This week’s Links to Love, friends. I hope you are ignoring the idiot-in-chief’s stupid plans to re-open the country without any plans for widespread testing and no real hope of a vaccination. Please stay safe – stay home.
That said, as always, take what you need from this week’s links and ignore the rest.
“Quarantine cooking”: since we are not actually under quarantine, this is a misnomer, but ti’s not going to stop me from making this roasted beet dip with Aleppo pepper crackers. Beets are especially delicious this time of year, and I am here for it.
And I may have missed making these buffalo and bleu deviled eggs for Easter, but since I don’t celebrate Easter it doesn’t really matter. Anything deviled surrounding an organized religion makes me laugh, and although I am not generally a fan of deviled eggs, these are delicious. 10/10 would recommend.
Everybody keeps talking about how much our dogs are going to miss us, but what about cats? I think they are eyeing us with contempt, coming so late as we are to operating on cat time.
Finally, maybe we can take this time to experience some post-traumatic growth. The linked article from The New York Times posits that it’s not the Pollyannas who make it through adversity with no lingering effects – it’s those who take a tragically optimistic outlook. The recommendation by an overwhelming majority of researchers who study this topic of resilience suggests that looking for meaning – not happiness, and especially not happiness via consumer goods – is the way through this pandemic.
The day you plant the seed is not the day you eat the fruit.
There are two sides of me warring inside as we continue with this pandemic, even as the earth’s skies clear and waters teem again with fish.
The first, as familiar as my favorite pair of jeans (which now have a rip and look terrible on me BUT I DON’T CARE), believes that we will not learn, that we will go on destroying the planet and each other. Because we are selfish, meminemy people who would not seize a learning opportunity if it slapped us in the face. We want what we want, come hell or highwater. #HellIsOtherPeople #Irony
The second side, odd but somehow also something I recognize, has hope that perhaps things might be different. That this situation will somehow show people the real way, the way of kindness and love. The only way that is actually sustainable.
It doesn’t really matter which day “yesterday” actually was because, let’s face it, no one really knows what day it is, and if they say they do they are a bald-faced liar.
But yesterday. Woke up with another headache, many weeks straight, anxiety, overall fogginess in my whole body and brain. I was glutened accidentally a couple of days ago, and this accounts for some of it, but I think the general medical term for what I am experiencing is malaise.
I, and many all around the globe, are suffering from malaise: a general feeling of unwellness or discomfort whose cause is not possible to identify.
Yesterday seemed to be the culmination of a long-building malaise. The simplest of tasks were challenging, like swimming through pudding.
I have no solutions. I have no quick fixes. I did the long walk, I taught the yoga class, I hydrated like a motherfucker. I ate well. I took meds – prescription and CBD and allergy meds.
Today?
Today I feel a little better.
I am not going to say that these oranges were the thing that helped, but they certainly did not hurt. Long-time readers of this blog will recall my uneasy truce with citrus (my grandmother is now 101), but I actually went out and bought oranges on purpose for this use.
Correction: I bought them online, and Octavius from Giant on 41st, as wonderful a person as ever walked the earth, put them in my car.
This is not my recipe, these cold, candied oranges. This recipe belongs to The New York Times. Because they sometimes have an annoying paywall, I am going to go ahead and write things out here (copy/paste, actually). I cut the recipe in half because I cannot eat six of these, and even still I will give two away.
But my goodness. The orange, encased in a festively striped peel with the stained glass orange flesh peeking through, becomes plasma inside – not liquid, not solid. The peel keeps a satisfying chew, but the orange itself becomes Something Other, rising above its pedestrian squirty self. The flavor stays true to the orange, and once you’re done eating the orange itself, you’re left with a delicious orange simple syrup for the best old-fashioned you may ever drink.
Get at it. Can’t hurt.
Cold Candied Oranges
Ingredients
6 firm, juicy, seedless oranges with thin skins (Cara Cara oranges), no bigger than a baseball
6 cups granulated sugar
Preparation
Bring a stainless-steel pot of water to a boil. (It should be large enough to hold the oranges submerged.)
Wash and dry the oranges, and channel from stem to navel at 1/2-inch intervals, removing strips of peel while leaving the pith intact, until the oranges resemble those onion domes on Russian churches. (Suzannah’s note: I had no idea what a channeler was, but I actually had one in the drawer in my kitchen. I don’t know that you could substitute any other tool, but I suppose you could try).
Place the oranges and their long, fat threads of channeled peel into the boiling water, and reduce to a simmer. Cover the oranges with a lid one size too small for the pot, to keep them submerged. Let them blanch for about 25 minutes to remove the harshest edge of their bitter nature. They should swell and soften but not collapse or split. (Suzannah’s note: SIMMER. Not rolling boil. They will split)
Remove the oranges and zest from the simmering water with a slotted spoon, and set aside. Dump out the blanching water, and return the dry pot to the stove.
In that same pot, combine the sugar with 6 cups water; bring the sugar water to a boil over medium-high, stirring until the sugar has dissolved, then allow to gently boil, and reduce for 10 minutes, uncovered. You want some water to evaporate and for the syrup to take on a little body.
Carefully place blanched oranges and zest into the sugar syrup, and reduce heat to a very slow, lethargic simmer. Cover oranges with a parchment circle cut slightly larger than the circumference of the pot (by 1 inch is enough), then place the too-small lid on top of the parchment on top of the oranges, to keep them fully submerged (and sealed under the parchment) in the sluggishly simmering syrup.
Cook the oranges in the syrup for about 45 minutes, checking on them frequently to keep the temperature quite slow and stable, until they take on a high gloss and appear vaguely translucent and jewel-like. (We have several induction burners that come with features that can hold a temperature, and I leave the oranges at around 170 degrees for most of the candying, sometimes with a little bump up to 180. But without a thermometer or an induction burner, just a visual slow, slow, slow bubble is a good cue.)(Suzannah’s note: I clipped a candy thermometer to the edge of the pot and watched the temp)
Cool oranges and peels in their syrup for a full 24 hours before serving. This kind of “cures” them. They get even better after 48 hours. First, you’ll want to let them cool at room temperature until no longer warm to the touch, at least 4 hours, then refrigerate them until thoroughly chilled. The oranges last refrigerated for 1 month as long as they are submerged in that syrup.
Serve very cold. Eat the whole thing, skin and all, with a knife and fork. It’s like a half glacéed fruit and half fresh fruit — refreshing, tonic, digestive and so great after dinner.