When rainbows come...

I have learned that if I hear rain and see sunlight at the same time in the afternoon I should grab my camera and step outside immediately.

I look to the east and the later it is in the day the lower the rainbow will be.

A double rainbow, with the darker sky between the bows is an extra, extra special treat!

I stood in the middle of the street for this shot; I'd say it was the "best" shot as both bows are complete AND one can see the hillside behind the rainbow end.

I shot these using my cell phone as it could capture the entire bow.
My regular camera couldn't frame it fully without me running way far away.
I shot with both my cell phone and my regular camera to capture the rainbow in different ways without changing lenses in the rain on my big camera.

How many rainbow pictures are enough?

I tend to keep clicking until the bow fades away completely.

Maybe this shot was the best one after all?

Here's the photos taken with my regular camera. 

 Yes there is a difference.

I could capture the rainbow's end exploding in the neighbor's  trees.

 Each color band stands out.

 The bow brushed the mountain top.

 No I  didn't  add color but I did darken the shot slightly.

I have never seen a bow so low to the ground before.

The bow was almost flat; I was shooting at 6:40ish pm.

The lower the sun is in the sky, the lower the rainbow sits too.

I wonder just how low a rainbow can go?

Someday I hope to see a rainbow created at the last moments of a sunset.

Labor Day Weekend 2014

 Every have a perfect few days?

Our Labor Day weekend: Perfect.

We began the weekend early by going downtown for a free outdoor jazz concert.

A glass of wine at a hotel, then we sat in chairs on a lawn while a local group called Lark and Spur entertained us.

The weather was perfect for an outdoor sunset concert.

Oh it was tempting to get up and dance to the tunes.

 Saturday we *finally* attended the Timpanogos Storytelling Festival, which is held in a beautiful park designed especially for the annual festival, with the Provo River running at the base of the huge Timpanogos mountain.

It is the second largest storytelling festival in America, and I have been yearning to go to the annual festival here ever since we moved here eight years ago.

Bernie and I discovered the joys of Storytelling Festivals when I was in grad school in Denton Texas and enrolled in a Storytelling class.

The Denton area storytelling festival came highly recommended so I asked Bernie to come up to the school and attend the event.

I admit that both of us were a tad skeptical of the event, picturing lame-o "once upon a time" recitations or folk tales told by some one in a costume of some sort.

Eww.

We settled in for whatever the story telling might be like and within minutes we were hooked.

I imagine it helped that we were treated to a story by a fabulous Native America woman who told a traditional Coyote story with such sly humor we were laughing right away.

Next up was Donald Davis.

Little did we know that we were about to hear the President of the American Storyteller Guild and arguably the best and best known of all American storytellers.

He told a story that lasted almost an hour.

It felt like minutes...and when he was done we felt like we had left Denton ca 1999 and had been transported to North Carolina ca 1950.

We. were. hooked!

35,000 people attended our Timpanogos Festival over four days.

On Saturday we caught about ten storytellers, beginning with revered Donald Davis!

Here's a clip of Donald Davis telling a story about visiting his grandparents, getting a driver's license and a snake.

(Oh to have been one of his grandparent's grandchildren!)

This festival included storytellers that also performed music, as in the clip above.

I recorded it because the performers at this particular time were performing music created using a single string on a bow and a plain old  paper bag.

We also got to hear Bil Lepp who was an absolute hoot!.

Sunday was church, and that evening we joined Jeff's family for dinner with some of their friends.

The friends have a three year old that is in our Sunday School class.

It was great getting to know Levi's parents!

Jeff asked that I bring some Indian food to share so I made gol goppa, an Indian street food treat.

A hallow fried ball that is filled with a savory mix and then filled with a spicy fluid.

We ate about two dozen of them in no time at all!

Monday, Labor Day, was our traditional Labor Day Swim in Great Salt Lake.

This year Luke joined us!

It was quite a walk to get down to the water.

Luke was ready to just get on with playing in the sand right away.

This was the walk to the water.

Yup, just play in the sand will be just fine!

Bernie eventually lured him on.

I swear someone has pulled the plug on Great Salt Lake.

Every year the water is a bit lower than the year before.

It is a lake, not an ocean: there is no low or high tide!

Bernie and Luke waded in.

Water play was fun!

The air and the water temperatures matched.

Right after this photo he waded back onto the sand and Bernie joined him.

Together they build sand trucks, which is a bit more advanced than a sand castle...

Eventually Bernie pulled him back into the water.

That proved to be a mistake: Out of the blue Luke decided he did not like his rash guard and wanted it pulled off.

Then he suddenly remembered that his baby brother Calvin wasn't with us.

But it just about  broke his heart.

Suddenly Luke was sobbing hysterically:

Baaaabyyy Calvin.

BABY CALVIN!!!

BABY CALVIN!!!!

Bernie raced his now screaming grandson back up the half mile to the parking lot like he was being chased by zombie.

I will never worry about zombies after this.

That man can move like lightening!

Once we got back to the car Luke pulled himself back together and with a bit of juice and milk and a peanut butter and honey sandwich he was back to his old happy self.

We all showered up and then we told Luke that we were going to go see Buffaloes.

He thought that would be great!

And he observed we could also see tigers.

???

OK then!

There were buffalo alright.

They were right there beside the road.

And even crossing the road right in front of us!

We stopped.

(Duh!)

The buffalo noted the sign.

Decided it did not apply to him.

Luke was thrilled with the buffalo and the tigers.

Bernie and I didn't actually see any tigers ourselves but later I remembered that a couple of days ago Luke had gone to the zoo and I had told him to say hi to the tigers for me and to count their stripes.

I think he was remembering that conversation!

(Storyteller Bil Lepp told a great story about Bluffaloes that you might like.)

Driving back across the causeway I spotted a place on the shoreline where an algae had had washed up and turned the sand pink.

Antelope Island scenery is always magical.

I have never seen it look exactly the same twice.

Magical.

Other worldly...

A photographer's dream come true.

It feels really good to have a place that we always go to on Labor Day.

This was the first time we went in the morning.

Different lighting, same delight.

Like I said...it was a perfect couple of days.

And a perfect way for us to spend a long holiday weekend.

Just call me Miss Muffett

Any guesses what I am doing here?

OK...obviously I am heating up a gallon of milk.

So why am I squeezing lemons?

(And don't you love my old fashioned lemon squeezer? 

That was the kind I grew up with and have used my entire life. So easy!)

Well...after the milk was simmering (not boiling) I added a quarter cup of lemon juice and gently stirred the mix.

The milk changed; it became whey and curds that separated right away.

(You have guessed what I am doing by now haven't you?)

The mix almost looked like oatmeal.

Next I dumped the mix into a cheesecloth lined colander.

It was seated over another huge bowl which served to catch the whey that dripped out from the curd.

After the whey had dripped out, I ran cold water over the curds to remove any lemon flavor.

(Vinegar can also be used instead of lemon juice.)

Then I gathered the curds and squeezed them gently, then placed the cheesecloth covered mass into a bowl.

Cling wrap went on top and a can goods item was rested on top for a weight.

Off it went to the refrigerator for 20 minutes to cool.

Later I peeled off the cheesecloth and put the cheese into an air tight container.

The cheese, now done and ready to eat, was placed back into the refrigerator.

This HUGE bowl was filled with whey.

(This is the cookie making bowl given to me by my husband's sister as wedding present. She baked cookies for seven kids...she needed a big bowl for cookie making! The thing weighs a ton but hey, 38 years later I am still using the thing and it is still in great shape!)

I freezer bagged the whey, then double bagged it and froze it for use in soup making on another day.

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The cheese is actually called paneer  in Indian cooking  or queso blanco in Latin American/Mexican cooking. It is also similar to mild feta.

The cheese is very mild, and can be sliced or crumbled.

It doesn't really melt when heated but rather retains its shape, may be browned slightly by frying and is slightly rubbery like fresh mozzarella cheese.

It squeaks when you chew it!

There are lots of Indian recipes that use paneer lightly fried in butter then simmered in a prepared spicy sauce.

Mexican cooking uses the cheese as a topping over spicy dishes like enchiladas, soups and salads.

Cheese is used with spicy foods as dairy helps negate spice heat.

(Good to know if you have a tender mouth like I do...have some paneer, sour cream or yogurt at the ready when digging into spicy foods!) 

If one wants to, one can mix in spices or nuts or sweetening like honey before chilling and the cheese can be spread warm on crackers.

It is a bland enough cheese that it will work with just about any flavor.

Bernie and I used to see sauces with white cubes in Indian buffet line foods and we avoided eating them because we thought the white stuff was tofu. 

We are not tofu fans.

We are, however, now fans of paneer.

Just about any chicken stew recipe can be used with  paneer replacing the meat.  

This was my first attempt at cheese making.

It was SO easy!

My one tip:

Cheesecloth is actually not so great for cheesemaking.

(Why do they call it cheese cloth anyway?)

The curds kind of stuck to the strands in clumps that were hard to remove.

A plain clean cloth like butter cloth or a fine cotton fabric would be a better thing to use.

My other tip:

I did not add salt; I have never seen a recipe where salt was called for but I have read that non-iodized salt may be added to cheese curds, and it is best if the salt is "cheese making" salt which apparently is finer than  table salt.  

I don't know where one can find cheese making salt so I have no insight into exactly how fine the salt needs to be.

Anyone out there ever made home made cheese before?

Do tell me your story!