Saturday, May 22, 2010

What are you, chicken?


Why is everybody so freaked out by the possibility of legalizing egg-laying hens in the city of Ottawa? It's like anything that anyone ever does - if you disagree with it being done, and it's not really hurting anyone, then just close your pie-hole and don't do it.

The opposition's arguments boil down to the same argument used by the otherwise semi-intelligent people who also oppose such developments wind-turbines or urban composting: NIMBY. It goes like this:

Sure, let's move towards using more sustainable, renewable energy sources, like the wind; as long as you understand that those hideous turbine contraptions are Not going In My Back-Yard.

Oh yeah, let's stop filling landfills with potato peels and hair clippings and start composting that organic matter, why, that's a novel idea; but don't you dare try and tell me I have to taint my backyard with my own smelly refuse.

Nimby is the same selfish non-logic as is employed to resist the proposed changing of By-Law no. 2007-77, which currently forbids livestock of any kind within the city limits, with a few exceptions such as the Experimental Farm and Carleton University.

It is easy enough to pay lip-service to the local, slow-food, and organic movement if it simply means you have to shop at different stores. However, when it comes time to invite these food-providors into our own neighbourhoods, we cry about the potential smell, noise, and other, more theoretical, problems such as how people are going to let their chickens run free in the streets until the whole city becomes one big chicken coop and the chickens will start dining on our eggs, instead.

Of course, there are more legitimate concerns too, like disease. I say, if we can't be trusted to handle our own future food in a safe and sanitary way, then we shouldn't trust other establishments, especially those made up of people whose health is not directly at stake - and I'm talking about factory farms here now, folks - we shouldn't let them try to do it for us, either. It's not like factory farms have got food-safety down to a science.

If we, the people, can't do it, and history's shown that factory farms sure can't do it, then it can't be done, in which case we should consider giving up this food-source altogether. Or, for the sake of consistency, we should also outlaw the family vegetable garden, due to the looming threats of E.Coli and vegenitis. Hmph.

I'm frustrated because there is an actually viable solution to factory farms - other than giving up eggs and meat, which is viable, but not going to happen in the immediate future - but people are scared of a little chicken poop - I mean, coop.

I propose that if, and only if, you raise, care for, and slaughter your own livestock, you may have your meat (and eggs) and eat it too. If you can't handle the process, then maybe you shouldn't be allowed to enjoy the outcome. When what's on their plate is directly at stake, then maybe people will finally be so kind as to open their own backyards to progressive social change.

In the spirit of chickens and pie-holes, here's a recipe for Chicken-Less Pot pie that is sure to impress. I won't give you my pie crust recipe, because it's actually not that good.


Tofu Pot-Pie

-2 cups of fried tofu or tvp boiled in veggie broth or onion soup mix
-1 cup carrots and/or potatos, sliced and boiled in the same water as the tvp was.
-1 cup of peas or corn
-1/2 cup celery or cauliflower
{Really, any veggies will do}
-1/3 cup of Earth Balance
-1/3 cup onions, chopped
-1/3 cup of flour
-garlic, cumin, salt and pepper, to taste
-1/4 tsp celery seed
-1 3/4 cup broth
-2/3 cup soy or almond milk

1. Make crust for 2 9-inch pies, top and bottom.
2. In a pot, boil tvp. And veggies. Drain and set aside. If you're using tofu, fry it separately.
3. In a saucepan, over med heat, saute onions in butter until they're soft and clear. Stir in flour and herbs. Add broth and milk. Simmer over med-low heat until it thickens, then set aside.
4. Fill the crusts to the almost-brim, cover with top-crust, seal the edges, and cut away the excess. Cut slits in the top crust.
5. Bake uncovered at 425 for 30-45 minutes.

Bon appetit!





Thursday, May 20, 2010

Ain't nothin but a hound dog













Bailey
Ye misunderstood ol' grump.






Asha
Ever the hopeful.
















Brodie
If he was a person, he would be a
likeable jock, with a Canada flag
tattoo.














Kyna
We wish she was a human but love her, in all
her dog glory.





















Maire
Current occupation: sucky baby.






Tuesday, May 18, 2010

And Then There Was Maire

I had been swearing for years that I would never, ever get another puppy. I went through that in highschool with what is now my parents' dog. Fool me once, shame on you, puppy; fool me twice... shame on me.
I dodged a bullet in India, when I fostered Asha, a mutt who I had found on a side-street in Mysore with a broken leg and other special needs. I was in that open, blissful, travel-induced state of being, so of course I took him in, despite living in a dorm room with strict anti-independent-action policies. Luckily, AirFrance wouldn't let me take him with me, and I didn't think he would survive the quarantine, so I left him with the vet's assistant and several thousand rupees - a misguided attempt to buy my own peace of mind about the fate of a dog who, I realize now, would have been just fine if left to his own devices in the garbage-strewn streets of the city's outskirts.
Then there was Brodie. Dear, dear, crazy Brodie, a one-year old who I picked up in Kelowna - fatefully enough, while I was visiting the very friend who had co-foster-parented Asha with me in Mysore. Brodie was a fine specimen of a Shepherd/Rottie who made me feel protected, loved, and admired... that's what people get dogs for, right? (How embarrassing!) When I first saw him, he was dragging a donkey placenta around in the mud and dodging horses' hooves and steel-toed boots. He was in his very element.
But I nabbed him, and off we drove together, into the sunset, across the big bland country we call home. And so on, and so on, until, after two years together, we parted company; recognizing that he would not be the best creature to have around a newborn baby, we packed his bags and he went to the country with a fellow who fell in love with him at first sight, while I went on to ....
Adopt a puppy. Shame on me!
We recently got Maire (My+Ra). She is a mutt. Depending on who asks, she is either a lab mix, or a Lab/Pitbull with a touch of Dingo for good measure. She's the latest testimony to the power of the puppy face, as well as a reminder to never say never, because you are alive insofar as you are open to fresh and challenging experiences.
On the pit note, here is a really emotionally stirring video that I recently watched. I have been successful at sheltering myself from heartbreaking images of animal abuse. This is a choice that I made, knowing that it is out there, and that a certain degree of exposure to it is inevitable so I might as well cut to the chase and take heart and action, rather than boo and hoo about it. For example, I didn't need to see images of the results of dog fighting to know that it is not the dogs' fault; it is the gruesome outcome of the ultimate human ignorance of failing to respect other species' right to a life free from unnecessary pain and suffering. It follows that breed-specific legislations that are enforced because of the falsehood that "all pitbulls are dangerous because some of them are bred to engage in dogfighting" are ridiculous, unless we are talking about trying to breed-specifically legislate human idiocy. These dogs are among the gentlest around, and are less likely to show aggression towards your pet or child than a Golden Retriever. Anyway - if you're like me and have granted yourself the favour of letting yourself off the hook on this one, then prepare to shed a cupful of tears, for sure, because you're not adequately de-sensitized. Or, if you've ignored the issue despite being a self-proclaimed animal-lover, then here's some impetus.
On a lighter note - on the Brodie note - here's a recipe for a vegan Sherpherd's pie that's quite delicious.
Shepherd's Pie
2 tbsp ketchup
4 cups hot water
4 medium potatoes
2 tbsp olive oil
1 cup onion, chopped
1/2 cup celery, chopped
1/4 cup whole wheat flour
2 cups vegetable broth
1/2 tsp salt
1/2 tsp thyme
1/2 tsp marjoram
garlic powder to taste!
1 1/2 cups carrots, sliced and cooked
1 cup peas or corn
1 tbsp Earth Balance
a bit of soymilk
1/2 tsp paprika
1. Boil four cups of water. Add the tvp and the ketchup. Simmer it for about 20 minutes, until the tvp is tender and there is no more liquid.
2.Make mashed potatoes and set them aside.
3. Cook the carrots until they are just barely tender. (You can use the potato water for this. Save the water again, too.)
4. Lightly saute the onions and celery. Sprinkle the flour over it and stir it in. Cook them for a few more minutes, then add 2 cups of liquid broth.
5. When the sauce bubbles up, add seasonings.
6. Add the tvp mixture.
7. Put it in a casserole dish. Spread the mashed potatoes on top. Sprinkle with paprika.
8. Bake, uncovered, for 30 minutes at 350.