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View from farm in Shenandoah Valley, VA
A few weeks ago, I had the chance to trek out with two great ladies, Samantha and Ellen,* to the Shenandoah Valley. Between the road trip conversation about work as Hill staffers and pop culture idols like Katy Perry, we also mused about what makes someone a country mouse or a city mouse - and which one we felt we were. You’ve read the book, right? Well, as D.C. city dwellers we are inclined to feel vibrant and alive by all the happenings in our city. The excitement, we say, the energy, the commotion, the people, the news, the events, the hustle and bustle are exhilarating. But then we enter the country terrain.  The calm, the beauty, the rolling hills, slow pace, the sense of community, — hey, maybe this is something we could get used too. Or are there chapters in our lives of each? Which chapter is which? Do you have kids as a country mouse or a city mouse? What kind of country mouse are we talking about? The harvest-our-own-corn-and-make-our-own-cheese country mouse? Or the ranch-style-home-on-five-acres -with-a-gardener,-hybrid-car-and-15-minute-drive-to-the-grocery-store country mouse? Or maybe we will be wildly success and have both? But then will we be working too hard to enjoy it? Maybe we should marry into the country home. How cliché! We are empowered women; no need for men. And so it went.

It is fun to be in a place in your life with so much room for daydreaming. I guess that makes me a real Salad Days type of girl. Regardless of which camp we fell into, it was incredibly refreshing to be able to feel not only as if we where witnesses of nature’s beauty and autumn transformation, but also feel connected to it. The day included lots of fresh vegetables. We picked mystery greens which turned out to be white radishes, bok choy and swiss chard. We picked pumpkins, apples, and braved the corn maze (maize maze). The real gem of the afternoon was being directed to head up to another hill where the summer vegetables had been abandoned.  We made out like bandits with tomatoes, eggplant, okra and snap peas.
                                                                                                                                  *Names have been changes to protect the innocent.

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A variety of squash - one of which is now sitting at my desk at work
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Harvested Apples
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A sample of the summer vegetables we harvested
The following recipe was one of the many creations I made the following week from our harvest. Unfortunately, I took a photo of the dish with my phone and haven't uploaded it. Photo to come. 

Recipe: Eggplant Parmesan
Ingredients
3 medium eggplants
A 12 once can of tomato sauce
6 pieces of mozzarella string cheese (because it is cheaper than a block of mozzarella)
2 tablespoons of parmesan cheese
8 ounces of frozen spinach, defrosted and drained
Leftover French fried onion rings (optional)

This is a simple recipe for eggplant parmesan that is ultimately more a testament to what I had in the fridge as opposed to a gourmet concoction. That said, it was delicious. Preheat oven to 400 degrees. Cut the eggplant into ½ inch slices (skin and all). Salt them and let sit for a bit. Rinse the salt off. Sautee the eggplant for 5 to 10 minutes to soften. (I’m not sure this is necessary, but I did it anyway.) Place a thin layer of tomato sauce on the bottom of a 8X10  pan so that it doesn’t stick. Place a layer of eggplant to cover the bottom of the dish. Sprinkle with spinach. Tear up two pieces of string cheese and layer on the eggplant and spinach. Repeat 2 or 3 times – sauce, eggplant, spinach, cheese – until you are out of ingredients. Cover the top layer with more sauce and cheese. Sprinkle the parmesan on top.  Cover the dish so it doesn’t dry out. Place in oven for 25 minutes. In last 5 minutes, take off cover and add French fried onion rings. This gives it a crispy delicious finish.
                                                                         Give it a try and let me know what you think!
 
This is a story about one of those harrowing experience that you voluntarily signed up for. And you think, “How the heck did I get myself into this?” But I did.

I recently moved from a quiet family neighborhood near my work (read: lots of strollers, runners, yogurt eaters) to the hip gentrified neighborhood much further away (read: cop cars, vegan bakeries, free broken furniture on the sidewalks). I had biked to work daily from my former residence. Total commute time: 5 minutes.  I had gotten to know the capitol police officers at the bike garage and after moving, I missed chatting with them everyday. I missed the wind in my hair, the exercise, and the sustainability of my commute. Or so I thought.

Tuesday morning I got up bright and early, ate breakfast with one of the five roommates in my grouphouse, and was going to take the metro to work, as usual. However, I had time to spare and was feeling inspired by the crisp fall air. On an impulse, I grabbed my bike, threw on my helmet and took off for work. I quickly check my cellphone as I left the driveway to time the trip. 

Departure time: 8:43 AM.

The primary reason I hadn’t biked before from my new digs is that I live at the crest of a steep hill. Although the morning journey would be alright, I didn’t think I could muster the return trip up the hill at the end of the day.  Little did I know that going down the steep hill would  have its downside as well. The handle bars were shaking, my arms were jiggling, and if I had dared open my mouth, I would have erupted with a yodeler vibrato from the bumpy terrain. I tapped on the brakes gingerly and attempted to avoid as many pebbles as possible, lest I go flying – orange floral tote bag, eggplant parmesan, and all.  But by the bottom of the hill I had found my groove. I was in a bike lane and joined a flock of bicyclists with their saddle bags. We would land at the stoplights, edge out in the crosswalk together, and then take off as soon as the other direction turned red. I felt safe and hip – like part of a visible pack of trendy environmentalists. 

It was lively too. In one intersection, a daring biker didn’t heed the stoplight and jetted between cars to continue down the road. As he did soon, a booming voice erupted in the air from an invisible loudspeaker “Hey, that red light means you too, buddy!”  I looked around quickly, eyes wide. One of my new biking amigos turned to me and pointed out the undercover cop car parked at the corner. Boy – was I in business. I was making friends, getting my eyes full, enjoying the fresh air and getting some much needed exercise. I had the wind was in my hair and was looking forward to seeing my capitol police buddies. My Tuesday morning was off to a good start.

Then, things started to change. My new bicyclist comrades began to part ways. They peeled off at P St M St, and K St to go to their nonprofits, law firms, and other places where young professionals spend their 9-5s. And soon, I was all alone. The bike lane disappeared. It was me and honking taxis, tractors doing construction, and car commuters swerving. There was no bike herd and there was little heed to bike protocol. I suddenly felt sweaty and stressed. I was only halfway there. “How long have I been biking?” I wondered, but didn’t dare fish around for my phone. Eyes on the road and hands on the handlebars. Long story short, my positive morning ended in a grumpy sweaty arrival to the bike garage. I was too out of breath to make small talk with my friends when I arrived, and too disheveled to feel good about myself.  I had done it, but wasn’t likely to do it anytime soon. 

Arrival time: 9:06AM.    Total trip time: 23 minutes.

But that said – I love my bike. I enjoy riding to the park on the weekends, the grocery store in the evenings, and to a houseparty on a Friday night. I just may stick with my trendy metro riding friends and my free metro newspaper in the mornings for the next few weeks. And wait to find another harrowing experience to voluntarily jump into.  

 
Here we are.  At another crossroads. Or, I am anyways. And I welcome you to join me as the next chapter of my life. Some of you have shared in my experiences across Latin America, Europe and home in sunny Santa Barbara, California. The past year I have been delving deep into the world of green - and emerged spouting terminology and ideas I had never known existed 11 months ago.  I welcome you back into my story, as we take a turn into GreenLand.

While studying my MPA in Environmental Science and Policy at Columbia University, concepts that were once foriegn like solar thermal, energy efficiency, carbon sequestration, climate change, water resources management, and food security have become a part of my daily jargon.  I have also had a year to master the web of subways, dabble in the delicious food of street vendors, hear more languages spoken on the sidewalk than ever before, and experience the refuge Central Park can provide as an escape from the ultimate urban jungle - New York City. 

I welcome you now to continue with me in my  exploration. This time, rather than exploring volcanoes and glaciers in the physical sense, I am eager to expand on what these natural resources mean to us here in our daily lives and attempt  to apply my newfound knowledge to our own daily lives. Turns out - the impact is extraordinary.

I would love to hear from you with ideas, thoughts or plain ole confabulations: 

A.Tianna Scozzaro
[email protected]

 

The story begins with communications. I was inspired to begin this site after the encouragement of peers and advisers. New Media is a fundamental component of the twenty-first century, and thus a piece of my/our generation. We need to look no further than the revolutionary presidential campaign of Barack Obama to see the impact of the internet on our world. And it is a field I am interested in exploring - hands on.

I first dipped my toe in the waters of these bedazzled blogs as a means of communicating with friends and family while abroad. Once I returned to the US, just a blessed cell phone call away, I returned the standard practice of calling, texting and the occassional photo text. There is an entire world of gadgets and techoology out there to be explored. This include the blackberry or iphone; getting my Twitter on while riding the subway or in the grocery store.

First things first, however - set up a blog. I hope this to be as engaging and interactive as possible,  a venue for thoughts and ideas. Let's see where this Web 2.0 leads us.