It's Easy Being Green

We hit  a major milestone here at the half-acre homestead on Sunday.  Homestead Hottie and I went just about a full 24 hours without checking in to the net:  no email, no Facebook, no Twitter, not even a single web page loaded.  I wish we could say that we planned it that way but it really just seemed to happen by accident and maybe it’s better that way.

I got a 6am wake-up call on Saturday and that threw us all off for the rest of the weekend.  One of the route contractors at FedEx had a driver call in sick and he needed someone to take the truck and continue the deliveries.  Needing the work of course I didn’t hesitate to pry myself from my slumber and head-in to load and drive in the wee-hours of what looked to be a restful Saturday.  I spent most of the day crisscrossing Evansville’s west side and making the farm stops over in Posey County.  It made for a long day, finally getting back home around 7pm.  Sadly, we were lights out by 9:30pm because it was a long day for everyone around here.

I woke up around 8 Sunday morning and the house was as quiet as a mouse.  I felt rested but was still relaxed.  Laying snuggled in bed, I knocked out a good 60 pages of my latest book “Survive!”.  Then our Darling Daughter started to wake and it was time to start warming up the house and getting our weekend, almost totally organic breakfast tradition underway:  German Babies with fresh homemade hash browns and some type of meat (in this case it was our truly delish Stonewall Farm country sausage).

After a relaxing breakfast spent at the table together we cleaned ourselves up and headed out to blitz our weekly grocery list and surprisingly we didn’t see the great bread and milk panic beginning with a huge winter storm in our forecast.  With our reusable shopping bags overflowing with fresh greens, veggies, fruits and our weekly case of organic milk we headed back to the homestead.

Suddenly we realized it was time to put the little one to bed and once the quiet set in again, that’s when it dawned on us we were unplugged the entire day.  We were sort of proud of that feat.  Our lives are so entangled in the net these days that sometimes it seems like you just can’t live without it.  A day gone by without a single status update or spam deleted might sound boring but it’s anything but.  It’s good family time and everyone should get some more of that!

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Now more than ever, American companies need to step up their game and innovate. We’re now in the race of our life with growing economies all across our globe and if we don’t smarten ourselves up, I’m afraid of where we might find our great nation a few decades down the road.

One industry I’ve felt needs to get much better at the innovation game lately is the good ‘ol Detroit motor works. For too long American automotive companies have been stuck on bigger, badder, more oil-guzzling tanks that ferry soccer Moms from one end of the city to the other or for dear old Dad to simply drive daily back and forth to the office.

While greener vehicles are on the rise, I think American automakers have been slow to think ahead and join the trend. GM started out remarkably several years back when they unveiled the EV-1 but then later recalled the vehicles and mothballed the program for reasons we will probably never fully understand. Fast forward 15 years later and here we go again with most of the American automakers releasing some sort of all-electric vehicle to compete with the ever-growing foreign car market.

I’ve been a huge proponent behind the release of Nissan’s Leaf and both Homestead Hottie and I dream of parking one in our own driveway sometime in the near future. Speaking of the Leaf, did you know you’ll soon be able to use your cell phone to pre-heat or pre-cool the cabin of your car while it is plugged into the power outlet? That’s a new little fact I learned today while reading about all the negative side-effects to letting your car idle in the driveway so you can pre-heat on those cold winter days.  I also need to give some love to my American ingenuity too, namely Chevy’s brand new Volt.   I am ecstatic that GM seems to be jumping on the electric bandwagon too, trying to innovate and develop the cars of our future that will help evolve and lessen our reliance on foreign oil. Speaking of oil, remember that pesky disaster in the gulf thanks to BP’s Deepwater Horizon explosion and oil spill that lasted for months?

GM has taken ingenuity and environmental stewardship to a new level by finding a way to recycle those oil-soaking booms that were used to skim the spill off the ocean’s surface. So far the automaker has been able to help divert about 100 miles of the oil soaked booms from landfills by turning it into new plastic parts used under the hoods of the Volts. The recycling process will produce about 100,000 pounds of plastic resin for the Volt’s components, enough material to supply the first year production needs of the Volt’s roll out.

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The parts are used to deflect air around the Volt’s radiator and are made from 25% of that boom material and another 25% or recycled tires coming from GM’s Milford Proving Ground vehicle test facility. The remaining 50% is a mix of post-consumer recycled plastics and other polymers.

The parts, which deflect air around the vehicle’s radiator, are comprised of 25 percent boom material and 25 percent recycled tires from GM’s Milford Proving Ground vehicle test facility. The remaining is a mixture of post-consumer recycled plastics and other polymers. There is no doubt this development helped the Volt land its latest award of Green Car of the Year by Green Car Journal.

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The recycling initiative doesn’t just end at the Volt though. GM has started recycling their manufacturing materials at every stage of their lifecycle. They are using renewable materials in cars and trucks that are at least 85% recyclable. Used tires, old plastic bottles, denim and nylon carpet are all redirected from landfills and reused in select GM vehicles.

GM facilities worldwide recycle 90 percent of the waste they generate. The automaker recently announced more than half of its worldwide facilities are now landfill-free – all manufacturing waste is recycled or used to create energy.

This is American ingenuity and innovation I can be proud of and more companies need to be striving to do the same. They also need to not rest on their laurels and continue pursuing even better ways to make their manufacturing processes even more environmentally friendly and sustainable.  Have you considered buying a new electric car?  Maybe you’ve already purchased one.  Leave a comment below and let us know your experience.

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Homestead Hottie’s pregnancy cravings are ramping up to full-speed these days.  Wait you say, you didn’t announce you were expecting.  You can get filled in on the preps for 2.0 by heading over to Harvest of Daily Life for the details.  As any loving husband should do, I make sure every one or at least most of those cravings are met with attentive detail.  When Momma is happy, everybody is happy!

A couple of days ago Talina got an insane craving for P.F. Changs Chicken Lettuce Wraps.  With her nausea she’s been leaning toward light fare to fill her stomach as anything heavy leaves her feeling like “death” as she says.  Then came the Changs craving and of course, we don’t have one of our favorite restaurants within a quickly drivable radius.  That doesn’t mean I can’t attempt a clone recipe in our own well-equipped kitchen though!

This need for lettuce wraps also spurned a craving for Panda Express Orange Chicken, another one of our family favorites when we “splurge” on eating out.  Loving and cooking Asian food pretty frequently in our household, I’ve been anxiously watching work going on at the new Aihua International Market and so we made a family trip to see if they were open and to round up the necessary supplies for both clone meals and some future Thai cooking.

Aihua International Market just opened on Green River Road just north of the intersection at Lynch. It made for a perfect Sunday afternoon cultural adventure.

Much to our surprise, the parking lot was packed and the store was bristling with customers of several different nationalities all speaking several different languages.  You feel as if you’ve stepped into a completely different country right in little ‘ol Evansville, Indiana.  Walking through the automatic doors, you find yourself staring straight down the cooler case at all sorts of exotic fruits, veggies, herbs and roots neatly stocked and ready for your hot wok.  It’s a lot to look at and easy to get lost in, at least for a foodie like me.

Distracted already but I have to get back to the list: water chestnuts, crushed red chilies, arrowroot, sesame oil, rice wine vinegar, Kaffir lime leaves, galangal root and fresh lemongrass.  When it comes to organization, things are a little hard to find at Aihua.  If items are labeled, deciphering the labels is difficult and takes extra time.  Chinese characters stand out above the secondary English printed on many of the packages and it’s nowhere near as simple as grab and dash.  It’s more like hunt and peck, turning over every rock and leaf until you find what you’re looking for.  The rice wine vinegar and red chilies were located without much effort.  The rest required a tour guide and the staff was eager to please.

The first woman I found stocking the shelves couldn’t speak English and apologized profusely that she couldn’t help me.  It was cute and I could tell she felt really bad so that didn’t stop her from flagging down the woman who seemed to be running the ship.  As she determinedly breezed past, dark chin length hair perfectly quaffed and not moving an inch as she headed toward the store room, she quickly whipped her hand to the shelf without even looking and grabbed the only tiny, elusive bottles of sesame oil they had to offer.  That’s anther check off the list.

Now to find those water chestnuts, I flagged down a tall Asian man wandering about the aisles.  He intently tried to understand what a water chestnut was, trying to correlate in his mind the proper translation so he could lead me to the right spot on the shelf.  After a couple minutes he enlisted the help of a pre-teen Asian girl, her white fuzzy ski cap bouncing between aisles crammed with shoppers as she scurried about.  She had the matriarch of the store, now back and standing strong at the register, translate and tell the man where to take me for water chestnuts.  Check!

Realizing the young girl was my lifeline to finding the other unusual ingredients I needed, I quickly tracked her back down and spewed out my laundry list of ingredients.  She led me from one corner to the next, quietly reading my list back out-loud as she pointed and plucked the items from the shelves.  Kaffir lime leaves were tucked away in an unlabeled bag, hidden in the cooler like a treasure only available to those who seek it out.  I felt like I belonged in an underground club as she measured two handfuls of the aromatic glossy green lime leaves into a smaller sandwich bag for me.  Then she grabbed a stalk of fresh lemongrass and finally showed me the galangal roots and let me pick which one I wanted for our soup pot.  Check, check and check.

Now I know to look for my fresh ingredients by sight next time and not by hand-written sign. From top to bottom: glangal root, lemongrass and Kaffir lime leaves

Standing in line at the checkout, a tiny, older Asian woman was purchasing a cardboard box filled with all sorts of noodles and vegetables.  When it came time to pay, out came a credit card.  “You pay with card?  Where you’re cash?” the matriarch demanded.  The customer said something unintelligible to which the owner replied “You know better!  Cash better!  Next time!” as she pulled out a credit card triplicate form and began rubbing an imprint on the counter.  The dread hit me as I only had a dollar bill in my pocket but that was before I spotted a small, hand-written sign that said cash only under $10.  Knowing Homestead Hotties love for Tiger Balm, we quickly grabbed a tube to bring our total above the $10 mark.

Our visit to the international food store gave new meaning to the term "watching carbs", something Everly adored.

Darling Daughter Everly had a blast taking in all the different languages and foreign items displayed throughout the store.  The biggest kick came from a tub of live blue carbs (really crab but that’s how it was spelled) crawling over each other and looking for a way out.  The Asian women adored little miss Everly and her bright red hair and even gifted her with a special magic wand-like lollipop at the check-stand.  Her grin was priceless and so was the fun in finding some real culture here in Evansville.  Oh yeah, the dinner of Chicken Lettuce Wraps and Orange Chicken turned out pretty damn good too, except for the fact that nausea kept my Homestead Hottie from really enjoying it too.  There’s always leftovers!

I would encourage any international foodie to stop by Aihua sometime and don’t forget to bring cash.

Nothing like a magic-wand lollipop to make a girl's day!

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Our house here at the Half-Acre Homestead is filled to the brim with houseplants and some outdoor plants that get ushered inside for a little extra protection from Old Man Winter.  From pines to cacti, orchids to lipstick plant and bananas to oranges, we have a full slew of plants to share space with.  Unfortunately, it’s also a draw for the four-legged felines that also grace our home.

This winter I was dead set on growing a box of lettuce and another box of herbs in the windows of our sunroom.  It also serves as our office but gets an abundant amount of winter light thanks to an entire wall of windows and three skylights that grace the vaulted ceiling.  Shortly after planting, some of our gracious gatos insisted on making these planters their new potty place.  It’s a common frustration felt by any feline fancier who also fancies their indoor greens.

We’ve had limited success topping planter boxes or pots with fine-meshed chicken or garden wire.  It will deter for awhile until they get jumped on so much that the plants underneath end up smashed into an oblivion.  A different trick though involves knitting needles.  Yes, those deadly looking devices some knit-wits can use to whip up a shoulder shawl or even better, a classic Christmas sweater, can deter your cats from doing the unthinkable.  Pick knitting needles of a dark color and insert a few of them into the potting soil so they protrude about two to three inches out of the soil.  The dark color will help hide the needles from human eyes but will most definitely keep that precocious critter from squashing your plant just to pop a squat.

These Pot Toppers also make a great long-term solution for warding off your frisky felines

If you’re looking for a more long-term solution (prepare for a shameless family plug now), my father-in-law has come up with an ingenious invention called a Pot Topper.  He custom makes them from cut stone; any color, any size.  Both are great ways to save your plants and your nerves.

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Before you toss all those 2010 holiday cards into your trash can, have you ever considered re-gifting them?  I’m not talking about pasting your own messages over those that were written to you and then mailing them back out next year, though that is an interesting recycling idea.  Just don’t tell anyone you’ve done it or make the mistake of mailing a card back to its original sender (insert a snicker here)!

One Tristate family is actually putting those used holiday cards to good use, turning them into custom wall-art they plan to sell in 2011.  The Bothast-Revalee Family here in Evansville is taking donations of new and used holiday cards to make the art.  Bothast says the proceeds from the planned sales will benefit two local child-advocacy organizations.  As soon as I got wind of their project, I knew it was one that needed to be shared with others.  Not only is it a great way to recycle it is also for an amazing and truly heartfelt cause.

“Our family has made a commitment to make art for these agencies,” said David Bothast, ” all the while reflecting on our own blessings.”

Both David Bothast and Brian Revalee have close ties with civic service in the Evansville community, working for much needed civic agencies.  Revalee is currently the Executive Director of the AIDS Resource Group, the only HIV/AIDS Service Organization in the Evansville area.  Bothast serves as the Director of a transitional housing programs that serves homeless parents with children.  In 2010, both also became foster parents for three siblings with the help of  Evansville’s The Villages.

” I hope this initiative raises both funds and awareness for area child-centered and family-strengthening organizations in our Tristate community,” Bothast said.  ” Mostly, I hope modeling voluntarism and advocacy to my new family will instill in them a sense of civic pride and community responsibility that will continue throughout their lives.”

Bothast says the initiative is a home-based endeavor and third-party fundraiser. “The proceeds will be directly donated to receiving agencies to use toward strengthening their programs and changing lives in our community. With this initiative, ‘charity begins at home.’”

“We see daily the need for services and the impact hard-working and under-appreciated social workers and activists make not only immediately, but generationally,” Bothast said.

Card donations will be accepted by the family all year long but now is a great time to help those cards find a new life before heading to the city dump.  If you would like to help out an undoubtedly great cause by re-gifting your holiday cards, please contact David by emailing him: Davidbothast@gmail.com

If you our somebody you know has another great way to not only be more eco-friendly but also to help out the local community, let us know about it by sending me an email.

Above photo Seasonal Still Life courtesy of Christmas Stock Images

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If you’re looking to become more self-sustaining, growing and preserving your own food is an excellent way to achieve that goal.  Not only is it probably one of the easiest ways to achieve your sustainability, it is also one of the cheapest.  For some reason, I had always imagined home canning to be a bygone era but reaching back I could vividly remember one of my Mom’s old high school friends canning her own jams and jellies frequently when I visited.  Maybe I thought, it’s not that far out of vogue.

As Homestead Hottie and I looked for more and more ways to make our life more green and self-sustaining, food preservation seemed to be a logical next step following our entry into growing some of our own food.  Home food preservation does take time but the end results are so worth it and will save you a ton of money in the long run.  You won’t have to rely on a run to the grocery store for a canned good but simply walk into your kitchen pantry.  Check out this video as I show you how we turned a bumper crop of green tomatoes into a half-dozen quart jars of our own, homemade pasta sauce.

If you didn’t catch my post on how to ripen or use all those end of season green tomatoes,  click here.

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I’ve seen the commercials a million times over the course of my 30 years on this planet.  A parent wakes up in the middle of the night to a coughing, sniffling, horribly sounding baby who is very sick.  It’s not until it is actually your child playing that part that you know how it feels.

That was our night last night.  Cuddled in bed, Homestead Hottie and I were three hours deep into our Dexter marathon.  We’ve all been battling what we dub an upper respiratory “disease” since the day after Christmas.  Tracking back, we think the disease made its way into our normally sickness free house via some items we picked up on Freecycle.  It was a dirty Evansville apartment complex and an undoubtedly dirty family that granted us this thoughtful gift.  We normally disinfect every such item like this before it comes inside but we let our guard down this time and we’ve paid for it.

With the clock sneaking toward the 12:30am mark and our eyelids finally beginning to grow heavy, we heard our Darling Daughter wake up and immediately get very upset; a night terror we thought.  We let her go for a few minutes because we’ve learned not to rush in on the process of self-soothing.  The more upset she got though the more we knew something was wrong.  Clomping down the stairs we both froze in sheer horror at the sound of our daughter barking like a seal, clearly struggling to control her breathing and draw in a deep breath.

Rushing into her room and throwing on a light we could see she was distressed.  Tears the size of water buckets streamed down her face and our poor daughter was shaking like a leaf.  Snatching her into my arms while Talina started taking her forehead temperature, it was almost as if little Everly couldn’t control herself.  I patted her back firmly and this seemed to help clear her lungs and her mind of the panic she awoke too.  With no fever, Talina slid Everly into the rocking chair to breastfeed while I worked up another dose of her natural cough and mucus medicine.  Darling Daughter was calming but her Mommy and Daddy were thinking the worst.

Everly hasn’t been immunized yet.  We believe in completing a delayed schedule of the necessary vaccinations, giving her body and brain more time to develop to proper levels before subjecting her to the dangerous toxins, chemicals and diseases used to produce immunizations.  It’s not something most people understand or support but we’ve done our research, consulted with family physicians and talked at length about it with our midwife.  We have to be super vigilant and super protective when it comes to our Darling Daughter getting sick, this the first time in her 18 months of life that she’s been ill.

As our panic took a firm grip on us, we both agreed it was time for a late night visit to the Emergency Room.  The dark drive down empty, traffic-less streets was nerve racking, thinking about all the things that could be wrong.  I was also secretly hoping the visit would squeeze us in before any New Years Eve madness began to overrun local trauma rooms.

Of course, by the time we arrived at the door to St. Mary’s Emergency Room, Miss Everly was acting as if almost nothing had happened and her breathing had greatly improved.  The giant steaming hulk of a pressure washer machine standing firm at the front door, hissing loudly and belching thick acrid steam cleaner caused her to freak a bit, burying her head in our chests.  Once inside and away from the steam monster, she was clearly interested in the friendly trauma nurse poking, prodding and temperature taking.  Hot on our heels headed into a trauma room, Dr. Sorentino was ready to begin his work before we’d even hit the bed.

Sorentino was cool and calm with a friendly disposition that I wish a majority of doctors could replicate.  He asked the right questions as if he already knew what the end result was going to be and didn’t question or scorn our philosophies and thoughts on vaccinating our child.  That is also unusual within the medical community, even at St. Mary’s Medical Center where we have dealt with an OB/GYN that loves to tell you how it is and why you’re a horrible person for thinking the way you do or questioning her motivations.

Everly was very interested in all the excitement of her ER visit but just couldn't seem to get comfortable on those horrible beds.

Dr. Sorentino laid out his plan of action for us quickly and even asked us what we thought about his thinking, including us in the decision making process of our child’s care.  A couple chest x-rays and tests later, the good doc determined our Darling Daughter had a bout of croup.  Sorentino kept joking that Everly certainly wasn’t acting sick and was one of the most animated sick children he had ever seen.  She was bouncing on the bed, greeting nurses and doctors as they came and went and even mimicking the sounds of the woman puking her guts out in the next trauma room over from us.  What a delightful night!

Since she was doing so well, Dr. Sorentino determined meds were not necessary nor was an injection of steroids before our trip back home.  Everly was requesting night-nights by this point and so we set out just under an hour after arriving to land back in our comfy beds.  The staff at St. Mary’s Medical Center were so quick and efficient we could hardly believe it.  From our admitting nurses at the front door to Dr. Sorentino, we couldn’t have found a nicer, more caring and non-judgmental medical team.  We now know the next time croup crops up, to just step out into the cold air or throw open the freezer door to help calm the breathing down and reduce the swelling of the windpipe.

Everly cuddling with her Momma while waiting to go home for night-nights

Now to some much needed rest as we head into the new year here at the half-acre homestead, with much thoughts on peace and prosperity headed into 2011.  This has been a banner year and one I can’t wait to finally see in the rear-view mirror.

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