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I keep feeling that I’ve hit the end of the line. It gets to a point when you just have no more resources within yourself left to draw on. So many jobs that he’s perfect for, so many interviews that have been nailed. So many weeks checking email and messages waiting for that offer to come and the anticipation that you swore you wouldn’t give in to after so many rejections, only to have it all dashed again. So much time wasted. Hours and hours of work that go into the résumé, the cover letter, the thank-you notes, the phone interviews, the commute into the interview, the gas and train fare, the dry cleaning bills, the networking, the printer ink… and with one terse email, it’s all been for nothing and you dont have anything else to move on to. And they don’t give you an explanation or feedback or anything, and they don’t owe you, and they even now are in a position of power over you so you can’t ask for even that one little thing; where did it go wrong? How do we start this whole process all over again?
And now we are coming into the holiday season, and we know that there is no way he is going to be working before Christmas, and companies are on hold essentially until the New Year, and every résumé you send out is even more likely to languish in some HR hell hole. But my kids are starting to notice that something is dreadfully wrong with mama and dada, and I don’t know what to tell them anymore.
It’s torture. It’s torture. I’m not overstating this. My adrenal glands are frazzled. This is torture.
I just don’t feel like blogging. I keep hearing Obama’s speeches telling us to just wait, and Ron Paul supporters wanting uninsured people to die. I keep seeing executions and Pakistan and it’s hard to have much hope. The whole family seems in a funk. We are in a holding pattern and all starting to get noodgy. The weather has been hot and humid and we are waiting for fall. We are waiting for our car to give its dying gasp. Waiting for someone to call and just offer a damn job. Waiting and waiting to see which fork in the road we are going to take. Will I be waiting tables at night? Will we be on food stamps? Will we ever be able to sell this house? Move to Vermont? Buy new jeans? Will we be able to pay someone to fix all our broken shit? Or renovate the third floor so the kids don’t have to share a room into their 20’s? Just trying to hold on, but the consistently high cortisol levels are taking their toll. Four more weeks until we are cut off our unemployment insurance.
In the meantime.
I’m in squirrel mode. I was so resistant to getting the freezer in the basement. J talked me into it and I will begrudgingly concede that I like it. We got a 13 cubic foot Energy Star model like this one and filled it fairly quickly. We have had it for five years now, but never really depended on it. It just sort of expanded our storage space is all. Now that I’m in Food Hoarding Mode, It has become a lifeline.
Someone asked me the other day why I don’t do the extreme couponing. Aside from the fact that I don’t want a full-time job that pays nothing but sixty jars of mustard and a gross of toothpaste, there are just never any coupons for anything I need, and that is because I don’t need much. I’ll be doing a post soon about how I save on toiletries for the family, and how I make my cleaning products but generally I think most people, including myself, have far too much crap and don’t need more. For now though, I’m cleaning out my freezers and stockpiling food as I make room for more.
There are certainly not coupons for half a cow, but I can still get healthy, high-quality, ethical food for a good price with a little legwork. It is definitely worth my time to drive far with my coolers in tow and get a large measure of food. My freezer gives me that freedom. Right now I’m cleaning out the old stuff to make room for new so we can go into this depression with at least a bunch of meat and veggies. Preferably in the form of half a cow.
I was able to make dinner tonight for the kids and for J and I with just the freezer and pantry items. Per usual, I made tons- as much as I had time and ingredients for. I left enough out for tonight’s dinner and lunch later in the week then repackaged it all into stackable pint containers to freeze again. I estimated that the entire meal cost $5.00 for four people plus leftovers. That’s not per person. What allowed me to do that was the squirreling away of about six pounds of roasted winter squash purée from last year. My father-in-law came to acquire something just shy of a Shit Ton of unidentifiable vegetable of the winter squash variety and couldn’t manage to eat it all himself, so he trucked it down from Vermont and we shared in the bounty until we were sick of eating it. I roasted, puree and froze the rest in one pound bricks.
I also discovered a pound of apple cider caramelized onions from two years ago deep in the recesses of the freezer and a light bulb went off in my thinking parts. I whipped up two batches of soup; one with apples and onions and maple syrup for the kids, and one with chipotle mecco powder for the grown ups. I made about two quarts of each soup, using up the last of my amazing chicken foot stock. I also discovered two pounds of ground dark meat turkey from a local farm in there, and thought some mini-meatballs might be nice in the soup. The recipe I used required some futzing to make it Paleo, but they actually turned out to be just the best meatballs I have ever had. And I hate turkey meatballs.
I wish there was some way to calculate how much money that freezer has saved us. I am confident saying that its had the best return on investment of anything in our house aside from maybe the spray foam insulation in the basement. Anyhoo, here are the recipes I invented today. I’m very happy with the cost breakdown and the flavor of everything. Please not that all measurements are approximate. My cooking style is more like “cross fingers and throw shit in a pot”. Those bitches, the Fates, decided to throw me a bone and make something work out in my favor for a change.
Sweet Apple and/or Chipotle Winter Squash Soup
2# winter squash, roasted and pureed
3c chicken stock (bonus for chicken foot stock!)
1c cider caramelized onions (or, just sliced yellow onion)
2 cloves garlic
2 apples, chopped (I leave skin on, but you can peel or use unsweetened applesauce)
salt, pepper, maple syrup (optional)
butter or ghee
Roast squash in your preferred way (I cut in half, cut side down in roasting pan with about 1″ water, roast at 400 or so for about 45 minutes or until soft). Purée in food processor or with immersion blender.
Sauté onions until translucent and starting to brown (or just add caramelized onions), add minced garlic and sauté just until fragrant. Add chopped apples and season with salt. Cook just until apples are starting to get soft. Add stock and bring just to a simmer on low heat, stirring frequently. Remove from heat and purée with an immersion blender, or in batches in your food processor. Return to heat and bring back to a low simmer. Season with salt, pepper and maple syrup.
To make it spicy, omit the apples and add a half a can of chopped chiles in adobo ( to taste), rehydrated chipotle mecco chiles or chipotle powder. Serve with crème fresh.
Paleo Turkey Meatballs
2# ground dark meat turkey
2/3c almond meal
1 small yellow onion, minced
4 cloves garlic, minced
1/2c freshly shredded Parmesan cheese (optional, if you don’t do dairy)
1/4c paprika paste (or, tomato paste but the paprika paste is really incredible)
1/2c flat leaf parsley, minced
1 T olive oil or other cooking fat of choice
salt and pepper to taste
Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Mix all ingredients together with hands just until blended. Don’t over mix. Heat fat in heavy bottomed dutch oven or skillet. Roll into medium-sized balls, about two inches in diameter. Place in frying pan just until browned, flipping gently once. Put the browned meatballs on a baking sheet into a 350 degree oven for about 15 minutes or until cooked through.
I don’t really want to say anything to the Universe that might give Her a trail that She could potentially follow back to me. Sometimes She has it out for me and my family. I imagine her bowed over her cauldron saying, “Let’s test this bitch again!” I’ll just say that there could be good news on the horizon (aside from Elizabeth Warrens poll numbers) and we might be close to the end of this torment. At least, closest to the end than we have been in a year and a half. Now we are just in a holding pattern, waiting for the heavy cogs to move. I don’t mean to be cryptic, but I have actually started to hold my breath so if you could collectively tell the Universe that something good should come my way, I would super appreciate it. This is the four-week countdown to the end of unemployment insurance, so it’s critical mass. The alarm bells have sounded each day at a higher frequency and at a faster rate. Let’s all hold that witchy broad at bay and keep fingers crossed.
It’s hard to be optimistic for so long. It’s hard to always try to look on the bright side. It can be rather tiring after so long to be the cheerleader. A couple of weeks ago one of our cars started bucking and the engine light went on. Since we can’t afford any big repairs, we just have been driving the other car. The other car can’t pass inspection, so it has been overdue since June. Every time I drive it, I’m scanning for cops who will pull me over and give me a fat ticket and a deadline to get it done. I know that when it happens, I’ll break down crying and I just hope they dont think that I’m being a manipulative jerk. Well, tonight it gave out. It was two hours past the kids bedtime and we were at my parents house 30 miles from home. Both cars gone. Both needing major repairs. Kids crying and whining to go home and go to bed. And we are supposed to be on the road at 7:00 the following morning to get to my nieces birthday party in New Hampshire. Sometimes it feels like every straw is the last straw.
You start to look around your house and see everything falling apart around you; doors falling of hinges, all the dinner plates are cracked, drinking out of mason jars because the glasses are broken, it gets harder to find clothes in the closet that aren’t stained and ripped. The little things keep getting bigger and pile on. There seems to be no end in sight. You wonder if you’re going to be Miss Haversham, or Norma Desmond living in your rotting castle dreaming of the past. Sometimes the pressure makes your eyes burn and when you look at your kids you panic. The future seems less bright every day that goes by, and you feel yourself giving up hope. You just feel it slipping away, and looking at what a studio apartment costs per month. If it wasn’t for the kids, this would be easy. If it wasnt for the birthday parties you are invited to and can’t afford to get presents for and hope no one notices. If it wasn’t for the weddings you have to go to two thousand miles away in 11 months, 9 months, 6 months….
You wish you could afford to be depressed. You start fantasizing about staying in bed all day and sleeping it off, taking so many Benadryl that you can just sleep and sleep until something good falls in your lap. Then, the overwhelming guilt washes through you, reminding you how horrible you are for complaining while you still have a home, and your kids still have food, and youre here complaining about not having a car when there are children in refugee camps in the Congo. How dare you, you self-indulgent jerk. You go to bed, and wake up and the cheerleader face goes right back on in the morning.
I know people mean well (or, sometimes they don’t) but I’m a little tired of getting this question. It’s always during a lull in the conversation and brought up in a cheery, conversational tone that makes me think that it was deliberate. I know that someone saw “the job numbers” on the TV machine and though, “Gee, I wonder if [token unemployed person] has seen these. I’m going to ask them in a bland and non-offensive tone to communicate my empathy for their situation.” Yeah. It’s not working. I don’t look at “the job numbers”, because they can be interpreted in many ways, and because it doesn’t get us a job. We watched them in the beginning for signs of hope, but they never seemed to correlate with our experiences. So, if you want to help the Long Term Unemployed, don’t condescend to us. Just give some resources to your local food pantry, please. Speaking of food…
I try to do one food project each day. We are getting a glut of vegetables from our CSA now, and I’m working hard to keep as much of it as I can for the winter. In the past I have done a lot of boiling water bath canning, and some pressure canning, too but It’s hard for me to think of anything messier, more time-consuming, or hotter. I find myself dreading every canning project, especially after last summers 110# of tomatoes. Yes, it paid off when I ended up with a bookshelf in the basement full of quart jars with fresh tomatoes in them, and I only just ran out of them a couple of weeks ago. But man, that was a lot of messy work. I don’t want to deal with it again, so this year, I’ll be oven roasting and freezing some tomatoes, and packing others in oil. Much easier. I can get one bushel (which is about 54#) of sauce tomatoes for $20 at a local farm. I’m hoping to get two bushels processed before the end of the season.
Today I got a Groupon for $10 for $20 worth of meat from a local butcher, so I jumped on it and drove over there. For less than $50, I got a pound of duck fat, three pounds of freshly ground lamb that they cryo-vaced into individual packages for me to freeze, 2.5 pounds of lamb shanks, 3 ham hocks, and 2 pounds of chicken feet for stock. So everything went into the freezer except for one pound of the lamb that i made into some lamb meatballs with roasted eggplant sauce. Yum. We had everything on hand from our CSA or in the pantry, so it was almost a free meal. That always feels good.
J talked to his recruiter today who had a great job at a growing company with fantastic people that he would be perfect for……in Baton Rouge. I cried. I just refuse to believe that there isn’t something here that he would be great for. He is willing to commute to DC and NYC on the shuttle. He is more than willing to telecommute with some travel to a home office. We cannot afford to sell our home, uproot our family and move someplace with no job market in this economy when they could fire him in a year. It’s not fair. He has a few more resumes in, but he always does. One company who had expressed some interest in him suddenly decided to go in another direction with the job description. At least he got a reason. That’s incredibly rare these days. Usually you send your résumé through an online form, and then the computer decides whether to put you in to the next step or lock you out. If you move on to the essay portion (yes, the essay portion), then you have the opportunity to answer some questions in under 500 words about why you would be a good fit for this job. Then you hit Submit. At this point, you either send it out into the ether with no further information and just wait for a phone call, or as is more likely to happen, you get a generic message saying that you’re not right for this position at this time. Nothing has been reviewed by a human, no feedback is given, you have no one to contact, no phone number, name or interview. It’s dehumanizing and disrespectful and these online HR systems are losing out on a lot of great job candidates. It’s just humiliating. J read today in an article with tips on how to get around these systems that you shouldn’t even say “summa cum laude” on your résumé, and to change it to “high honors”, or your résumé will get screens out as porn! We are not dealing with geniuses here, but there is seemingly no way though this impenetrable HR firewall. Of porn.
Now, I’m off to watch the presidents jobs speech to congress. Fingers crossed for a miracle.