Shrimp Fra Imp
I watched Everyday Italian on the Food Network last week when she made Fra Diablo. I thought to myself I could make that I have all the ingredients. So tonight Wayfinder asks if I can make it not as hot as the recipe because he wasn't feeling so good today. I said sure I will just use less red pepper flakes. Actually I was already planning a variation because I was going to use my dried Chipotle Pepper flakes. Next I went to the refrigerator for the small bottle of white wine I was sure I had in there. No wine! I pulled out all the small bottles of stuff and no wine. So I improvised I added mushrooms to the recipe and used the mushroom juice. The result tasted pretty good but was so mild I am dubbing it Fra Imp which is close as I can come to a little devil. The dried Chipotle peppers still have it a nice smoky undertone. Next time I will make sure I really do have white wine I can use. I have red wine but the recipe called for white. Maybe I should have gone ahead and used the red.
Late last night I learned that Betty Fridan died. I started down memory lane, thinking about reading The Feminine Mystique when I was probably 24 year old. No children and working in a bank at a very low wage to put DH through grad school. I think I puzzled over her phrase the Feminine Mystique because I couldn't quite figure out what she was getting at. Six years and 4 moves and two children later I was sitting in my knitting group and realized that no matter what interference the University of Wisconsin was going to throw in my path I was going to go back to college and get my degree. Of course by then I had also read The Second Sex by Simone de Beauvoir and Robin Morgan's anthology Sisterhood in Powerful. After we moved to Madison I looked for work and was turned down because I had small children at home, I had experienced other forms of discrimination by then also. Like the male the bank hired at age 18 who automatically made more than I did because he was a male and they had started me out at higher than base because I had some college.
I grew up in the 50's, had my children in the 60's and was enrolled in university in the 70's, a little rearrangement of the usual path of development. In school I was me, not my husbands wife, not my children's mother, I was myself not an appendage. I gained a lot of confidence in those 4 years. I joined a collective to provide peer counseling to women which was definitely a feminist organization. We had to hash that out every year when we got new volunteers but Woman's Place remained solidly feminist. Our ideas of child rearing were to raise them androgynously so as to to perpetuate gender roles which we both had to do all the tasks involved in maintaining a house and raising children. I don't know if our child rearing practices have much to do with the outcome but our son is an excellent housekeeper and parent as well as the main wage earner. He is an involved father. My husband is skilled at household duties and his Mother said she was sorry she taught him those skills when she saw him using them as she thought I should be doing all the household tasks. We pitched in and did things together. Except somewhere along the line I became the chief cook.
Thank you Betty for getting us to think about what we wanted to do and to be and not just some man's appendage or property.
Late last night I learned that Betty Fridan died. I started down memory lane, thinking about reading The Feminine Mystique when I was probably 24 year old. No children and working in a bank at a very low wage to put DH through grad school. I think I puzzled over her phrase the Feminine Mystique because I couldn't quite figure out what she was getting at. Six years and 4 moves and two children later I was sitting in my knitting group and realized that no matter what interference the University of Wisconsin was going to throw in my path I was going to go back to college and get my degree. Of course by then I had also read The Second Sex by Simone de Beauvoir and Robin Morgan's anthology Sisterhood in Powerful. After we moved to Madison I looked for work and was turned down because I had small children at home, I had experienced other forms of discrimination by then also. Like the male the bank hired at age 18 who automatically made more than I did because he was a male and they had started me out at higher than base because I had some college.
I grew up in the 50's, had my children in the 60's and was enrolled in university in the 70's, a little rearrangement of the usual path of development. In school I was me, not my husbands wife, not my children's mother, I was myself not an appendage. I gained a lot of confidence in those 4 years. I joined a collective to provide peer counseling to women which was definitely a feminist organization. We had to hash that out every year when we got new volunteers but Woman's Place remained solidly feminist. Our ideas of child rearing were to raise them androgynously so as to to perpetuate gender roles which we both had to do all the tasks involved in maintaining a house and raising children. I don't know if our child rearing practices have much to do with the outcome but our son is an excellent housekeeper and parent as well as the main wage earner. He is an involved father. My husband is skilled at household duties and his Mother said she was sorry she taught him those skills when she saw him using them as she thought I should be doing all the household tasks. We pitched in and did things together. Except somewhere along the line I became the chief cook.
Thank you Betty for getting us to think about what we wanted to do and to be and not just some man's appendage or property.