Hi readers. I’ve been planning to share this with you a while but keep forgetting.
Back when David McCreary and I got bounced out of Peace Corps India X training at Hilo, then jumped the plane to seek our destinies in Honolulu we were dirt poor. Sharing a room at a rooming house up on East Manoa Road. Him working as a drink waiter at the Kohala Hilton, me busboying down at the Makahiki of the Hilton Hawaiian Village.
Dirt poor, so we ate a lot of Saimen. Something I’ve never heard of since, but a person could get a bowl for a quarter at any food joint in Honolulu.
So I began a while back experimenting, trying to recreate Saimen using Ramen. Bought green onion, chopped it all the way back to the tips of the green, all the way forward to the root. Threw in minced garlic, ginger, fish, or chicken, or meat if I had some. Sometimes a dash of curry, habenero, whatever comes to hand.
Boiled down all the other ingredients a considerable while to make a strong flavored broth. Then at the last minutes of the just-right tastehood, added Ramen noodles, or small diameter pasta sticks.
This stuff’s as good today as it was in 1964 in Honolulu. It would even be good if 1964 never happened and had to get replaced with some other year.
Posted in 2013, America
Tagged cuisine, culture, economy, food, Hawaii, Human Behavior, humor, Life, lifestyle, noodles, raman, ramen, recipe, saimen, society, sociology
I’ve got this box of US Archives microfilm of all the US Army Civil War correspondence for the Department of New Mexico and Arizona staring at me. Wasted a phone call to the Arizona State Archives, talked to a clerk who’d have her boss get back to me if they wanted them.
Microfilm of Yankee Army Civil War correspondence
No joy. I suppose I might yet find a university, or the NM or Texans might want them for their State Archives. It’s got the California Volunteers activities, and the Union perspectives on what all those Texas troops were doing raising hell up the Rio Grande. Nice description of how, when the last Texans had retreated to Fort Davis, left their wounded in the hospital there for the Union to treat when they arrived.
Apache got there between the exit of the Texans and the arrival of the Union troops. Slaughtered them all in their beds, mutilated the corpses.
We’re talking good stuff here. Somebody sure as hell ought to want it.
Maybe I can swing up by Ruidoso and blackmail the Mescalero with it.
Or maybe it’s time for all that stuff to go into the burn pile.
Posted in 2013, America, History
Tagged apache, Civil War, culture, Events, fort davis, History, Human Behavior, humor, Life, lifestyle, microfilm, Native Americans, New Mexico, society, sociology, us archives