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Lembas Bread for Tolkien Reading Day (Vegan, Soy Free and Gluten Free)

We’re going totally topsy turvy this week!  Vegan food!  Gluten Free!  Oh and Fantasy Friday being hosted on a Thursday but it’s for an important reason.  Today is Tolkien Reading Day!  Set on March 25th each year to commemorate the fall of Sauron, fans of the Middle Earth are encourage to read or rather re-read this epic saga.  Since I’m on a journey of my own with this vegan challenge, it seems appropriate to call upon the fellowship.  What did they travel with but the elven Lembas bread–a recipe I had yet to tackle.    I’ve seen a few recipes on the net for Lembas bread but one thing has always bothered me: they were essential just short bread cookies or butter cakes.  Hardly the sort of thing you take on a long journey.  The bread needs to be sweet and delicious but also full of protein, vitamins and fiber.  Challenge accepted!  I totally would imagine Tolkien’s’ elves as vegans…wouldn’t you?  I mean I think the Mirkwood elves in The Hobbit may be depicted as eating meat at their feast scene.  I don’t remember those details and I should try to look it up I suppose.  I’m sure I will later but for now I’m going to stick with my mental image of the elves as vegans.  I could buy that .  Except for one thing: pretty sure the elves eat honey.  Did you know honey isn’t universally considered vegan?  When I first found out, I though okay, it made a modicum of sense—honey is after all an animal product of sorts.  It’s produced by insects which aren’t really classified as animals but I can see the logic path that would leave vegans to opposing honey.

Then I thought about it some more and realized that if you consider insects “people too” you basically have to desist from eating anything manufactured.  In fact even growing a backyard garden and employing some organic tricks for pest control would mean impacting and killing the insect population should be disallowed.  At what point do you draw the line?  In a normal day any plant processing your vegan agave nectar is going to kill a thousand insects simply as a side effect of running the plant.  Bugs get in the gears; bugs get in the food; bugs get everywhere and they get filtered out.  So I can’t really get on board with the anti-honey vegans.  The issue of animal-cruelty hypocrisy has been pretty prescient lately when PETA was exposed for “putting down” up to 96% of the animals they “rescued”.  Having worked with dog rescues for years I’ve known this for a long time and wasn’t surprised.  It’s why I never, ever have supported PETA.  Bunch of money grabbing phonies.

One of the driving motivations behind vegetarianism, and veganism, is the issue of animal cruelty.  Factory farming practices for animal welfare are abysmal.  I don’t think I’m going to surprise anyone by saying that.  Most of us are happy to plug our ears, close our eyes and try not to imagine the animal that used to be alive outside that Styrofoam and plastic wrapped non-animal looking pound of protein.  Nevermind that cows are kept crammed together in their own feces and fed diets that make them ill.  Nevermind that hens are kept so close to one another they peck each other out of anxiety.  Nevermind that pigs experience such anxiety in their close captivity that they bit each other’s tails—causing horrible infections.  To combat this farms frequently cut off their tails which actually puts the pigs in more pain because nerve endings are exposed but eliminates the pesky, costly infections.   And yes pigs DO experience emotions like anxiety.  They are highly evolved, intelligent creatures despite the dirty connotations we’ve given them over time.  That being said I don’t have a problem normally with eating them because wild pigs are also really fucking MEAN.  The tiny, human bred teacup kind people keep for pets might be Wilbur-esque but the sort you find on a farm, the natural version?  They’ll eat your kneecaps before you can yell uncle.

I accept that in the natural order of things some animals eat other animals—and that I am one of those predators.  That doesn’t limit my desire to see these animals raised humanely and slaughtered as painlessly as possible.  I think of this way: torture is often seen as something worse than death.  Keeping someone in a state of constant pain and agony until they desire to no longer exist is horrible and overall we tend to object to torture more vehemently than even death itself.  I accept this because, as with the honey issue, finding a way to eliminate any negative effect of our human need to eat on other living creatures is impossible.  I’m not convinced that honey farming, especially the small scale local level, is particularly harmful to the mental state of the insects.  I do buy locally sourced honey and not just because I try to be a locavore, but because eating local honey has been demonstrated to help with allergies—local pollens and all that.

That’s my biggest problem with veganism, and to a lesser extent vegetarianism, if you examine it closely enough you will always find something that is inconsistent with this mindset.  Vegetarians who eat eggs, as an example, if they get eggs from factory farms are still supporting the slaughter of chickens.  In order to raise hens for egg laying farms will have to hatch thousands of eggs and male chickens, aka roosters, get tossed in a grinder upon hatching.  So ovo-vegetarians you ARE supporting this industry unless you buy eggs from small farms that raise their own hens and don’t slaughter baby boys.

In fact…the egg laying hen industry essentially Craster’s Keep of the food world.  Anyway that’s why I’m happy to align myself as this new fangled term “flexitarian”.   I realize that there will always be some impact from my existing and eating–but I can work to minimize that as much as possible.  For that I do applaud those who make the vegan and vegetarian lifestyle choices.  At least they are doing something…minimizing the cost.  Just don’t get too militant about it and recognize that in the end something, whether its a cow or a blade of grass, dies for us to eat.  Let’s give it the respect it deserves and avoid the nasty factory farming practices that really are just unnecessarily cruel and unusual.

Which brings me back to our geeky subject of the day!  So what do you think?  Would the elves of Tolkien’s world be vegans?  I imagine that since they are magical there are ways for the children of the wood to avoid killing even a single bug in the making of their food.  If hobbits are the hippies of middle earth, the elves are definitely the vegan no-soy latte hipsters.  Sorry Legolas.    I’ve made two LOTR/Hobbit recipes already: Beorn’s Twice Baked Honey Cakes and Sam Gamgee’s Potato Dumplin’s… but I still hadn’t tackled the most iconic of all the foods in this world: Lembas Bread.

‘So it is,’ they answered, ‘But we call it lembas or way bread, and it is more strengthening than any food made by Men, and it is more pleasant than cram, by all accounts.’

‘Indeed it is’ said Gimli. ‘Why, it is better than the honey-cakes of the Beornings, and that is great praise, for the Beornings are the best bakers that I know of”

And so without further ado I provide a recipe that is Gluten Free, Soy Free AND Vegan* It’s loaded with protein and fiber to keep you full on your journey.  My genuine original recipe and I’m incredibly proud of it because it’s INSANELY. FRAKKING. DELICIOUS.  One waybread slice is supposed to be enough to feed any man but I definitely went hobbit on these and devoured 4 or 5 though in my defense I cut them smaller than they are shown in the films.  Thanks to the high protein of the garbanzo, amaranth and almonds, this bread is not only going to taste good but it will keep you sustained both with carbs for your glycogen reserves and as a complete source of protein.

*I used honey in my version but if you are a non-honey eating vegan feel free to substitute agave nectar instead.

Lembas Bread

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Muffin Monday: Bran-ding Mango Fett

I missed my scifriday post last week.  I just got too busy and didn’t manage to get it together but I do have some geeky thoughts on my mind and they are invading my muffin zone!

Once again I find myself at a crossroads where I am both always staunchly defending geek culture to outsiders (the “normies”) and yet also often highly dissatisfied and critical of those within my adopted realm.  It is a strange experience to both be loudly defending and critiquing the world I’m a part of.  It is also strange that I feel totally locked into my role as a geek by non-geeks and yet constantly feel pressure to defend/demonstrate my worthiness of the moniker to my peers.  It’s a not easy to navigate this contradiction of my very existence.

The internal struggle within geek culture to demonstrate how geeky you really are….  Well it’s been on my mind a lot lately for so many reasons.  I was deciding how to decorate my bathroom and trying desperately to find some way to reconcile my desire for a “girly” space with my geekier interests.  I was spending way too much energy obsessing over which shower curtain to buy based on how it could accessorize with geekier objects in the room.  Eventually I sat back and asked myself what the hell I was doing.  I really didn’t want to spend more than $15 dollars on a shower curtain—I’m not actually decorating a home where I plan on living for the next ten years and my lease is month to month.  I could be gone at any moment.  It’s not a situation where I’m looking to nail art to the walls.  I don’t need to spend 75 dollars buying this one shower curtain because it manages to both fit into the more “feminine” styling I want but color coordinates well with lab equipment.  Why do I feel like I have to put my geek on display in a room which is really only used to “shit, shower and shave”?

Then I was spending International Table Top day with my family.  Mom busted out her Star Trek Monopoly game she got for Christmas and had been desperate to play.  Monopoly is a painful exercise to begin with—let’s be real.  It’s wheeling and dealing and any family that doesn’t end the game with someone upturning the board is ahead in my book.  We actually haven’t done that to date but you get the idea.  Anyway add in the Star Trek element and there were moments were I was literally grinding my teeth.  Mom picking on Dad for not getting references proclaiming “see he’s not really a geek” only a few minutes later to turn around and discover that there were cards she didn’t recognize either.  AHA!  See you don’t really know anything either.

When did Star Trek monopoly become about proving who knows more about phaser settings and Theremins?  Shouldn’t we be fighting over the gold pressed latinum and whether or not it’s ego-centric that the Federation be equivalent to Park Place.  We all were whining that the creators of “Continuum edition” were so lazy they couldn’t even rename the Jail to be the Brig.  Seriously guys the Contiuum edition of Star Trek Monopoly blows.  Don’t buy it.  Worst. Monopoly Adaptation. Ever.

But back to my point.  IT was painful at times to have this feeling of “one-uping” over geek cred.  I’ve bemoaned this problem largely as a female in a world predominantly male but it occurs even when you remove the gender part of the equation.  Not as much and not as nastily, but it’s there nonetheless.  Why is this?  Well the pop-culture nerd-splosion in the hipster community is largely to blame I guess.  Lots of 20-somethings walking around sporting Han Solo back packs with absolutely no understanding what the phrase “Han Shot First” actually means. The problem is that now if you don’t know EVERYTHING about EVERYTHING in geek culture you are immediately suspected of being a phony.

Which leads back to my bathroom conundrum and my realization that lately I’ve been on a quest to absorb literally everything geeky to avoid this.  Frankly it’s exhausting.  Look I admit it; I didn’t know that Boba Fett was such an icon until late in High School when someone I knew started rambling on about the character.  And Jango Fett?  I didn’t know bantha shit about this character until the abomination of the new films.  I was more into Star Trek and while I’d read a number of Star Trek books, I’d never touched one for the Star Wars universe.  I’d seen, loved and worshipped the films but my fandom ended there.  Why?  There’s just not enough time to do it all.  It’s not fair to expect any of us to.  It’s also not fair to limit ourselves to only engaging in geeky pursuits out of a pressure to constantly demonstrate our involvement in the culture.

If I want a Barbie Bathroom then by Joss, I should be allowed to have a Barbie Bathroom and not have my passion for space aliens called into question.  Actually it’s got more of a floral vibe right now than anything else but you get my point.  It’s just exhausting otherwise and all we do is wind up alienating one another—and that’s not the kind of alien-nation we like.

Mango Bran Muffins

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SciFriday: Mutant Toxic Spill Cake

The teenage mutant ninja turtles are a joke. No, really, I mean they were created as a joke.  They were initially conceived as an absurd little doodle by creator Kevin Eastman.  Eastman had no idea what he was starting when one night he decided to sketch an animal that he thought would be “the funniest animal to be a martial artist as skilled as Bruce Lee.”  The story goes that Eastman and his conspirator Peter Laird then spent the evening one-upping each other by drawing successively ridiculous images of our shelled reptile friends holding a variety of weapons.  Sounds like the sort of thing my friends did on a Friday night in high school—just sitting around being silly.  Who knew it would turn into a million dollar franchise?

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Donatello does machines (that’s a fact!)
Raphael is cool but crude
Michelangelo is a party dude!

Poor Donatello.  I think he gets forgotten about the most when kids picked their favorite.  No love for the inventor.  Raphael was my favorite…apparently the love of bad boys transcends species.  Friends of mine and I are talking about doing a cosplay at some point for the show.  One girl is spot on for April and the boys scrambled to claim their respective turtles.  Me?  I totally want gender bender Shredder.  I think that would be HOT and insane fun.  What do you think?

 Laird and Eastman developed a comic that sold like hotcakes.  Add in a sly creative marketer who saw the potential and soon toy companies came flocking.  With the success of action figures and merchandise came more comics, television shows and the 90s films which some love and some love to hate.  While there are TMNT comics I have to admit that like most of my generation my original exposure to our heroes in a half shell was the original series cartoon that started in 1989.  Saturday morning cartoons in the 90’s really were, in my not so humble opinion, the pinnacle of television cartoons.  I have some pretty rosy colored memories of early Saturday mornings watching X-Men, Spiderman, TMNT and Power Rangers.  My entire generation seems to be stuck in perpetual nostalgia of those days.  Aside: The other day I was in the gym and heard someone’s phone going off to the sound of the Power Ranger call.  Instinctively I listened to hear Zordon’s voice before foolishly realizing it was a phone.  I totally want that as my SMS notification tone now btw.

I think the turtles are somewhat special compared to these other shows.  Most of the other comic-cartoon adaptations on tv started a few decades before as comics and already had a large following.  The Power Rangers part of a longstanding tradition of adapting and repackaging products of Japanese pop-culture to appeal to Western tastes.  Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles on the other hand were entirely American conceived during my childhood.  I think that’s why so many of the late 20-somethings I know proudly deck themselves out in TMNT gear and nostalgia.  It’s ours and it’s pure candy for our viewing pleasure.  The series doesn’t really explore deeper social issues like X-Men did and it doesn’t have the kind of heavy drama that Spiderman or Batman did.  It didn’t try to propagandize us like Captain Planet did.  DISCLAIMER: I’m not saying caring about the environment is bad but seriously let’s at least acknowledge that show was some heavy handed propaganda.  Fern Gully too.  Nope TMNT was just four radical dudes, who happened to be turtles, fighting crime and eating that American delicacy, the pizza pie. And they were a hit.

Why?  I honestly don’t know.  I mean the team of Renaissance ninjas was created purely to be a laugh.  But my generation embraced the pure giddy joy of something delightfully nonsensical.  I know I did and continue to—not just TMNT but anything that is joyous and absurd.

We love them and we don’t know why except that they are awesome.  True the character of April is not the strongest female character out there.  I always just saw her as a kind of a pretty spokesperson for the turtles even though she was supposed to be a “hard hitting” journalist.  Did you know that in the comics her character was originally a skilled computer programmer working the lab where the toxic slime that created the turtles was developed?  I wish that version of April had been retained in the shows.  Nerdy girls are hot and it would have given the girls watching the show a great science minded role model to go along with the ninja menagerie.  Later on the show tried to develop a female turtle, Venus de Milo, but I don’t think her character really caught on. She just never fit in the lineup to me—heck even her name made her stick out.  All the other turtles were named after artists whereas she was named after a work of art.  I could pick that apart in some sort of sexist rant but I’m not going to.  That’s just not the point of TMNT and that’s okay.  Not everything we consume for entertainment has to be part of a social movement.

Sometimes we just want candy.  So in honor of that I present to you a TMNT inspired SciFriday recipe.  Pizza?  Too obvious.  Decorate a cake?  I’ll save that for the movie premiere even though the new film will undoubtedly suck.  Nope instead I had a random inspiration about the origin of the turtles which is why I wrote about the origin of the series today.  What was the origin of the turtles? Toxic slime: that glorious green goo which mutated 4 reptilian sewer dwellers into Ninja Superstars.  You’ve heard of chocolate lava cakes right?  Well how about a Key Lime TOXIC SPILL CAKE.   Kind of a merging of the concept of those Ninja Turtle pudding pies and OOZE- Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle Jello –neither of which I was allowed to eat at home though I remember having those pudding pies once with my cousin.

Mutagenic Toxic Spill Cake

An Olivia Original inspired by the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
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Fan-tasy Friday: Science Fiction San Francisco

What do cupcakes, Tara from Buffy and singing Zombie writers all have in common?  They all were a part of my night last Friday.   This post manages to be both SciFriday, Fantasy Friday and FAN-tasy Friday.  Triple score!

One of the fantastic things I’ve discovered while living in the east bay is a group known as SF in SF – Science Fiction in San Francisco.  I threw my name down on their listserv a little while back and get delightful updates each month about a variety of science fiction events (movies, book signings, doctor who marathons) taking place in the city across the bridge.  It’s pretty awesome though often with my schedule I can’t attend nearly everything I want to go to.  Last Friday was a delightful exception to this as I got to attend a reading/signing/musical extravaganza headlined by Seanan McGuire for her new book “Midnight Blue-Light Special”.  Not only can she write but she can sing too and wait, there’s more!  Amber Benson (aka Tara from Buffy) was there along with Sara Kuhn who wrote a romantic romp about hooking up at Con.  I was unfamiliar with Kuhn before this past Friday but I found her delightfully entertaining.  She’s got a book about killer cupcakes in the works…like killer tomatoes but with batter and frosting.  I’m so excited.  Okay well the book isn’t actually about the cupcakes, it’s about superheroes, but you mention baked goods in a scifi setting to me and I’ll focus on that for obvious reasons…..

Anyway the book release, and main subject for this week’s scifriday post, is actually an urban fantasy book.  The aforementioned “Midnight Blue Light Special” which is the second in McGuire’s “InCryptid” series about a family of Monster..scientists?  Professors?  Hunters?  Cryptozoologists is the technical term and the Price family essentially does all they can to learn about, protect and at times “control” the population of things that go bump in the night.  Everything from dragons to chupcabras and three, yes count them THREE, varieties of Gorgon.  While it seems that the series arc is going to explore all members of the Price family over time, the first two books follow the eldest daughter Verity Price a ballroom dancer and monster liaison for New York City.   What does she do exactly?  Well she keeps tabs on the various creatures, “Cryptids”, and makes sure they behave themselves amongst the human population.  She also works to make sure the human population behaves themselves around the monsters as there is a not-so-nice group of Monster-hunters (the Covenant) that kill all cryptids indiscriminately.   Not all cryptids are bad you see and even the oogey woogey Boogeyman can live in harmony with the human populace…that is assuming you call operating a strip club harmonious.

Verity’s character sums up a weird Buffy Summers/Speedster mashup in my head.  I’m not sure that’s quite the intended picture as some ballroom dance skills out to be tossed in there too, but I just can’t quite un-picture Brea Grant delivering Buffy quips when I read these books.  They’re fun.  They’re fairly light reading compared to some of the heavier things sitting on my shelf.  They’re great for scratching your female ass-kicker itch.

They also have hyper-religious talking mice.  Not the Disney varieties mind you; these mice don’t captain tugboats or sew pretty dresses.  Aeslin mice spend their time either worshipping their religious figures (in this case our main character) or form hunting parties with some pretty serious hardware to kill other animals for religious feasts.  Obviously you’d want to keep them away from the Gorgons.  Despite being rodents, invasive of our main character’s privacy and congregants with a fanaticism that the Catholic Church would lust after, these characters are pretty much the most damnable adorable thing I’ve read about in ages.  I totally want my own colony because their love for food and my love for baking would presumably go hand in hand quite nicely.

When I went to the book release for the second novel I brought along a batch of homemade gingerbread inspired by another cryptid in the books—the Madhura.  The Madhura are a race of mammals that are human-like in appearance (Indian specifically) and remarkably non-threatening.  Instead they seem to love all things sweet and candy-like and run bakeshops called GingerBread Pudding.  “They consume fructose the way humans consume protein, and most seem to live on a diet of fruit, honey, and refined sugar. Examination of Madhura teeth has found them to be entirely devoid of tooth decay.”

Damn.  I want to be a Madhura.

Anyway if you are looking for a fun read, love petite blondes who kick ass, enjoy monsters, mayhem nibble on an InCryptid book or two.  Bake gingerbread to accompany it for genuine bibliovore pleasure.  Just remember that when you give an Aeslin mouse a cookie…he’ll want holy milk to go with it!

Gingerbread Cookies

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SciFriday and the Feminist Mys-Quiche

IMG_2932Today is International Women’s Day and I find myself focusing in on it through the lens of my culture—not the Jewish one but rather the geeky one.  As a woman I often find myself troubled both by the attitudes of the “normies” and the male geeks within the scifi world.  There’s one thing that unifies these two seemingly disparate groups: they remain ever incredulous about the geeks with lovely lady lumps.  Yeah I just wrote that sentence.

In my younger years I digested most of my science fiction in the form of the written word.  I grew up reading both the classics and every bargain bin paperback I could get my hands on.  Heinlein.  Adams.  Asimov.  Scott Card.  Herbert.  Huxley.  Clarke.  Wells.  Bradbury.  Oh…Bradbury.   But what do you notice about all these names?  They’re all male.  Every damn last one.  I have nothing against the male sex mind you and for a long time I didn’t really notice that my bookcase had this imbalance of gender.  I did after all have a few books written by women—Madame L’engle and Lois Lowry for example—but for the most part scifi as a genre was and is largely dominated by men.

For a while I was happy in this little world of spaceships, lasers and dystopian futures.  Then one day I woke up.  I think it coincided with middle school and frankly it kind of shocks me that I don’t remember realizing this sooner.  I had always been a very “girl power” oriented kid.  I was in elementary school during the reign of the platform british diva and definitely spent nights in front of my mirror singing “wannabe” with a hairbrush.  The theme I wrote up for my 10th birthday party?  Girls Rule, Boys Drool—Splash til you Crash Birthday Bash.  It was a pool party—ahem.  Anyway THAT embarrassing tidbit aside the point is suddenly one day I realized all my books were written about or by men. IMG_2929

Thus began my search for scifi written by women and a dark and disturbing realization: there is a great deal of scifi written by women but they changed their names to be accepted.  A number of books I’d read were written by women but I had no way of knowing that, and based on the trend by the more notable authors, I always assumed that names which followed the A. Z. Last Name formatting were men.  That was exactly what the publishing industry wanted me to think—or rather what they wanted little boys to think.  It started as a way for women to publish when it was considered indecent to do so and then carried on as tradition because publishing companies didn’t think boys and men would want to read books written by a woman.

IMG_2936Disgusted, I understood that this belief not only dismissed females as writers—but females as readers.  It completely ignored the girls who were reading, the girls who might choose to read a book because it was authored by someone with whom they share a certain ovarian affinity.  Talk about a total invalidation of my greatest love.  Heck even J.K. Rowling fell trap to that line of thinking as her editors didn’t believe Harry Potter would sell to boys if they knew the author was a woman.  Well that cat got out of the bag and Rowling is still richer than the bloody queen so fuck-that.  Sadly it’s probably somewhat true that boys would turn away more from female written works.  There are certainly a number of men I’ve met who avoid anything that seems remotely “feminist” out of fear that supporting it will suddenly doom them to marry a girl who doesn’t shave her armpits.  Disgraceful.

With the second wave of feminism (aka the 60’s) a number of female scifi authors came out of the woodwork. Notable among them being Ursula K. Le Guin who is usually the first and sadly only name people provide when I mention female scifi writers.  As for me, the first scifi work I encountered in my youth that made me think about this topic was Margaret Atwood’s “A Handmaid’s Tale”.  If you aren’t familiar with the work it is about a dystopian future where a fascist and religiously dominant government has suspended the constitution following a terrorist attack.  In this world women have been stripped of any rights and are regulated to various roles in society; racism and homophobia also rampant.  The protagonist of the story is in the ranks of the Handmaids who function as concubines and whose sole purpose is to provide a womb for breeding; women reduced to literally the very thing that define their sex.  Other roles women play are wives, daughters, “Marthas” aka compliant infertile women and the Aunts who train the handmaids.  Infertile or troublesome women get branded as “unwomen.”

While this certainly sounds like a feminist manifesto, it should be noted that the book explores a variety of other oppressions enacted by this government for religious and racial reasons.  Heck even the men are just as regulated as the women; assigned various roles within the military structure of the government but it is only the higher ranking classes that are permitted to breed and obtain a handmaid.  As for the rest?  No sex.  Not even masturbation.  I particularly remember reading the part about underwear designed to prevent nocturnal emissions and thinking that this world is just as criminal to men as it is to women.  Gay men, as another example, are gender traitors and sent to death camps.

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I’d like to think that today we don’t have this problem anymore or that it’s at least diminishing, but well…when I was thinking about this blog I decided to go find a copy of this book.  I popped into a used bookstore on the street after yoga, ran up to the scifi section and discovered no listing for Atwood at all.  With a heavy sigh I trudged up to the “Fiction-Literature” area and sure enough there it was.  I went to check out and this was the exchange that followed:

Me: Glad you had this, I went looking in the scifi section first and couldn’t find it.

Counter: Well that’s because it’s not scifi.

Me: Uhh…well actually it is, I mean it’s soft scifi* but it’s definitely always been in that category from what I know.

Counter: it’s feminist lit.  It can’t be scifi.

And it was a girl behind the counter too.  Apparently feminism and scifi are incompatible.  So much for forward thinking but hardly that surprising.  I still get strange looks from most people who discover my love of the genre.  Strides have been made over the years but aliens and wormholes are still apparently a “boy thing” in the eyes of most.  I personally feel that more strides have been made in film and tv to promote the female empowerment of the geek world and it saddens me that books seem to lag behind which is why I’m so excited when I do find a thoughtful and geeky lady writer.  There is a need, especially in our youth, to identify and learn about ourselves.  That’s part of why people will seek out specific racial, cultural or gender groups and socialize within them.  We want to understand ourselves and while Joss Whedon comes pretty damn close, ultimately I’ll still learn more about being a woman from another woman.  That’s why it’s important to have these talks still and why you can’t ever be completely “color blind” in life.  So I hope more women writers are picking up the call and defying convention and I really hope that they drop the stupid initial-last name convention because while 5 boys might pass over your book, there will be one little girl who might finally pick it up.

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*Some people will claim it’s not scifi or only loosely scifi because it is about a dystopian future.  Funny that I don’t hear people rejecting 1984 or Fahrenheit 451 nearly as often on those grounds.  Now for those of you that would, look we can talk about this another time and I’ll school you on the history of the genre, also known as speculative fiction, and please stop trying to invalidate these books just because you happen to prefer hard-scifi which is a subgenre okay?

Oh right, I still have a recipe to share!  Well as you ponder this topic, why not bake up a lovely quiche for dinner.  Why a Quiche for today’s post?  It’s a largely egg based dish and since I’m thinking about ovaries and baby-mamas I immediately jumped to the ovary connection.  I’m weird.  Accept it.

Scifi Mys-Quiche

An Olivia Original – I made several mini-quiche but this recipe will make one large 9” pie Read more

As slow as molasses….

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would you rather stop time, or never need to breathe
would you rather have your one weakness to be a really well-known thing
what if you were lactose intolerant but could make things taste like cheese?
or if you had the power to induce a slight fatigue.

that would be the worst superpower ever

I always overlooked the Flash as a superhero growing up.  I mean sure okay he could run real fast but meh, what was that power compared to Wonder Woman or Rogue or Phoenix?  I was a little gender biased in choosing my favorites but still I went for the flashier powers.  Who cared if you could get across the continent in two seconds when you could read minds or fly instead?  But I had a sort of epiphany today as I once again bemoaned not having enough time in the day to get everything done: I would fucking LOVE to have Flash’s powers.

MolassesCookieDorie (10)Now admittedly part of the reason I never finish my “to do” list is that I can’t resist tacking on more than any human being could physically accomplish in a day.  If I start to get close to it I’ll add on more because actually finishing everything on my list clearly means I need to try even harder.  I know, I have OCD problems.  There’s just so much I want to see, to do….  Well you know all that.  The point is I just can’t sit still.  I have perpetual ants in my pants and I hate ants so I need to get them OUT.  Recently I’ve also been feeling that pressure of “I’m almost 25 and have yet to conquer the world.  13 year old me would be so, so disappointed in myself.  What is wrong with you?”  Never one to put pressure on myself.

But oh if I had the powers of Flash…. Well you know that question kids love to ask “If God is all powerful can he make a rock so heavy even he can’t lift it?” and you watch as the pastor sputters to answer the impossible question?  Well I wonder: if I had the powers of Flash, could I still generate an impossible list of things to get done?  My bets are on yes.  I mean look at me right now: I’m watching voyager on the television.  Writing a blog post on one computer.  Loading files on a third and sort of eavesdropping on some silliness in my kitchen.  Must multi-task!

This frantic energy works in my favor a lot of the time.  When I can really get going…well you know how sometimes you type too fast for your computer to keep up?  That’s what I feel like my brain does to my body.  At worst times though… I can be plagued by this sensory panic attack that I really should ask a doctor about.  There are times when suddenly I get overwhelmed by this feeling that my body is moving slow, like I’m caught in a gelatinous cube or the molasses swamps of candyland, but my brain is supercharged.  It’s actually pretty terrifying because I’m aware that I’m moving just as I normally would and that there is something very, very wrong.  I start to get panicky as I try desperately to get my body to “catch up” with my racing brain.  These attacks can last for a few minutes to as long as half an hour.  Usually I have to sort of “reconnect” my brain and reality by talking out loud, focusing on breathing and pulling myself out of it.  The term from what I’ve read online is “derealization” but you know what they say about self-diagnosing….

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In general, weird anxiety attacks aside, I’m impatient and easily frustrated when others or worse when I can’t keep up with my expectations and desired speed.  So I’m trying to learn to slow down when time calls for it, to be a little more patient with people who are slower than me and to understand that taking time to relax is not akin to resting on my laurels.  One of the few places where I’m able to slow down and embrace taking my time and not pushing ahead is in yoga.  Yeah yeah yeah.  Olivia talking about yoga again.  Yawn.  Skip to the recipe already.

FINE.

These ginger molasses cookies are proof that sometimes slow flowing things are delicious and wonderful.  Typically you only really see these at Christmas time but they make some of the best night time snacks, there’s no reason to not make them year round.  A glass of milk, a good book, and a few of these chewy, spicy treats might just be enough to make me stop and slow down a little.  I won’t stop and smell the roses but I might pause for some good cookies.

Sugar-Topped Molasses Spice Cookies

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SciFriday: Something like a recipe, Bacon-bits and my creation!

From my heart and from my hand, why don’t people understand, my intention?

What’s this? What’s this?

Last Saturday one of my favorite authors was at a local SciFi bookstore – and holy crap did you know entire bookstores dedicated JUST to that genre existed? Anyway so this author, Seanan McGuire (aka Mira Grant from my Zombie-back ribs) performed a reading of her short story that is part of a larger anthology titled “The Mad Scientist’s Guide to World Domination: Original Short Fiction for the Modern Evil Genius

I know right?!

Book Signing!

Book Signing!

It’s a fantastically awesome anthology theme and the stories most certainly support it.  I can’t say I’m totally impartial about which one is my favorite so I’m not going to dive into that too much but rather speak about the event which focused quite a bit on the field of “Mad” Science.  As a scientist in a highly disputed field, biotechnology, I often would have debates with people both in and outside the science world about this one question: if we can do it, should we?  It seems to me that quite often in both stories, and real life, when the scientist ignores the second part of that question is when things get a bit “mad.”  Sometimes it’s a deliberate ignoring of consequences and sometimes it seems to be that the brilliant mind is so divested from reality, he or she can’t see that what is happening is wrong.  In those situations the scientist is so convinced that their intentions are noble, that the ends are so important, the means hardly matter.  In my tiny little opinion that’s where the “mad” part of mad science creeps in.  It’s almost like a fever that takes over and clouds the ability to make sound judgment calls.

While it’s highly exaggerated in fictional form, there are a lot of real world scary “mad” science things we could be doing today that are prevented only by morality.  We could, for example, clone a human being.  Today.  We have the technology.  The implications of such an act are what keeps scientists from doing it.  Rumors have emerged from time to time that China has done it – you choose to believe what you want there—but I don’t doubt that someday, someone somewhere, will toss consequences over his/her shoulder and actually make it happen.  Which leads to another interesting question about this kind of “fringe” science: if we can do it, shouldn’t we do it since someone else will and at least doing it first means we can control what happens?  Oh another delicious, delectable moral qualm that makes for amazing pieces of speculative fiction.  I wonder how often this was discussed by the members of the Manhattan project.  I really need to read more about that…. Damn it goodreads list, why do you keep growing??

My biggest frustration though with “mad” science is how often things get labeled as “Frankenscience” when the truth is so few people really understand the science they fear.  Oh god.  See right there?  That can definitely be the refrain of someone who is “going mad” can’t it?  But it has some truth to it.  Like I said I majored in the field of Biotechnology and get very frustrated with people who hold strong opinions on the subject of genetically engineered food yet understand almost nothing about it.  These individuals would most certainly call me a mad scientist for supporting certain applications of the technology—or for my personal desire to develop luminescent trees to line streetwalks with.  Aside from how freaking pretty that would be, it’s like the ultimate form of green energy.  Oh and yes  I THOUGHT OF THAT BEFORE SEEING AVATAR OKAY?  Ironically enough, while we could clone a human being today, developing these trees is still outside our realm as I currently understand it.  Many people are familiar with GFP, green fluorescent protein, which could work but requires a black light to be seen.  From what I’m aware of, experiments that utilize luciferase (the protein that lets fireflies light up) have failed to produce enough protein to make any impact without overloading the cell machinery and killing the plants.  Again though I haven’t looked into this in a few years and I really should read up on it.

Okay new mad science project: time machine for the purposes of reading.

But back to the book, it’s fantastic and it’s certainly been helping me cope with a lack of good mad science-y television since Fringe left me.  There’s nothing remotely close now on regular programming to scratch that itch.  I feel like the show left the table without asking to be excused and so, much like a beloved scene, I demand Fringe return to the table.  Why?  I made some Peanut Butter Bacon Sandwiches damn it.  Now there’s some REAL mad science

WALTER: Megif avagin frim dim Tish.

LINCOLN: Excuse me?

WALTER: It’s Yiddish. It means “May I please be excused from the table?” No, you may not.

LINCOLN: Why not?

WALTER: Because I have just made some peanut butter and bacon sandwiches.

Not to be an underachiever I didn’t simply fry up some bacon and slap it onto a sandwich.  Oh no.  I decided that this application should be far more like peanut butter and jelly.  So what did I do?  I made Bacon Jam.  Why?  BECAUSE I CAN.

Mwahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.  This stuff can be slathered on anything.  It can go in frittatas.  It can be eaten straight with a spoon.  I do really love it with some chunky peanut butter in the end; it’s just so damn tasty.

Olivia’s Mad Bacon Jam

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Cookie Wednesday – or National Chocolate Cake Day!

oreocupcakesHey ya’ll – Do you like muppets?  Do you like geeky and largely inappropriate humor?  Do you like comedy duos that sing folk songs about George RR Martin?  Do you like watching things that are FREE?  I know you have to like at least ONE of those things if you read my blog so please stay with me here.

So you know how I mentioned enjoying acting and doing silly things like that?  Do you remember a certain country music video I got to be in months and months ago?  It’s okay if you don’t, I forgive ya.  BUT just today (or rather yesterday by the time this post goes up) I will have a new video up!  Exciting!  This time I got to spend a weekend down in LA working on a new show for Geek and Sundry’s youtube channel.  The show is called “LearningTown” and it features a folk-singing duo I’ve come to know and love through comic-con and w00tsock.  The brilliant team known as Paul & Storm.  They write hilarious songs about Georges we love to hate and hate to love, as well as inappropriate Sea Shanties and sing acapella about boxing nuns.   Felicia Day managed to rope the team into making a weekly series about a pair trying to save a cancelled, beloved children’s show.  I think this particular series is unique to the youtube channel world because in addition to original programming content, Paul and Storm also write several original pieces of music for each episode.  One word of caution: this is NOT a children’s show by any means.  It’s an adult show about the behind the scenes of a children’s show…got it?  If you let your kids watch and are subsequently horrified don’t blame ME.

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Of course you could argue my admiration for the series stems largely from the selfish reason that I was background in several episodes and featured most prominently in episode 7 which aired Tuesday February 26th.  I mean you could argue that…and you wouldn’t be entirely wrong.  But I also happen to like the content on the show.  In fact I saved a little rant that the hands down best character, Cookie Tuesday, went off on regarding the nature of what a true princess ought to be:

A princess ought to be not quite so sexist or twee, not defined by looks or labels but by her ability to mix true gentility with unconventionality; her versatility informs her personality earning her equality and true originality but her agree-ability does not imply passivity because if called upon then she can kick an ass or two or three!

It’s cute and while the character development has been slow, I appreciate the fact that the show is following her journey of discovery of self-awesomeness.  As a result I don’t feel so bad that my role was to play one of the showgirls in a fairly sexist little daydream by one of the characters haha.

Feel free to like, share, and comment about how awesome girl #7 is guys.  Just saying….

Anyway the reason I’m also plugging that country music video from before is that the whole reason I got this second paid gig was because Jason Charles Miller is essentially a BAMF and thought of me when they needed girls.  I don’t know what I did to earn kindness and thoughtfulness like that but I’m so happy to have gotten this opportunity.  So help me show him some appreciation back and give the music video a little youtube love?    Both days on set were a lot of fun and the upside to LearningTown was that my group (The Guild of Extras) was there as well for other background work.  Once we finished filming the number music video I got to go play behind the scenes a bit more and I’m sure my blond mop will be in the background of a few other episodes.  I’m only jealous that I missed another day when my friends got to play board games with Paul and Storm during downtime.

I made Jason some Buttermilk  Pancake Oreo Cupcakes last time I was in LA and they were fairly popular.  See we’d been out for breakfast and initially Jason was going to order the oreo pancakes but I think they weren’t offered as an add-on, or the kitchen was out of something, so he ended up not getting them.  I’ve been chastised for not baking more when I’m down south and inspiration struck to make these as I wanted to do something nice for Jason as he’s been such a kind friend to me.  When I realized the video came out today I wanted to share that recipe but since Wednesday is also National Chocolate Cake Day I’m modifying the recipe a little to be Chocolate Oreo Cupcakes.  That’s probably more of a classic flavor combination anyway and less likely to confuse people when you serve them these bowl-licking goodies.  Normally I’m someone who prefers cake to frosting, but since this frosting is essentially just a whipped cream with crushed oreo cookies, I have to say I could eat it with a spoon and leave the cake behind.  Probably not the best message on a day celebrating Chocolate Cake…erm.  Whatever.  ENJOY THE COOKIES…Tuesday.  Except it’s really Wednesday.  Damn I just fail all over this blog.

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Chocolate Butter Cake w/ Cookies and Cream Whipped Frosting

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Fantasy Friday: A bowl of eastern medicine

“Don’t be ashamed of reliving your childhood, Ox, because all of us must do it now and then in order to maintain our sanity.”

With that line I officially decided that I liked this month’s Sword and Laser bookclub pick—the 1984 fantasy novel “A Bridge of Birds: A Novel of an Ancient China That Never Was” by Barry Hughart.  I like it a lot.

“Bridge of Birds” is a fantasy novel set in a grand and fantastical ancient imperial China.  The book follows the troubles of a small village where all children between the ages of 8 and 10 are struck down by a mysterious illness following the silk worm festival.  The lead character, Lu-Yu known as Number 10 Ox, is a young man who is exceptionally strong though not exceptionally bright.  He is sent off to find a wise man to bring back to the village to determine how this plague, which has sent all the children into a comatose state, can learn to count—because it is only a specific age group struck—and to find a cure.  Wise men do not come cheap and the best Ox can afford is an old drunk who actually turns out to be one of the wisest men in all of China—Master Li whose wisdom could not save him from a falling of grace due to a “slight flaw of character.”  Li quickly unearths what has befallen the children and discovers that the only cure is a rare ginseng plant known as the Great Root of Power.  Together Master Li and Ox travel through China, and Chinese folklore, to find this healing root in time to save the village children.

“Take a large bowl.  Fill it with equal measures of fact, fantasy, history, mythology, science, superstition, logic, and lunacy.  Darken the mixture with bitter tears, brighten it with howls of laughter, toss in three thousand years of civilization….and drink… ‘And I will be wise?’ he asked. ‘Better’ I said ‘You will be Chinese’.”

What I really enjoyed about this book was the interspersing on the main plot with many other stories and samples of ancient China.  I’m a self-proclaimed scholar of fairy tales (I took those classes in college that make me an expert after all :P ) but I must admit that my rather expansive expertise largely only covers Western culture.  I have some familiarity with Arabian/Middle Eastern tales as well but my knowledge of East Asian culture is embarrassingly lacking.  I enjoyed how unfamiliar I was with these stories.  So often I get caught up in tellings, re-tellings, re-imaginings of the more traditional European folklore.  There’s nothing wrong with knowing what I enjoy but I’m not really expanding or learning anything new when I see Cinderella retold for the umpteenth time.  If you have a vested interested in fairytales/folklore/mythology you will enjoy this book.  The tales aren’t traditional Chinese folklore but retellings or inspired by more traditional tales.  Very clever Hughart, now I have to go out and read MORE so I can compare and fill in my knowledge gaps.  Getting me to read, damn you!

The stories follow the Grimm tradition of being almost shockingly violent and bloody at times.  The opening of the book focuses so much on children’s rhymes and humor that when the first really violent scene unfolded it caught me off guard.   If descriptions of torture and blood are difficult for you there will be sections of this novel that make you queasy.  There were moments where I actually had a hard time reading depictions of some ancient Chinese torture techniques—and I can stomach a lot.  Two characters in particular, the Duke and the Ancestress, are villains that especially revel in the blood lust.  The Ancestress is a bit more comical and I imagined her as a Chinese version at times of the Queen of Hearts from Wonderland; she’s rather fond of decapitation.  The violence gets a treatment with some levity at times—one of the good guys runs around with his axe happily shouting “Chop Chop Chop!” with comical emphasis as he hacks and saws apart his enemies.  I think the humor actually makes the violence seem more shocking but that could just be me.

My biggest complaint about the book, which has been echoed on boards, is that it starts off pretty slow and has some moments where it meanders.  I’ve noticed that is a common problem in quest based stories.  It seems like there’s always a point where information gets told rather than shown—and in those moments where the author gets stuck the characters are usually stuck meandering around in the woods somewhere as well.  Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings….  It happens.

Of course like any good folk tale at the root “The Bridge of Birds” is a love story but you won’t realize that’s what you’re reading until a good third of the way in.  I liked that.  It was pleasant to go on this journey with the two lead characters and get some genuine surprises along the way.  So often I find writing, especially television writing, to be extremely predictable.  I’d predicted the outcome of the book before the end but there were still a number of surprises for me and I absolutely LOVED that.

“Ginseng hunters refer to the plan as chang-diang shen, “the root of lightning,” because it is believed that it appears only on the spot where a small mountain spring has been dried up by a lightning bolt.  After a life of three hundred years the green juice turns white and the plant acquires a soul.  It is then able to take on human form, but it never becomes truly human because ginseng does not know the meaning of selfishness.”

When I wasn’t being grossed out by depictions of body parts oozing and being removed, I was learning a great deal about the medicinal mysticism surrounding ginseng.  Most Americans are only exposed to this root as an ingredient in herbal teas.  It’s a highly sought after additive and as I discovered at my local Korean market, very expensive when purchased fresh.  The list of supposed health benefits is long and largely unverified but there is sufficient correlative data in the medical community for a select few.  Ginseng has shown to be a good supplement for your immune system; it seems to boost white blood cell count and immune response—especially in conjunction with vaccinations.  It also promotes insulin uptake and therefore makes it a great supplement for those suffering from diabetes.  Some more popular, though less supported claims, are that it promotes mental acuity/alertness and is a popular supplement for a certain male specific…dysfunction.  It’s no wonder then that this plant has such a huge place in East Asian culture and tradition.  It is also similar to mandrake roots in that it is often described as looking human-ish thus inspiring a sort of religious reverence to the plant.

My question in reading was: does ginseng ever get used in food dishes?  I am familiar with a South Korean soup called “Samgyetang” which features a chicken stuffed with rice, a bunch of things I was unfamiliar with and ginseng.  As it turns out this is a popular soup in Chinese cuisine as well—the Cantonese refer to it as Yun Sum Gai Tong—but since 99.999999% of all Chinese restaurants are American Chinese, you aren’t likely to find it on the menu.  Some more authentic Korean spots will have it though but be warned that Ginseng is rather bitter.  I tried my hand at making this soup at home inspired by the book and despite my best efforts you just can’t take away that slight bitter bite in the root.  On the other hand that’s what means it’s good for you!   The soup is supplemented with Jujubes, a sweet red date, ginger, garlic, rice and water chestnuts.  I’m so glad I made it too.  The weather has been unseasonably warm and over the weekend a cold snap came in to remind everyone that it’s still February and not to get so cavalier about winter ending.  The day the cold hit I ran to my kitchen to get to soup making.  My poor roommate came down with a fever literally the day after I brewed a batch of this stuff so I’ve been shoving it at him every time he emerges from his bedroom.  It’s entirely selfishly motivated—I don’t want to get sick!

Yun Sum Gai Tong

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SciFriday: Cookies worth dying for

Belated Book Review – Old Man’s War by John Scalzi – Sword & Laser Book Club

Do you think at the end of your years, pushing 90 if you make it that long, that you could give up your entire life, your entire existence as you knew it down to the very planet you live on, enlist to fight a war you know nothing about if it meant getting a new chance at life?  If you said yes do you think it’s possible there are cookies that could convince you to stay on earth and die a natural old age instead?  I decided that since death—actually aging more so than death—scares the hell out of me I’d probably say yes to that first bargain.  Until I made these cookies.  Talk about your dilemma.  Confused about what I’m going on about?  **Yes this is nonsense Olivia.** Read on.

My week got pretty hectic the last, aw hell, the last month has been pretty hectic and so my post for Sword & Laser’s January book pick is late….  I guess there are worse things that could be late though, like say my period, which as I tried to explain to the good doctor was impossible unless I’m carrying the next Christ child but that’s a whole other story.  This month I actually managed to read, and finish, the book selection for Sword & Laser.  When I say read I should say devour.  Old Man’s War is a fantastic fun scifi read from John Scalzi and it was also the inaugural download on my Kindle from Christmas.  I’m glad I didn’t pop my e-reader cherry with something I found to be miserable (The Stress of Her Regard was my second download and I’m trudging through it on principle) and instead I whipped through this book in less than a week.  Teenage me scoffs but adult, working with no free time me is impressed so shut up pompous teenage Olivia.  Go hang out with 21 year old Will Wheaton and wane poetically about nerds and N­­ietzsche.

Halfway through a page and still nothing about the book?  Frak I’m out of practice.  Okay so Old Man’s War is a space novel set in a world where a mysterious organization, independent of any earth government, controls space.  Earthlings have no access to the technology that makes space travel possible and the only way to gain entrance to the galaxy is to enlist in the Colonial Defense Forces to defend human colonists.  Okay so I guess the other way to get into space is to sign up to colonize but apparently that is only something that third world refugees get to do.  Anyway the catch is that the CDF only enlists people over the age of 65 but under 90.  The promise is that you get a new, youthful body and a maximum of ten years required service to the force.  After that time your new life is yours to own.  Seems like the sort of promise that could sound very tempting to an old fart doesn’t it?

John Perry’s wife has died in the middle of baking a pie of a brain aneurysm and he has only one son who he isn’t particularly close to.  A chance to see the worlds beyond his own, to start over, is exactly what Perry needs and the story follows his journey from enlistment to the procurement of his new genetically advanced body (spoiler: the bodies are soylent green) and his time in the CDF.  What you find out is that the human race is embroiled in a violent, bloody war of colonialism that makes Manifest Destiny look like a tea party.  In our defense, at least this time we didn’t start it, but we sure as hell don’t intend to lose either.  99% of the conflicts are solved with bloody, bloody mutilating deaths and it turns out that most of the old farts who get a new lease on life end up dying during those teeny ten years of enlistment fighting an array of fantastically un-human like alien races.  There are moments of gory terror, but for the most part the fight scenes are comical, right down to the depiction of Perry smashing an opposing force of Lilliputians that kind of fail at the hand to hand combat portion of one planetary squabble.  This particular moment, though darkly funny, also makes you pause and wonder why so many people are so willing to fight these land wars.  Doesn’t anyone object to the horror, the gore, the needless death?  Scalzi manages to perfectly sum up through your journey with Perry why the CDF grunts keep fighting: each other.  In the end it’s the bond between brothers and sisters of the military that makes them fight regardless of whether or not the cause is right, whether or not they individually believe in the cause (and some don’t) they fight to defend each other.  The writing beautifully sums up the psychology behind military brotherhood without forcing the reader to agree.

The story is a light read but still manages to make you think about colonialism, the nature of the “consciousness” as humans are transferred into new bodies—or the mysterious ghost brigade an army of deceased bodies inhabited by new owners—and of course that essential spice for any good story: love.  Read between the lines there and you might figure out a big reveal that happens halfway through the book for our hero Perry.  One thing I couldn’t shake when reading the book was how much it reminded me of Starship Troopers but with a little less irony.  Then I get to the end acknowledgements and there is a big shout out to Heinlein.  So I wasn’t imagining it and Scalzi meant to play off the roughnecks but he manages to do it in a way that is entirely his own.

Now at one point the characters are revealing what they miss most about their past lives on earth.  Perry reveals that he misses being married, and is subsequently scoffed at, but one woman notes that she misses her daughter’s chocolate chip cookies—the secret ingredient apparently being molasses.  This got me thinking about the ultimate, perfect chocolate chip cookie fresh out of the oven and yup, I think that’s something that I would miss enough to potentially die old in my bed rather than in a new green, cat eyed body skewered by some cultish alien species.  The problem is that there are a million chocolate chip cookie recipes and finding the perfect cookie is still something I’ve been questing for.  The idea of incorporating molasses intrigued me.  Much experimenting, 6 dozen cookies later, and not only did I discover that molasses is a great addition, I have crafted to date the closest to perfect chocolate chip cookie recipe ever.  Scalzi I don’t know whether to love or hate you for this.  Of course my secret ingredient isn’t the molasses but two other additions that make the dough perfect.  The question I have is: should I share this or keep it to myself?  I’m still kind of conflicted.  This is the sort of recipe that every grandmother wants to guard until her deathbed…so for now I’m keeping with the military theme and redacting two ingredients.  This recipe will work fine without them but it won’t quite taste like mine.  Guess I’m selfish but if I’m saying these are cookies worth DYING for…..  It’s the texture that’s key mind you.  The end result of these cookies is that bakery only texture: big, soft, chewy, thick, crispy just on the very edge and almost melted in the center….

Best Chocolate Chip Cookies on Earth

An Olivia Original inspired by “Old Man’s War” by John Scalzi

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