Back on the Stool – Back in the Kitchen

Anyone remember the 70s?  Lucky you.  I myself am a tad too young to have participated in a lot of the fun. But I did make my share of macramé plant hangers in elementary school.

Not living anywhere near a commune, I missed one feature of the 60’s/70’s, something referred to as the Buddha bowl.  Seemingly adopted from the begging bowls of Buddhist monks, the concept as it was Westernized is simple. It is a bowl.  A good sized bowl.  One large enough to contain a single meal. When used in the 60s and 70s, Buddha Bowls often times contained – a macrobiotic meal.

For those that don’t know about macrobiotics, it was brought to the U.S. by Michio Kushi from Japan.  It relies on the concept of balancing yin and yang and is a vegetarian diet composed primarily of brown rice, cooked vegetables, beans, sea vegetables and soy.  There is a great deal of literature about the healing powers of a macrobiotic diet; it has healed people from hyper-thyroidism to cancer.

Since many communes followed the macrobiotic way, residents used a lot of Buddha bowls.  Although I can’t substantiate this, I suspect the concept arose from the fact that bowls were easier for the commune potter to make than plates.  I know if I had been the commune potter, I certainly would have insisted everybody use bowls for every meal.

I was first introduced to the concept of Buddha bowls when I went to Kripalu last August.  In addition to the fabulous vegetarian and vegan fare, the dining hall includes a “Basics Bar”, formerly known as the Buddha bar.  At the end of the bar, were slightly oversized bowls, which people would load up with goodies from the Basics Bar or other stations in the dining hall.  That would constitute their entire meal.  What a great way to instill portion control and mindfulness into the buffet line.

As I set off on the new chapter in my life as holistic health coach and studio potter, I began to ponder if there were ways that I could integrate my two passions.  That was when I remembered Kripalu’s Basics Bar and the Buddha Bowl.  What if I made a series of bowls intended to be used in the same way as done at Kripalu and the communes of the 70s.  And to make it even better, I could add a cookbook to accompany every purchase.  Brilliant!

Now that I am back in the studio, I am exploring the right design and proportions for these bowls.  The first attempt (shown below) was 3 pounds.  Although they still need to be fired, I suspect these will be a tad too large.  This week, I will experiment with 2.5 pounds of clay.

For some artistic flare, I am experimenting with the rims.  I hope these bowls will get lots of usage and want to make sure their rims hold up.  I love rolled rims, but I haven’t been real thrilled with my past experiments of rolling the rim inside or outside.  I like both looks, just not singularly.  So I wanted to try splitting the rim and rolling it in both directions. Definitely trickier, but lot’s more fun. And a nice look that will complete a sturdy foot.

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In parallel, I am experimenting in the kitchen with exciting one-bowl concoctions. As spring approaches, one of my favorites is Quinoa Tabbouli with Avocado.

Prep Time: 15 minutes

Cooking Time: 30 minutes

Yield: serves 4

Ingredients:

  • 1 cup quinoa, thoroughly rinsed and drained in fine mesh strainer (experiment with different colored quinoa)
  • 1 cup water
  • sea salt, optional
  • minced red onion
  • chopped fresh parsley
  • chopped fresh mint
  • 1 can of garbanzo beans/chick peas, rinsed and drained
  • 1 avocado, peeled and thinly sliced

Optional ingredients:

Cubed and cooked beets, cucumbers, blanched carrots, blanched broccoli or cauliflower florets, halved cherry tomatoes, snap peas, corn kernels or any other colorful vegetable you feel is appropriate (beets will turn quinoa slightly pink). You can also add other beans.

Dressing:

  • juice of several lemons
  • extra-virgin olive oil
  • sea salt

Directions:

  • Bring rinsed and drained quinoa to a boil with water and salt.
  • Cover and reduce flame to lowest point.  Cook for 20-25 minutes until water is absorbed.
  • Spread cooked quinoa on large platter to cool.
  • Meanwhile, make lemon vinaigrette by combining lemon juice, olive oil and salt to taste (essentially, 2 parts juice to one part oil).
  • Combine all ingredients and refrigerate salad until chilled.
  • Before serving, garnish each bowl with ¼ of an avocado, thinly sliced.

Variations:

Substitute apple cider vinegar for lemon juice and add dijon mustard for added zing.

Sprinkle umeboshi plum vinegar to the dressing for a kick.

Add freshly chopped basil or dill to the salad.

Salud!

Happy to be throwing again,

Laurie

About the Author: Laurie Erdman has been making pots since 2003.  She discovered the joy of mud when seeking a stress release from her day job as an attorney.  Over the years she knew it helped ground her, but not more so than when she was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis.  It was then that she realized how pottery had taught her some powerful spiritual and life lessons. In addition to designing a line of nature-inspired pottery, she teaches pottery and meditation, and helps others learn the healing powers of clay. Laurie lives in Arlington, Virginia, makes pots at the Art League of Alexandria, fires her pots at Baltimore Clayworks, and enjoys spending time with her husband, her Italian Greyhound Skippy and helping people with chronic illness thrive.
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The Gratitude for Spring

I find myself  grateful for spring this year as it coincides with my transition from corporate constraints to self-employed freedom (a.k.a. more time for pots, hikes, helping people and everything else I love). Everything seems possible in spring. Yet change is also frightening. To avoid the fear spinning out of control, I find myself practicing lots of mindfulness. This has meant paying particular attention to the seasonal changes around me. Without the time for pottery – my usual grounding force – I am drawn to the changes that are going on around me.

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I grew up in the land of perpetual sunshine. San Diego, specifically.  While certainly a nice place to live, the consistency of the weather was never my favorite feature. I don’t know if it was a past life or all the books I read as a kid (which took place in climates with distinct seasons), but I have always loved the seasons. There are no seasons to speak of in San Diego.

Laurie Erdman potteryWhile winter can seem to drag on (even in the temperate Mid-Atlantic), I find myself -  ten years after transplanting to the East Coast – still marveling at the symphony of spring. Friday afternoon, I watched with awe, the pair of blue jays making a nest in the crook of our cherry tree. They camp in this spot every year.  Soon the mourning dove will be nesting on the kiwi.

While loading the car Saturday morning to go to the Ballston Arts and Crafts Market, I stopped what I was doing.  The birds were chirping and calling and singing, filling the air with a wonderful chorus that took my breath away. I don’t recall a similar chorus in my childhood. Were the birds not as happy in San Diego? Maybe they too were bored of the same old weather every day.Laurie Erdman Pottery

Yesterday morning, as I pulled out of my driveway, I caught a glimpse of my neighbor’s red bud beginning to bloom.  Southern California doesn’t have redbuds.  I was mesmerized at the brilliant color during my first spring here, and am still amazed that nature can produce a color like that.  The fuchsia of the red bud was a great contrast to the cherry tree half a block later whose fading petals were mostly gone, revealing the infant green leaves. I think of the fading life of day jobs and paychecks.  I wonder aloud, “will my new life as coach/studio potter be as bright and vibrant as the red bud.”

Laurie Erdman PotteryCheerful tulips, daffodils and hyacinth dotted the yards along my route.

While the temperatures don’t seem to denote spring (standing for seven hours in low 40 degree dreary weather on Saturday greeting customers, made me wonder if it really was spring), the sights and sounds certainly do.  Soon the conductor will bring in the scents. As I crawled into the car, I noticed our lilac is just beginning to burst forth. Oh. Oh. And the dogwoods are just starting to bloom.  They are my favorite.Laurie Erdman Pottery

With the return of the flowers, I also returned to the studio.  I’m not yet making, just teaching. But in the next few weeks, as that former life fades into memory like the cherry blossoms,  I look forward to the days ahead where my income is the direct result of my labor and the redbuds signal a new and bright future.

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For my regular readers, I assure you I will shortly return to our regular programing of pots and more pots. But as you know, I love to wax poetic and get philosophical on occasion. This creative bug has been sparked by a recent trip to Kripalu for a writing workshop with Nancy Slonim Aronie. I hope you will stay tuned as I stretch this other side of my creative self.

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Salty Sunday #20

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Winter Redux

I knew the forecast was for snow, but I didn’t really believe it.  It was almost April.  But when I awoke Sunday morning and sat up in bed, I saw the roof of our neighbor’s garage. It was white, when it’s normally brown.  I felt so bad for the flowers – being teased into bloom and now covered in snow.  Our cherry tree, just getting into bloom, started dropping whole blooms by the afternoon. Very sad.

Before all the snow melted, I was able to run outside and get some great shots of the flowers bending under snow.  Such a great contrast to last week’s post. This snow was the oddest looking snow I have ever seen.  Lots of little pebble like specks surrounded by fluffiness. Beautiful

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Sad Daffodils

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A tulip icccy

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Bow your heads to winter girls.

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Snowy cherry blossoms

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The color purple

 

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First Signs of Spring 2011

I was all ready. Lorna Meaden was coming to town and I was getting to spend the whole weekend watching her make her amazing pots.

But then the call came on Friday.  She was sick.  She wasn’t coming.  Oh darn. What to do with my weekend. Well, I didn’t have too much trouble filling the time, and it was a perfect excuse to get outside and catch some signs of spring.

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First Tulip

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Large Crocus

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The first spring walk

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Blossoms

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