CRANBERRIED RED CABBAGE

2 Tbsp finely chopped onion

2 Tbsp butter/margarine

6 cups shredded red cabbage

1 tsp salt

½ cup water

2 cups fresh cranberries

½ cup brown sugar

3 Tbsp red wine vinegar

Sauté onion in butter until tender; add cabbage, salt and ¼ cup water. Simmer for 5 minutes or until cranberries are tender. Add brown sugar and vinegar. Heat thoroughly. Yield: 4 servings.

(Mrs. Meredith Meloy, Columbia, SC © Southern Living 1968)

Gluten-free and Vegetarian/Vegan Recipes

To meet my needs of being “gluten-free”, there are no ingredients that have wheat in them. Since one out of one-hundred people now have problems with the way the United States processes their foods, there are plenty of brands which are marked GF Gluten-free. However, read all the way around the label and determine if there might be traces of wheat or if the product was processed in a plant or on machinery that also handles wheat. (These statements are usually NOT found near the list of ingredients.) If this is the case and you are gluten-sensitive or have a wheat-toxicity, don’t use it!

I also deleted recipes which called for hidden gluten – like shrimp, frozen mangoes and parsnips.

Vegetarian foods allow the use of milk, honey, eggs, and other non-kill animal products; vegans do not. I have endeavored to post only recipes with vegan-appropriate ingredients. If I really liked something, though, that was vegetarian rather than vegan, I will note it.

Whenever possible, use non-GMO products (non-genetically modified).  If you think gmo’s are ok for you, you haven’t read any science fiction books, let alone Charles Darwin.

These recipes are not an attempt to substitute wheat or animal ingredients with something else. These recipes are “naturally” or originally gluten-free and vegetarian/vegan.

Excerpt from Laughing Humans Chapter Two

Hunter Rogue

 

            They spent a week observing each other.

            Alarms sounded as Pansler and Towers were eating with the colonists.  The colonists headed for the trees and climbed as far up as possible.  Pansler and Towers ran with Arton toward the communication viewer at the gate.

            "Some animal's got itself caught in the barrier."  A guard spoke to Arton.  "Procedure says to flush the system, but my supervisor says to check everything through you now," a definite pause, "Sir."

            "Meet us at the barrier.  Wait for my orders."

            The barrier was an electronic tunnel separating two radically different biostations.  As the doctors neared it, they found a rope leaning against the barrier, obviously thrown over the top and onto the other side, where it was tied to the branch of a cactus.  But somehow, the rope was slipping, dumping slowly into the barrier a muscular figure.  Her arms were full.  She couldn't grab and pull the rope.

            "It's Hunter Rogue!"  Dr. Arton exclaimed.  "She's used leaves as a basket.  And her basket is full of fish!"

            The guard commented, "The next biostation is a desert.  Where the hell did it get the fish?"

            "Let's worry about getting her out of there first."   Towers suggested.

            The guard just stared at her.

            "Guard, did you hear Dr. Towers?  Find a way to get the -- colonist out of there."  Pansler was out of breath.

            "Great Bitugas -- talking humans!"

            "Guard!"  Arton growled.

            "Yes, sir?"  He snapped to attention, but still kept one eye on Towers.

            They hauled on the rope while the guard shut off the electricity.  Hunter Rogue went into convulsions as her body relaxed from the near deadly voltage.

            She heard the New Females talk.  The god talks.  The Second New answers him.

            And does not die!

            The First New speaks to her.  Hunter reaches up, touches the female's lips to feel them move. The female speaks, and yet the gods do not kill her.

            "She doesn't make a sound!  She's in agony and doesn't cry out."  Towers held Hunter in her arms.  Hunter brushed her fingers across Towers' lips.  "What kind of taboo would give her that much will power?"

            "Katargans believe one only speaks to praise God."

            "Katargans?"  Arton felt Hunter's pulse.

            "It's a long story, Munsi.  Let's get Hunter to our ship's sick bay."

            "What about her fish?"  the guard asked as they walked away.

 

            The smell woke her up.  It was wrong.  It was like winter -- cold and odorless.  But this was not winter.  She swam in the lake yesterday.

            Memories slowly bounced across her mind:  the fire tunnel, fish, much fish, slippery fingers.  The fire tunnel snatched her wet feet.  The New Females spoke to the gods.

            She touched her own lips and sighed.  The god had heard her singing to the Sphardiclarkin.  He had caught her in his fire tunnel because she sang, and singing was much more like speaking than laughing.  And now she was dead.

            She sniffed the air again and opened her eyes.

            Gray.  Clouds were gray.  She was in the clouds.  That made sense.

            She sat up.  Her body hurt.  Her feet tingled; the hair was gone from her legs.  She nodded knowingly.  You must give up something to go to heaven.  She had given up her hair.

            Still forms snorted in the grayness.

            Other dead animals?  She hadn't thought about that.  She didn't like dead things.  They smelled.

            Maybe she would smell, too.

            She sniffed again.  A change in the wind.  It made her head swim.  She lay back down and succumbed to the anesthetic.

 

            Uri Pansler typed into the computer:

 

            Day five.  We've played subliminal linguistic tapes while the colonists sleep.  We sit with them every chance we can.

            The colonists are not adapting well to their new environment.  Most have refused to eat.  Four Fingers has mated repeatedly with Climber; the poor man is exhausted.  Puffy nurses constantly.  Some of the older colonists seem catatonic.

            This move on board has been much more traumatic than we anticipated.

            Dr. Arton suggests we keep them sedated until we bridge the communication gap between us, but our time is limited.  In five and a half months, we must arrive with repatriated Katargans, not sedated aborigines.

            As Dr. Arton had surmised, the female Hunter Rogue has adapted better than the others.  However, she paces the confines of the room constantly.  She's discovered the cameras and broken two of them.  Dr. Arton cited incidents of similar previous behavior.

            We must begin with attempts at verbal communication.

            Dr. Towers and I have decided to use basic behavior modification using food.

End of report.

 

            Pansler held up a shiny green disk.  He licked it and laughed.  He put it in his mouth, took it out and laughed, put it in again and chewed slowly.

            Towers picked up a yellow disk.  She repeated Uri's procedure, but as she laughed, she said the word "food" softly, as part of the laugh.

            Startled, the colonists paid closer attention.

            Pansler's laughed "food" was more pronounced.

            Bigfeet growled.

            Uri and Vivian looked at each other.

            Hunter stopped pacing.

            Vivian picked around the pile of colored dehydrated disks of food.  She picked an orange one up, laughed the word "food" and placed it between Pansler's lips.  He laughed "food."

            A deep-throated growl preceded Bigfeet.  The huge female leaped onto the pile of food disks, glaring at the pair.  She flung chips over each shoulder, growling.  The pair could not seem to move.

            Then Hunter sprang between the doctors and the fierce leader of the troop.  She had her back to the doctors, protecting them.

            The troop were all on their feet, slapping their chests and thighs, arhythmically.

            Hunter slowly squatted on the pile of colors.  Her eyes never left Bigfeet's face.  Sweat sparkled on her top lip.  She took a deep breath and released her bladder.

            Hot yellow urine splashed onto the pile of food.  The colonists and doctors gasped in surprise.

            Bigfeet looked around Hunter at the doctors and curled her lip.  She turned back to her mate and sat down, facing ninety degrees away from them.  The slapping became clapping as the room rang with laughter.

            Hunter turned and leaned towards the astonished scientists.  "Food," she said in a whispered laugh.

Excerpt from

Laughing Humans

© Evelyn Rainey

Available for publication.

COOKED RED CABBAGE

1 small onion

½ apple, sliced

½ cup brown sugar

1 tsp each cloves, cinnamon and salt

Few grains of rice

¾ cups red wine or sherry

½ cup water

1 small red cabbage, shredded

Sauté chopped onion and apple in medium-sized saucepan. Add brown sugar, spices, rice, wine and cabbage. Cook slowly 45 minutes to 1 hour until cabbage is soft and tender.

(Mrs. Ben W Fisher, Dallas, TX © Southern Living 1968)

Gluten-free and Vegetarian/Vegan Recipes

To meet my needs of being “gluten-free”, there are no ingredients that have wheat in them. Since one out of one-hundred people now have problems with the way the United States processes their foods, there are plenty of brands which are marked GF Gluten-free. However, read all the way around the label and determine if there might be traces of wheat or if the product was processed in a plant or on machinery that also handles wheat. (These statements are usually NOT found near the list of ingredients.) If this is the case and you are gluten-sensitive or have a wheat-toxicity, don’t use it!

I also deleted recipes which called for hidden gluten – like shrimp, frozen mangoes and parsnips.

Vegetarian foods allow the use of milk, honey, eggs, and other non-kill animal products; vegans do not. I have endeavored to post only recipes with vegan-appropriate ingredients. If I really liked something, though, that was vegetarian rather than vegan, I will note it.

Whenever possible, use non-GMO products (non-genetically modified).  If you think gmo’s are ok for you, you haven’t read any science fiction books, let alone Charles Darwin.

These recipes are not an attempt to substitute wheat or animal ingredients with something else. These recipes are “naturally” or originally gluten-free and vegetarian/vegan.

Excerpt from Follow the Bees Chapter Two

          Colette placed her groceries on the conveyor belt, trying to tune out the emotions and auras of the people around her.  She put the heavier items first – cans, frozen veggies, then the medium weight – fresh veggies and fruits.  She put the eighteen-count brown eggs last, hoping the bag boy would appreciate her organizational skills while she wondered -- wasn’t it strange that a bag boy is acceptable role in life, but a bag lady isn’t?

          The elderly woman in front of Colette whispered to the young woman at her side, “Show time,”

          The young woman rolled her head and drew in a fierce breath.  “I bought this skirt over six years ago and every time I wear it, you tell me you need to hem it.  It is not too long.  I like it this length.  I don’t want you to hem it, and I am sick to death of you disguising your criticisms as offers to improve my life.”

          In the ensuing store-wide silence, the bag boy hesitantly asked, “Paper or plastic?”

          She glanced away from the older woman and addressed the older man bagging her groceries.  “Paper.”

Very few bag boys are teenagers, Colette tried to block out her random observation.

          “If I think you have legs that are worth showing off, who am I – I’m just your mother.”

          “I have fat legs.  They are obese.  I like long skirts.”

          The ‘bag boy’ smirked at the teen running the register; both seemed to agree that the middle-aged woman was obese and some legs are better off left hidden.

          “You know, some men like a woman with a bit of weight on her.  If you wouldn’t dress like a refugee from some gypsy camp, you might find yourself a man.”

          The bagger plunked a thin plastic bag filled to bursting with cans into their cart.  “I asked for paper,” the middle-aged woman snapped.

          “We’re out of paper.”

          “Then why did you ask me which one I preferred?”

          “We could use a man around the house.  I’m sick to death of watching you being my yard nigger.”

          “Hey!”  The cashier growled.

          “I’m so sorry.” The woman handed him cash.  “My mother was raised when that word was common.”

          Colette’s cashier rolled his eyes heavenward. 

A young man in a huge cowboy hat turned from Customer Service, flaming orange surrounded him.  An orange aura indicates energy and excitement.  But this man slouched calmly away.  For a second his and Colette’s eyes met.  A sense of déjà vu trilled through her.

          “There is nothing wrong with the word nigger.  And gay is a perfectly good word, too.”

          The daughter had the mother by the arm and crossed between Colette and the cowboy.

          “Why are they stealing all of our words?”

          A bell rang.  People looked at each other accusingly.  Whose annoying cell phone is that?  But the bell increased in pitch and volume and all the cashiers crouched down under their registers.

          The cowboy had disappeared, as had the mother-daughter pair.  A woman in Customer Service was shouting.  Colette realized she had begun shouting at the same time the alarm went off.

Excerpt from

Follow the Bees

© Evelyn Rainey

Available for publication.

BARBECUE SLAW

(Again, probably going to just let you eat this one yourself.)

1 1-pound cabbage

2 stalks celery

1 medium green pepper

1 medium onion

¾ cup hot catsup

¼ cup vinegar

2 Tbsp sugar

1 Tbsp Worcestershire sauce

1 Tbsp mustard

1 tsp salt

Dash of cayenne pepper

Grate, shop or grind cabbage, celery , green pepper and onion. Combine remaining ingredients; mix with vegetables. Chill for several hours. Yield: 1 quart.

(Mrs. May Ann Sewalt, Richardson, TX © Southern Living 1968)

Gluten-free and Vegetarian/Vegan Recipes

To meet my needs of being “gluten-free”, there are no ingredients that have wheat in them. Since one out of one-hundred people now have problems with the way the United States processes their foods, there are plenty of brands which are marked GF Gluten-free. However, read all the way around the label and determine if there might be traces of wheat or if the product was processed in a plant or on machinery that also handles wheat. (These statements are usually NOT found near the list of ingredients.) If this is the case and you are gluten-sensitive or have a wheat-toxicity, don’t use it!

I also deleted recipes which called for hidden gluten – like shrimp, frozen mangoes and parsnips.

Vegetarian foods allow the use of milk, honey, eggs, and other non-kill animal products; vegans do not. I have endeavored to post only recipes with vegan-appropriate ingredients. If I really liked something, though, that was vegetarian rather than vegan, I will note it.

Whenever possible, use non-GMO products (non-genetically modified).  If you think gmo’s are ok for you, you haven’t read any science fiction books, let alone Charles Darwin.

These recipes are not an attempt to substitute wheat or animal ingredients with something else. These recipes are “naturally” or originally gluten-free and vegetarian/vegan.

Excerpt from Close Your Eyes Chapter Two

          Bills paid, spam shredded, Beverly held the cemetery envelop in her hands.  Jolene had planned to take Teddy to lunch after the hairdressers, so Bev had about one more hour.  She sliced the letter open and peeled out the thick paper.

          Dear Ms. Theodora Knightly,

          This letter is to inform you that the management of Beulah Pines Cemetery has changed from the City of Beulah Pines to that of Haberno, Ltd, but rest assured your loved ones’ places of internment will continue to be cared for.

          According to our records, you hold the title to a four plot section:  Chrysanthemum Lane, Matthew Row, numbered 17, 18, 19, and 20.  Plots 19 and 20 are still empty.  Plot 17 holds the remains of your late husband Corporal Hugh Knightly born June 2, 1936, died Oct. 8, 1969.  Plot 18 holds the remains of your late daughter Beverly Knightly born Jan. 29, 1960, died March 10, 1967.

 

          The rest of the letter blurred.  Beverly blinked and tears rolled down her cheeks.  She read it again.  Plot 17 holds the remains of your late husband Corporal Hugh Knightly born . . .  Plot 18 holds the remains of your late daughter Beverly Knightly born Jan. 29, 1960, died March 10, 1967.

          Beverly was born Jan. 29, 1960.  She wasn’t dead.  Why would a tombstone in the middle of a town she’d never heard of have a date for her death when she wasn’t dead!

          ‘Your adopted mother’ Dr. Eoghan’s voice whispered down the hall.

          Beverly stood up and the desk chair clattered to the floor behind her.

          Jolene’s car pulled into the drive.  Bev panicked and shoved the letter into her purse.  She plunged her fingers into the zippered compartment that used to hide her smokes, hoping against hope that just one remained.

          She trembled and took a deep breath.  The door flung open as Beverly righted the chair.

 

          Beverly finished the last lap of her two miles well ahead of the man running on the bleachers.  Anger and fear had driven her beyond the pace she knew was best.  She waited for him at the bottom step, gasping for breath and bent over.

          “You look like you could use a doctor,” he began tentatively.  “Or a cigarette.”

          “I quit smoking,” she straightened.

          “No, people like you and me don’t quit smoking.  We just choose to not smoke for a while.  We could start up again tomorrow, or not have a cigarette for years.  Me?  It’s been seven years.”

          “You’d still smoke again after seven years?”

          “In a heartbeat.  But every step I run up and down those bleachers is a way of – I don’t know, pacifying the demon?  What about you?”

          “I quit smoking,” she assured him firmly, “four months ago.”

          “And how long have you been running?”

          Here she had to drop her eyes, “Ten years.”

          “Since your husband died.”

          Beverly opened her mouth to say something sharp, but then realized he’d just confirmed her suspicions.  “You really have done your homework on my mother and myself.”

          “That’s my job.”

          “What made you think I was not my mother’s child?”

          “When you and your mother were admitted to the hospital after the car accident, ten years ago, you both were given to Dr. Figaro as patients.  Since you admitted you’d never been to a doctor before, he had the lab run all the usual tests, including blood type.  You have type Z, your mother is type X.”

          “Maybe my father’s blood was type Z.”

          “No.  No matter what type the father had, if the mother has type x, each and every resulting child will also have type X or C.  Always.”

          Beverly stared into the space between them, unfocussed, trying to catch her breath.

          “I am very sorry to have been the one to tell you.  It was incredibly –“ he paused as she speared him with her blue eyes.  “She’s your mother, no matter what eggs and sperm started your life.”

          Beverly sat down and smirked, “You know, you might tell those medical universities that the general public just isn’t that stupid and they need to change their ‘heartfelt platitudes.’”

          “You know,” he sat beside her. “”You have a very wry sense of humor that could almost be described as vicious.”

          Her lips fought the urge to grin as she met his gaze.  He didn’t resist and bestowed a magnificent grin on her.

          “I want you to be my doctor.”

          He blinked.  “Are you feeling ill?”

          “I’m fine.  Really.  I don’t want you as my doctor for medical reasons.  I need a confidant.  You’re not allowed to divulge patient-doctor information, right?”

          “As long as there is no danger of injury to yourself or others.”

          “Present or future tense?  Not that I know of.”

          “Past tense?”

          Beverly gulped and tried to calm her racing heart.  “Will you be my doctor?”

          He nodded.

          “I’ve never had a doctor before.  Not even when I was married.  As a child, my mother refused to take me to a doctor – she said it was for religious reasons, and other than getting immunizations at the local clinic, that was it.  No major illnesses, breaks, surgeries, nothing until the car accident.”  Her eyes filled with long-borne grief.  “And none since then.”

          “But your mother uses a doctor now.”

          Beverly rocked forward and back, fighting tears.

          “What is it, Beverly?  You look terrified.  Let me help.”

          She nodded. “I was going through my mother’s mail, paying her overdue bills.  I found a letter from a cemetery in Beaulah Pines,” she said.

“Beaulah Pines?” he seemed startled.

“Yes, you know it?”

He shrugged.  “Sorry for the interruption.  Continue.”

“Keeping me away from doctors had nothing to do with religion.  She didn’t want anyone to know that I’m not Beverly Knightly.  Maybe a doctor would have a way to track something like that.  Ways that lost children can be identified.  Ways that fake birth certificates can be challenged.”

          Eoghan tilted his head.  “I don’t understand.  How did the letter from a cemetery tell you about not being who you thought you were?”

Excerpt from

Close Your Eyes

© Evelyn Rainey

Available for publication.

BARBECUE CABBAGE

(note: I’m not going to try this myself. I like cabbage. I like and can eat barbecue sauce. But venture on without me! Enjoy!)

1 medium cabbage, chopped

2 Tbsp butter/margarine

4 Tbsp barbecue sauce

Cook cabbage in butter until partially done. Add barbecue sauce; simmer until tender. Yield: 8-10 servings.

(Thelma Sischo, Pelham, GA © Southern Living 1968)

Gluten-free and Vegetarian/Vegan Recipes

To meet my needs of being “gluten-free”, there are no ingredients that have wheat in them. Since one out of one-hundred people now have problems with the way the United States processes their foods, there are plenty of brands which are marked GF Gluten-free. However, read all the way around the label and determine if there might be traces of wheat or if the product was processed in a plant or on machinery that also handles wheat. (These statements are usually NOT found near the list of ingredients.) If this is the case and you are gluten-sensitive or have a wheat-toxicity, don’t use it!

I also deleted recipes which called for hidden gluten – like shrimp, frozen mangoes and parsnips.

Vegetarian foods allow the use of milk, honey, eggs, and other non-kill animal products; vegans do not. I have endeavored to post only recipes with vegan-appropriate ingredients. If I really liked something, though, that was vegetarian rather than vegan, I will note it.

Whenever possible, use non-GMO products (non-genetically modified).  If you think gmo’s are ok for you, you haven’t read any science fiction books, let alone Charles Darwin.

These recipes are not an attempt to substitute wheat or animal ingredients with something else. These recipes are “naturally” or originally gluten-free and vegetarian/vegan.