Kumla Cum Laude

I have made my first batch of Alaskan Kumla! Between the potato grating, dumpling mixing, and eventual boiling process, it was a 3 1/2 hour long process, but I accomplished the deed all on my own! For those of you unfamiliar with my family's Norwegian inspired potato dish, I shall describe the steps below: 

Step 1: Peel lots and lots of potatoes. Then grate them with the finer side of your grater. This begins the workout portion of our baking experience. Grate, dammit, Grate! Grate until your hands cramp! Pound them on the table until numbness ensues, then grate more! When your hands begin to spasm, put the grater aside. Now squeeze all the potato juice out of your potato mash. At this point in time, the potatoes will be a rusty orange color, and the juice will be dark reddish orange. Although it looks as though your potatoes are infected with the Orange Death, continue. Few have actually succumbed to "Death by Kumla". Now, take 6 or more strips of bacon, and chop them up to add to your potatoes along with 1 Tablespoon salt. Yes, Kumla is a low-sodium health food. I also like to add 1 finely chopped onion, freshly ground pepper, and about 1 1/2 Tablespoons nutmeg. This gives it a little more of that Norwegian flair. Although temptation may be high to include more Nordic-inspired flavor, I strongly discourage any addition of pureed Lutefisk (whitefish preserved in Lye). Cured moose meat, however, is a Norwegian favorite that could add just the right touch of wilderness flavor.

 

Now, it is time to continue our kitchen aerobics. We shall add 6 cups of flour,  1 cup at a time. Knead the mixture with your hands (make sure you remove all jewelry--Dumplings are so dense that even metal can be lost, swallowed, and passed through the digestive system of any unwary consumer!). As you add more flour, the work will become more tedious. Be sure to get your full upper body into the mix, I like to even stand on my tiptoes for maximum force in each kneading punch. This also allows for a slight leg work out at the same time. When the flour is all added, the mixture should look like the above picture and have a dumpling-esque consistency. Now, it is time to shape your dumplings!

Place dumplings in a large pot of boiling water. The water will become a pleasing combination of pig fat broth and potato starch as your Kumla cooks. Cook for approximately 1 1/2 hrs. You may choose to nap, or to go for a jog to burn more of those calories you're about to consume!

Now, the finished product! Enjoy with a melted slab of butter on top! Make it a Nordic meal by serving only pickled products, such as dill pickles and sauerkraut, and mustard as sides. The best way to finish preparation, however, is to cut up the dumpling in cubes and pan fry it with butter. Delicious! Be prepared to enter a cathartic state of digestion when your meal is finished. I advise making sure your bed is free of clutter so you'll be able to fall onto it in any belly-up position. 

Crusade to the Orthodox

      I had the wonderful opportunity the first week of March to once again embark on a crusade for the SeaLife Center: I (and my spiffy boss Nikki) was charged with the task of spreading the glorious knowledge of aquatic life to rural peoples of Alaska who depend on that life for sustenance. So, Nikki and I dawned our crusader's tools (boxes of frozen squid and film canisters full of exotic spices to awe the children with alien innards and oceanic senses) and prepared for the road. We asked for Poseidon's blessing and lamented the lack of his magical Triton as we left town in our untrustworthy steed. Our first challenge in our crusade became quite apparent before we had even ventured past Sewardian city limits: our dying Red Explorer, henceforth known as Tranny Trouble. Tranny T. had a transmission problem, and we could feel its death jerks every time she shifted gears. We pushed Tranny T. onward, determined that the power of our crusade would give her the strength she needed, and promised to keep the air full of the dance beats every Tranny needs.  

 

     We were elated when, 4 hours later and after a short side mission to quench our road weary pallets with a pint and a pizza, we came upon the sight above: Kechemak Bay and Homer city limits! Tranny T. had brought us faithfully, albeit begrudgingly, along the smoothly paved road to our base camp. Our true crusade would begin before dawn the next morning  After thanking Poseidon for the fortunes of our first travels, we slept. 

    Razdolna, a Russian Orthodox fishing village, was our first destination on our crusade map. As we left Homer in the darkness of early morning, We prayed that Tranny T. would muster the fight to press forward on the icy, windy gravel roads before us, despite the lack of musical stardust and dance beats. We felt Tranny T. shutter as we put on the only musical choice we had: a cassette tape that simply said "Linda", full of songs that any granola hippie would spiritually hippie jerk-dance to.  I do enjoy an occasional romp around a free-flowing dance circle, but I believe the melodic flute-inspired beats drum out death to any true tranny's psyche. So as not to offend Tranny T., we kept the volume low and ventured farther into the Russian-inhabited wilderness. We watched a picturesque sunrise over Kachemak Bay, complete with rays of hot pink and bright orange searing the sky above the mountains in such a way that each peak looked like it had its own wig of hotly colored light. We took that as a blessing for our Tranny, and she did seem to be driving a little smoother. As we left the sunrise and headed down the driveway to the school, we felt Tranny T. shudder nervously. We passed a few children walking to school, all of them wearing traditional Russian Orthodox clothing: the girls wearing floor-length homemade silk dresses in beautiful colors (and with nothing underneath to help keep them warm in the 20 degree weather) and the boys wearing silk shirts with brightly colored flowers embroidered on the collars. The beauty was astounding. As Nikki and I stepped out of the car to join the children, their mouths all dropped and I heard a few muffled snickers. Crusade tip #1: DO NOT wear jeans or nose piercings to religious fishing villages. Although your head and heart may be in the right place, and Poseidon himself blessed your trip, the meaning of your words may be lost in this 'other world' attire. To effectively send a message, a skirt is preferable, although nice slacks may be acceptable, and all viewable body piercings should be promptly removed so as to avoid a general barbaric impression. 

     

     We ventured into the small school and began the true crusade work. Razdolna is very small (it is actually constructed out of 2 double-wide trailers hammered together), and the school has only 48 students in all K-12 grade levels. The older students were quite uninterested in our message of Awesome Science, and by the time we reached the youngest students, it was apparent they knew little English. Crusade Challenge #2: the Russian language. Consequently, rather than spreading the amazing knowledge about how salmon find their way home from the open ocean, we resorted to an English lesson.

"What color is this?" I ask, pointing at a picture of salmon eggs. 

"Red!" came the reply. The end. Crusade mission failed.  

     We dejectedly headed back to base camp, ready to refill our crusade passion in the sea-side city of Homer.  

     We refilled quite well, although Tranny T. showed obvious signs of weakness. Our doubts grew that she would survive this grueling adventure. We found a very unique used book store, above pictured, made from an old log cabin. I thought much about the loved ones I had left behind in order to venture on this crusade, and found a small token to take home to my beloved Tyler, a book entitled "Bucktails and Hoochies", a 1970s fishing how-to book. 

     Our crusade started anew early the next morning. The next Russian Orthodox village: Nikolaevsk. This school was quite impressive, and was an actual school building rather than two double-wide trailers. The younger children spoke English, as well! Thank you Poseidon, we shall truly deliver your message now! The children enjoyed us, and we brought messages of Oceanic Amazingness to all. As we finished with the elementary students, we started talking about the animals we have at the ASLC. 

Nikki asked: "Does everyone know what a sea lion is? Do you know how the sea lion got its name? What sound does a lion make?"

A little girl raised her hand to reply: "Well, sea lions got their name because they have curly tails and are blue." At least she liked sea lions...our message was not lost. Crusade win #1!

     We went next to the middle school classroom, and pulled upon our powerful crusade tools to pique the interest in the group: Box o' Squid! All participants were quite excited, and our SeaLife message was easy to read amid the alien entrails before each student. The children didn't want us to leave, and began asking any question, or telling any story, that popped in their head. 

Student #1: "This reminds me of this one time when my uncle made me take chickens, and I had to, you know *slight finger gesture upward* in their butts--"

Nikki: "Oh! I don't need to hear that story!" A look of shock and horror passed across her face. Crusade Challenge #3: children's stories of animal abuse. 

Student #2: "What if I found a baby walrus? I think I would keep it and raise it for its white ivory tusks." 

Nikki and I: "Do you know how much effort it takes to raise walruses?"

Student #2: "I could do it! I will raise my own walrus and make money off its tusks."

Crusade Challenge #4: A belief that non-Alaskan-natives can kill marine mammals. 

     Despite the slight challenges, our crusade mission at Nikolaevsk was a success! We sheathed our crusader's swords (or rather, put the unabused squid back in the cooler) and headed to our final school: McNeil Canyon. 

     McNeil Canyon was actually an elementary school on the outskirts of Homer, and we mistakenly thought they were a Russian Orthodox fishing village, so consequently offered our free programs in our crusade to bring knowledge to the isolated fisherman's children. We believed, however, we should still deliver our message of Oceanic Awesomeness. Little did we know, this would become the downfall of our Crusade. It ended in an ultimate failure to deliver our message to the 148 students they plopped upon us. The final battle scene included me shouting at school children "Smell your spices! Smell your spices!" while white paper confetti shot down from the sky and children battled and clawed each others faces. It was an ugly failure. 

     We hurriedly packed into our car after that episode of abuse, and began our journey homeward. The weather had warmed slightly, so our trek home became immensely treacherous. Tranny T. became quickly covered in ice and frozen mud, a very unflattering look. We thankfully were able to offer her proper tunes once again, but the toll of ugly roads and conservative environments was beginning to threaten the Tranny's life. 

     I tried, vainly, to remember all that my husband had taught me about car repair. No matter how I wracked my brain or silently prayed to Poseidon for tranny luck on our crusade, I could not remember where the transmission fluid was! Above, I'm checking the oil and looking for leaks anywhere I could think to. I lubed Tranny T. up with the most love I could muster and we began our 4 hour drive home in weather brought on by an angry Poseidon: We had lost too many battles on our crusade!     This is an actual picture taken of that afternoon. The roads were sheets of black ice, and more ice and snow were falling from the sky, blanketing Tranny T. loathsomely in that frozen ice mud. We could feel her shudder and loose all power whenever we had to shift gears, or go up a hill...her inner tranny was slowly and painfully dying. We pushed on, coaxing her up each hill, unable to go faster than 30 mph, afraid Tranny T. would abandon us with nothing but a half-case of Miller High Life to keep us warm. Tranny plugged on, and ever so slowly, our crusade reached its close back in Seward. We thanked Poseidon for allowing us home, and I promised to religiously listen to ABBA in order to thank the world of the Tranny. 

Snotsicle!

This is my nose. I have no complaints. The lines are quite true to form. The small amount of nosehairs present within each nostril are perfectly spaced to capture any airborne particles that might find their way towards my lungs, and and are neither too wide nor too narrow according to western ideals of how a nose should be structured. However, now that I am living in an arctic environment and spend much of my day standing in the cold Sewardian winds, I find this nose is rather ill equipped for the bitter air that rushes up each nostril. As a result, my body is facing a brand new challenge never encountered in the temperate wilderness of the Pacific Northwest: SNOTSICLES! Siberia houses a certain nose-centric animal, the Saiga, pictured below:

If you look at the face of this animal, you will note the rather long, snout shaped nose. This is the perfect arctic nose: It's long and wide, which allows the animal to moisturize and heat the air before it reaches the lungs. I, however, do not have this most amazing nose structure. Rather, my body compensates by making an excess of snot, which supposedly helps to warm and moisturize the air in a short period of time before it reaches my lungs. This overabundance of snot begins to drip down my face. The cold, windy weather immediately freezes this snot, and consequently, I have strings of frozen mucus hanging from an otherwise quite acceptable nose. I now play a game with myself on these cold and otherwise uneventful days: If I don't wipe the snotsicle away, and keep producing snot, I can make gigantic snotsicles! The longest one, to date, has gone about 1/2 inch beyond my chin until I couldn't stand the sight any longer. The jiggling of a snotsicle from the tip of your nose is a rather interesting sensation, as well, and one that can only be tolerated for short amounts of time. I encourage any who find themselves in these cold extremes of weather to attempt the snotsicle game. What can your nose produce today??

Gypsies and Birdies

Hello everybody! There has been no true Sewardian update for some time. This is partially a consequence of circumstance (noteworthy things don't happen often here in the winter) and also a lack of camera sources. Above is a picture I just took from our computer. You can see that once again, the light has returned to Seward and is gaining in strength and force! The Dark Side is loosing, and our light-saber induced happy powers are winning over the gloom.

 A recent update: 

Ice fishing and snowshoeing seem to be coming to an end. Our weather has warmed to a balmy 36 degrees on a regular basis--you're all quite jealous, I know! This does mean that all ice and snow are slowly yet surely melting to oblivion, and related outdoor sports are coming to a halt. I did, however, see my first moose in 5 months this week whilst on a hike around the outskirts of Mt. Marathon, which borders our very small little town. 

Work has been quite enjoyable. I had the radtastic opportunity of shadowing a bird addmitance to our rehab department this week. The bird was found tangled in fishing line--discarded fishing equipment is actually a very large hindrance to many marine animals. The fishing line was easily taken care of, but the bird, a Common Murre, had an old injury that we addressed as well. Two out of three toes on its left foot were completely bare to the bone! It looked like the foot had been sitting in flesh eating beatles. There was no meat left on the bone, it was completely bare. I can't imagine walking around on a foot that was 2/3 bone. Insane. Our vet wrapped the foot and we'll see how things progress...it definatly won't be using those toes ever again. 

Nothing particularly noteworthy has been going on in our spare time, though. Consequently, I thought I would share some recent doodles I have occupied myself with: 

I took a picture of the doodles, so all writing is backwards. I shall spell it out for you:

Title: "Gypsy Fish of the Cretaceous". 

Caption of Dino Speak: "Fill my belly with shrunken heads, Gypsy! And Powdered Pteradactyl! I'm plum out of Powdered Pteradactyl!"

In this next drawing, I really wanted to draw a Bird Nerd. I then really wanted him to hold a hedgehog. I then decided it was quite important that I justify this moment, so I consequently untilized the math equations on the boards. The equations follow:

X/Hedgehog = fun/tomato

this translates to: X = Hedgehog(fun)/Tomato

I also utilized this equation:

X/Bird = Insert/Tomato

this translates to: X = Insert(Bird)/Tomato

If you substitute the X's, you get the following:

Bird = Hedgehog(Fun)/Insert

This means the bird must play with the hedgehog! The consequenting scene of a hedgehog running after a tomato on the bird's wing resulted. Yes, art and math can combine. And yes, I'm just crazy enough to think this is hilarious. You are allowed to laugh with me, at me, or utilize your own personal combination of both attributes to appreciate this doodle. Thank you.  The time has come to say farewell. A kiss to the palm.... And a blow from the hand. 

Enjoy! And thank you all for your love and support,

Kristen Barenjager

Durango Trip!

Steinmetzer Mama just sent us some pictures from our trip to Durango to visit Durango Mama for Christmas. 

Below: downtown Durango. Tyler and I with Deanna (sister) Durango mom and Steinmetzer mom. We just had our family portrait taken: western theme! It was one of the few moments in life when it's okay to put a gun to your own mother's face. A moment not easily forgotten :o)

Tyler is getting ready to go fishing with my dad below. They went fly fishing together while I went snowshoeing with the moms and my sister.  Here we are snowshoeing! I'm in the front. I don't think it's a past time Deanna or my mom will take up as a favorite hobby....but the landscape was quite beautiful! A dessert covered in snow. We saw some really beautiful sandstone covered in icicles.  Tyler and I. This is my new hat: Just like dad's! Here Deanna and I are with my dad in front of the X-mas tree, strangling his girls. Sweet, huh? We had a wonderful time in Durango. Too bad it couldn't last longer! I'll update with recent Seward happenings soon....

Imminent Explosion!

This is a picture of Redoubt Volcano, which is not quite 200 miles away from Seward, AK. This was taken in 1989, the last time Redoubt had a large explosion. Seward received a few inches of ash from this explosion We've been on eruption watch for about a week now, and even had a small earthquake when the watch started. If it does explode, there is a chance ash will reach Seward, but it's a small chance. It would be exciting! We'd have to wear masks ad HAZMAT suits all over town for a while. I'm supposed to be going to some villages around the Redoubt area next month for some educational outreach programs--wouldn't that be amazing to watch the volcano explode from the air?!? Wish me luck. 

A fair amount of time has passed since my last post, and the lives of the Barenjager family have stayed fairly uneventful. We did have quite an enjoyable jaunt in the forest last weekend during some heavy snowfall. It was quite beautiful. We hiked back to Vogt lake a few miles outside of town. Tyler had his gun out the entire time porcupine hunting. No signs of porcupines, although we did see plenty of coyote tracks. We found cute little shrew tracks leading to a little shrew den, too. Fishing the lake was slightly productive--Tyler caught one rainbow trout, I didn't get any bites. We did have Tyler lassoed around his belly with a long line of rope much like a five year old overactive child. It was, of course, for his safety. He was the ice tester, so he'd go out onto the ice first and I'd stay towards the snowy shore holding the rope just incase he fell in. We were hiked about a mile and a half in, so it was a good thing the ice was about a foot thick--no chance of falling in once we knew that. We also collected some lichen (rock tripe in particular), boiled and ate it. It had really no flavor whatsoever, but neither of us had ever tried lichen before, so it was at least a new adventure. Natives, especially eskimo, apparently ate it quite a bit. 

We also took a nighttime road trip with our friends Sara and Chad to find the Northern Lights. We're not quite sure if we saw them low on the horizon, or saw some sort of orange glow from a man-made object in a place where there should not have been a man made object. Hopefully, before the winter's over, we'll have another chance to try. We went about 13 miles outside of town on a clear night with no moon. The stars were gorgeous. I was suprised how much the snow glowed just from the starlight. Low on the horizon, between two low mountaintops, was a distinct orange glow, much like you would get from a distant city. However, the closest city was about 130 miles away, so it couldn't have been the city. We like to assume the glow actually was space plasma hitting the earth's atmosphere, giving us the duller version of the Northern Lights. Our goal is to make it farther north on a vacation next winter to enjoy them more properly. We're a little too far south in Seward. 

The sun is coming back to us more and more--Thank you solstice! I can feel spring on its way. I think soon I'll be able to actually FEEL the sun again! During the winter, the sun is so low on the horizon that it provides light, but you can't feel any warmth from it. It hits your eyes at this funny low angle, too, that can make objects prism sometimes. It's quite interesting. 

Our Barenjager Update is now complete. Have a pleasant week! And we'd be more than excited to get an email update from anybody, letting us know how our friends and family are doing! We do miss home from time to time :o). 

steinmetzer@live.com 

Fishin with a Mission

We went ice fishing once again! We took a friend of mine, Gwen who I get to work with in the Avian department, and her most amazing dog Rory on a trek through the woods and drilled a few holes to fish. This is a picture of Tyler with the auger, drilling the first hole. 

Close up of the drilling! The ice was about a foot thick that he was drilling through. It's quite a bit of work, so Tyler was Mr. Man and drilled holes for all of us. I believe it put a few unneeded chairs on his chest.  Fish on! Tyler and his little ice fishing pole bringing up a tastey lunch! And here's lunch! A beautiful rainbow trout. I think it might be the prettiest fish to come out of a lake, the tastiest too.  And this is Rory in her fleece sweater Gwen made especially for her. I never knew a dog could look so svelt in fiber.  The lake was in a very pretty location with mountains and spruce trees all over the place. The wind wasn't even blowing while we were out there, which is a rare thing indeed! It was a beautiful day in the woods, and quite the smashing time around Seward.