Saturday, October 25, 2008

Olives Olives Everywhere

Although growing up in a place like Alaska affords an individual an incredible amount of privileges that 48er's and many other people don't get to experience (hunting, fishing - real fishing I mean, hockey at 20 below, ice fog, road kills, northern lights, and so much more), at some point the average alaskan realizes that he/she is lacking in some areas of knowledge and experience, which the rest of the world considers average [however, the things we learn as Alaskans far outweigh the things we lack...there is my alaskan pride :) ]. I remember when I went to Puerto Rico and learned, to my youthful surprise, that coconuts do not grow like I see them in the store, but rather are covered by a thick green husk. I remember my first few days in Chicago and learning that I had no inherent knowledge of how to ride the transit system (which turned out to be very easy). And last year I remember learning that Olives, depite looking very tasty while still on the tree are, in fact, incredibly bitter. The first, and last, time I tried it I thought I had been poisened and immediately spit it out, though the aftertaste lingered for almost an hour. Ever since that time I have been inquestive as to how those little fruits go from being so terribly nasty to the delicious olives I have eaten so often here.

So, that is my elongated preface to saying that I finally learned how to pick, prepare, cure, and serve Middle Eastern olives (which differ greatly from the black olives you buy in America). First the boring scienctific explanation behind why olives are so bitter to begin with (I put this first so you can as easily skip over it...I know some of you cringe when I say the words "science" and "explanation" because you think it will go on forever...for which you have ample and legitimate reason for such an opinion). As it turns out Olives (speficially the juice) contain a strong akaline acid called glucocide which causes them to taste so bitter. In order to get rid of the bitter taste the natural pH of the olive juice has to be severely reduced or completely neutralized. Traditionally this has been done by cracking the olive skin and letting them soak in water until the nuetral pH of the water dilutes the acidic pH of the olive. Another method is to use a weak base to accelerate the neutralization process. The most accessible, common, and safe base is sodium chloride - NaCl (household salt) or potassium chloride - KCl (sea salt). After a period of time the glucocide is leached out/neutralized and the olive becomes pleasent for consumption...see that wasn't so bad :)
Anyway, back to the story. It is olive season in the Middle East and I was talking to a couple friends about olives. One of my friends owns an olive orchard and brought me a bottle of olives their family prepared. However, that didn't satisfy me cause I wanted to learn HOW to do it myself (also a trait very strong in most Alaskans). I was invited by another friend, who a owns a small garden with olive trees, to come and pick as many olives as I want. So this saturday I made the trip to East Amman (the poor district of Amman, and 2 hour bus ride) to meet with my friend and her family. We spent lots of time talking, eating, and drinking tea with way too much sugar (standard arab hospitality, which always seems above and beyond to me). They helped me pick about 3 gallons of olives, which was way too much but they insisted emphatically. They also gave me a bunch of fresh mint, rosemary, and maraweesh (I don't know the english name). Then taught me how they traditionally prepare and cure the olives. In return I taught them how to play cards (I was incredibly shocked to learn they didn't know how).
When I got home I rinsed and seperated the olives. Some are green (unripe) and some are black (ripe). The only difference is the curing time, as more ripe olives are softer and have less akaline acid. I have read a number of sites on the internet that describe different ways to prepare the olives, and have decided to make an experiment out of storehouse of olives I now have. Most of the methods are similar, but they use different concentrations of salt, curing times, and various flavor additives like lemon, vinegar, rosemary, basil, etc. Another method which I am going to try is to use Sodium Hydroxide (NaOH), aka Lye, which is a moderately powerful base, that is supposed to take the curing time down from a month (using salt) to less than a week. Because of its caustic nature many people don't feel comfortable using corrosive chemicals that emit hydrogen gas. I, on the other hand, felt I had to try it (since I use to use NaOH to create adoloscent mischief I thought maybe I could put my powers to use for Good). Plus, it just so happened that I've got about 10 kg of NaOH sitting my laboratory at the University.
I will keep you updated on the process and results of the various tecniques and recipes. I am exctied, I feel like knowing how to cure my own olives is a vital part of my middle eastern identity...it's like being alaskan and not knowing anything about blueberries or cranberries or raspberries...shameful haha.

Thursday, October 16, 2008

A Child's prayer

I don't know why he named this A Child's Prayer. Perhaps he did not have the conventional meaning of the word in mind...
The poem is much prettier when you read it aloud and with proper timing (emphasis on the last syllable of each stanza). And in order to make it rhyme properly you have to read it with an english accent (otherwise 'come' and 'home' sound weird)...Or just enjoy the poem as is :)

A CHILD'S HYMN
Charles Dickens

Hear my prayer, O heavenly Father,
Ere I lay me down to sleep;
Bid Thy angels, pure and holy,
Round my bed their vigil keep.

My sins are heavy, but Thy mercy
Far outweighs them, every one;
Down before Thy cross I cast them,
Trusting in Thy help alone.

Keep me through this night of peril
Underneath its boundless shade;
Take me to Thy rest, I pray Thee,
When my pilgrimage is made.

None shall measure out Thy patience
By the span of human thought;
None shall bound the tender mercies
Which Thy Holy Son has bought.

Pardon all my past transgressions,
Give me strength for days to come;
Guide and guard me with Thy blessing
Till Thy angels bid me home.

Friday, October 10, 2008

free write poetry

I wrote this a couple weeks ago, it still needs revision, let me know what you think. It's not a poem exactly, and its not an essay...I stole a bit from Yates and Shakespeare, but they wont mind.

What is life, tis but pain

Sorrow surrounds every choice we make. Even our purest intentions carry the weight of life's aching burdens: I have felt the wound and sorrow of knowing one who is lost to us, whose journey on this frail earth has ended; The pain of lonliness, whose wounds dig into our heart, and so often seem our only companion there; The agony of fear and doubt, always reminding us of our haunted past and paralyzing our dreams or tomorrow; The anguish of a defiled conscious, returning to us the wounds we have afflicted on those we love and tearing open the scars of yesterday; The hell of innocence lost, a paradise ripped away from us by our own hands, leaving only an intangible memory of what once was.
This is the heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to.
But let it not be in us to despise life's pains and count them an evil thing, for in so doing we scorn life itself. For I had not known love except I had known loss, and the same arrow which stings our heart with grief has barbs which fill our soul with joy; The same parting that bears the bitter taste of hell offers also to us the eternal scent of heaven; The torment of fear's dark oppression leads to the flowering of hope's glorious light, for one only knows the morning's sun if he has seen her shadow in the night; Those memories which torture our thoughts with the fog of yesterday likewise harbor its joys and its blessings, and the same mist which shades the lily grants to it the morning dew; The guilt of our defiled conscience, while we think it our enemy is in truth our most faithful friend, for how shall the sick be cured except he know his ailment.
It is true, life is pain, but while this pain veils the image of a paradise lost by Sin and announces the death earned thereby, it evermore reveals to us the beauty of Life and the Paradise which is purchased by the sacrifice of everlasting of Love.

Monday, October 6, 2008

Back from Lebanon (again)

Well, I finally feel confident in saying that I am recovered from the slew of bugs that I had caught, and it happened just in time (usually does when the Lord is involved) for my trip to Lebanon. Tuesday was the first day of the holiday celebrating the end of Ramadan, which means everyone spends the holiday with their family and visiting relatives...so for foreigners it means that you spend alot of time sitting at home. All the more reason that made it a perfect time to head to Lebanon. Lebanon, by the way, is a much more open society. Nevertheless, the night before I left one of my jordanian friends came over and spent most of the day on wednesday with me, and another friend came over that night and watched a Bosnian movie with which (he is Bosnian-Palestinian), which made me really happy since it means I am slowly getting integrated.
Anyway, the trip to Lebanon was very good, despite the bus bomb that had went off the day before I arrived (it was up in the north, and far away from Beirut). When I arrived to the hostel I met this young guy from Australia who is working for the kings boarding school in Jordan. He is a pretty impressive young man. He is 20, spent 2 years in China, a year travelling in southeast asia, runs two NGO's, and has a plethara of 'friends in high places', including the president of the American University of Iraq. Anyway, we went over to Baalbek together. Baalbek has the world's tallest standing Roman pillars. The next three days I spent travelling and in meetings, all of which went well. I made it back to Amman Monday morning and went immediately to work. Life seems much brighter now that the weather has cooled off, sickness is gone, and Ramadan is over. Hope everyone is doing good back home.


No matter how many Roman ruins I see, I never get tired of them. Just look at the sheer size of these 2000 year old buildings.