, my guess is… utilize them from time to time, particularly during the holiday season. Where does the money go and how much of it goes to actually funding the cause and not covering administration costs is often in the back of our mind. Not only did I find out the answer to this question, but was literally bowled over by learning how well this fine-tuned non-profit machine is run overall.


Less than 3% of Harvesters' resources are used for administration and fundraising--well below the industry standard. In the non-profit world, 84% of each dollar going directly to fund its cause is considered a well run operation. With Harvesters, 97 cents of each dollar you donate at your local grocery stores by way of that little tear-off coupon goes directly to feed the hungry. That to me is incredible, especially when you factor in community needs going up, costs continuing to rise and the ability for individuals, corporations, faith-based communities, foundations, social service organizations, and state and federal grants to raise donations is becoming more and more challenging as this economy continues to struggle.


Together we can make a difference; work smarter, not harder. Choose to help fund organizations with impressive (high) program ratio’s and/or demand the same skills from the management of the organizations that are there to guide your favorite causes forward.


And never underestimate the value of your time; it is as valuable a commodity as your money is to these folks. Thousands of corporations, congregations, civic groups and individuals contributed more than 107,000 volunteer hours in fiscal year 2009. That's the equivalent of approximately 52 full-time staff members. Harvesters will be the first to tell you they could not come close to achieving the sort of success they have without our man-hours.


Hunger in our country is unacceptable. It is unacceptable anywhere. We are lucky to have Harvesters in our community taking care of our own. Let’s take care of Harvesters in return.


Note: I know non-profits are made up of diverse organizations and we cannot compare apples to oranges. A food bank has fewer costs than say a museum that has to hire staff and security and insurance. An 84% program ratio might indeed be a good number for a museum, but would be an unobtainable goal for a social services non-profit. I get that. My only point here is that Harvesters… when compared to other non-profits in their industry… is the Gold Medal Standard. Tear off that $1, $5, or $10 coupon next time you’re feeding your own family and you can rest assured that your money is getting to those in need by way of their own kitchen table.



Friday, February 12, 2010

Love is Intoxicating...


Hmph.  

I don't know about that, but a store which sports a lovely window full of empty Skyy Vodka bottles for its Valentines Day display?

Now that's intoxicating Stuff!

I'm wondering if they "emptied them" themselves?  And if they did... are they hiring?

Happy Valentines Day everyone!

Monday, February 1, 2010

Baker


Unlike some Christmas gifts, this one from Toby and Steve to Mikey (the) Baker, has proven to be a great value add around the house.





Other than its obvious and direct violation of my dietary intentions, we are enjoying the fresh new smells and warm feelings of hominess that has enveloped our home since its Christmas Eve arrival.





Mikey is relatively new to bread baking; but you wouldn’t know it from this, his first loaf of Rye.





Now if only we had some homegrown fresh herbs!




Arghhhhh......

Saturday, January 30, 2010

House Divided


I grew up the youngest of three girls. Our Dad, to my knowledge, didn’t seem to mind missing out on doing “boy stuff” i.e. football, baseball, basketball. We girls each had a horse, and we spent our downtime riding. Many of our weekends were spent at horse auctions or participating in small-town rodeo’s; TC was a pretty good barrel racer and Lance, the horse she “rescued” from an imminent glue factory roundup, proved to be formidable around those 3 barrels.



Once the house emptied out, Toby to Colorado College and TC to K-State… I remember doing some of that “boy stuff” with my Dad. We would go hit a bucket of balls, his back was in too bad of shape to play 18 holes but we could manage to get through 100 balls in an evening. We would also watch Royals baseball together. Those were the glory days; George Brett, Freddie Patek, Darryl Porter (May he rest I peace), Willie Wilson, Frank White… heck, I even remember Cookie Rojas at first base! And Whitey Herzog was our coach; yep, those sure were the days!


That was about the time I fell in love with KU hoops too. Rock Chalk Jayhawk, go KU! I learned and loved the legends of Phog Allen, the “Father of Basketball Coaching” and James Naismith; he invented the game of basketball, originally hanging two peach baskets where the modern netted baskets are today. I remember my first KU game in Allen Fieldhouse and the awe I felt at seeing the banner I'd always heard about, “Pay Heed All Who Enter; BEWARE OF THE PHOG", hanging way up in the rafters. Legend has it, coach Allen's spirit haunts KU's opponents when they play at his namesake.  Larry Brown was the coach in those days and we were part of the now defunct Big 8 Conference. College basketball was nothing like it is today. Back then, heck… we had only recently been introduced to cable TV. But once the 1987-88 season of “Danny and the Miracle’s” swept through town, you were hard pressed not to find a KU fan, especially where I lived which is just 30 miles northeast of Lawrence, Kansas… home to “Phog”Allen Fieldhouse.


Personally, I did not choose KU for my college education, a regret I will always have. I had instead set my sights on the University of Michigan; yes, I was almost a Wolverine. Suffice it to say I was following a boy there, and it didn’t work out in the end. He ended up at Washburn pursuing a Law degree and I majored in “Cosgrove’s and Mike’s” at Rockhurst College. That love affair ended after six years, my love affair with KU basketball continues to this day; it does not suck to be a Jayhawks basketball fan.


Mike is a KU grad, so life has always been easy in our house, not like those “house divided” folks. You know the ones I mean… he graduated KU; she went to K-State. Iowa Hawkeyes for him, Iowa State Cyclones for her… what a drag; so much bad Juju in the house on game day.


Today however, that all changed. I have accepted, fully and finally that we are now “one of those”; our peaceful coexistence and camaraderie regarding all things Jayhawks has ended.


Jordan, our junior in high school is a Kansas State Wildcats fan. This is not as much a huge surprise to me as it is an acknowledgement of failure as a parent; the signs have been there for a while. TC was a Wildcat and her daughter Ashley, who Jordie adores and patterns herself after, has followed in her mother’s pawprints.  The stars are clearly aligned against me regarding any future for Jordan as a Jayhawk.


Now I have dressed this kid in Crimson and Blue since the day she was born. We were watching home video’s last weekend and there she was just a baby, on St. Pete’s Beach wearing a Jayhawk T-shirt over her bathing suit to protect her delicate skin from the sun. A couple of years later she wore a KU sweatshirt on an airplane to Colorado. We still have the picture of our pilot holding “Flat Stanley”, disguised as Drew Gooden, in the cockpit. This is the kid who stood in line with me so Jerod Haase could sign our copy of “Floor Burns”, the book he wrote which is a chronology of his senior year at Kansas. For Christmas 2002, Santa left Jordan an authentic KU basketball signed by every single player and coach on the team that season, among them: Nick Collison, Kirk Hinrich, Keith Langford, Michael Lee, Aaron Miles, Wayne Simien, Roy Williams and be still my heart… Danny Manning. I mean come on… who gets that… besides a little girl groomed to be a Jayhawk forever.


This evening is the big Kansas basketball showdown. The Jayhawks are in Manhattan to take on the Wildcats in Bramlage Coliseum. K-State is proving to be a good team this year, they are currently ranked 11th in the country (AP Polls) and are 3rd in the Big 12. (We are currently ranked 2nd in the nation and are poised to move up to the #1 spot the next time the rankings come out. Just sayin…) But their inconsistencies such as knocking off “then” #1 in the country Texas, losing to a scrappy Mizzou, and barely getting by Baylor this week does nothing for our pre-game jitters. We are after all, playing in the Octagon of Doom.


Jordan is in Manhattan this weekend for the debauchery. Our niece Ashley is “in charge” and we are comforted by the fact that Jordan being just 16 years old, looks like she is 16 years old. No Aggieville for her tonight… (Hold your comments folks, let me have my fantasy!).


Mike and I are heading to Lawrence to watch the game with our “Jayhawk” friends Suzie and Norm. Apparently, a swanky new Hotel just opened in Lawrence near the campus with a great bar we’re going to check out. A far cry from the pandemonium going on in Aggieville or on Mass St. tonight, but surely geared more toward our speed.


Jordie is in Manhattan amongst “fellow” Wildcatters, Mikey and I are in Lawrence cheering on our Hawks.


We are: A House Divided.

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

You Say Tomato, She Says Tomahto…

                             


I say “Eh”…



I’ve never been a fan of the tomato. I don’t add them to my salad; I’m not tempted by the cherry variety that I set out on the counter for my kids in the summer. If I was sitting along the canal in Venice, and a dreamy Italian man offered me fresh tomatoes with homemade mozzarella, I’d only reach for the cheese. And the vino of course!


I like red sauce on pasta only. I do not want it on chicken; I do not want it on veal. I only like it sparingly on my pizza.


Sun dried tomatoes however, I adore. The only explanation I can dream up for this anomaly is, you soak anything in good extra virgin olive oil and it turns to magic.


But last night … I started a love affair with the simple tomato.


Since trying to shed some excess poundage as of the first of the year, I knew fresh fruits and vegetables would have to become part of my daily diet. Typically my day, culinarily speaking… is comprised of processed foods. Even when trying to lose weight, I live on Lean Cuisines, Power Bars, Slim-fast shakes; rarely does a fresh fruit or vegetable enter my body. I know now, "I’ve got to change my evil ways... baby!”


Enter the Barefoot Contessa, aka: Ina Garten.

Mike has lots of cookbooks hanging around. Sometimes I flip through the pages in hopes of finding something, anything… to inspire me to cook. After numerous failed attempts, I am finally at peace with marking the pages and leaving them out for Mikey to fix.


One day recently, I was sitting in my friend Kim’s swanky new kitchen watching her seamlessly throw together a pan of fresh veggies to roast; they looked delish. When I expressed how impressed I was by her culinary talent, she shamelessly reached over and held up the Contessa’s “Back to Basics” cookbook.


“Hey, we’ve got that” I declared having recognized the cover. Then Kim poured us another glass of wine and that was that.


A week or so later I was back to carousing the cookbooks and there she was… the Contessa herself, right under the Artisan Bread cookbook Toby sent Mike for Christmas. I thumbed through the pages and found the “oven roasted vegetables” recipe. Not only did I make that, (which was a piece of sugar-free cake!) but the “parmesan-roasted broccoli” was to die for too; the kids liked it so much I’ve made it two more times since!


Admittedly, if the Contessa didn’t have such gorgeous pictures of food accompanying her recipes, I doubt I would have ever tried the “roasted tomatoes with basil”. It was after all, well… tomatos. But I could almost hear them sizzling off the glossy page of that cookbook.  The sweet smell of the rich balsamic vinegar, coupled with the roasted garlic carmelized in extra virgin olive oil was oozing through as well.  I could smell it, I swear . So last night, I gave them a try.


Oh my God.

That’s really all I can say. OMG, OMG… who knew a simple tomato, a winter tomato at that, could be so damn tasty?


I went right back to the store today and bought ten more. I cooked them up for lunch and ate every single one of them. I ate TEN tomatoes… in one day!


You may say tomato, and she may say tomahto.


I just say… "bring ‘em on, roasted with basil please!"


Note:  The picture in the cookbook is oh so much prettier than mine.  But I could not find it online to link  anywhere, so my image will have to suffice!