Bev Olsen, 64, long time program director of KJNP (King Jesus North Pole) radio died in Buffalo, New York on Saturday from complications of several medical conditions, including metastasized lung cancer. Click here for memorial information.
Archives for March 2007
I’ve been terribly fond of sandwiches of all shapes and sizes ever since I can remember. Tuna on toasted whole wheat with lettuce and tomato tops my list of all time favorites, followed closely by the classic pb & j, with blackberry jam, if you please. A nice BLT or turkey club is a good lunch choice, and if there’s leftover meatloaf in the house, you can bet the Carefree spouse and I will be having a hearty slice or two on a hamburger bun for a quick and easy dinner.
I probably don’t have to tell you that grilled cheese and tomato soup go perfectly together. Or that thinly sliced ham and Swiss cheese on rye bread with a dollop of mustard is pretty tasty with a cup of split pea soup. Sandwiches fit the bill for so many occasions; it’s hard to know where to stop. I seriously think I could have sandwiches three times a day and never get bored!
To view the entire article for sandwich plan, please click here. An index is included on this page, so you can browse through all the Carefree Gourmet recipes from past months.
David Allen Boadwine passed away unexpectedly on Sunday March 11 at his home with his family at his side.Dave was born October 7, 1959 in Vancouver, Washington to Larry and Ethel Boadwine. He was later blessed with a sister, Renee, whom he loved dearly. He lived in Washington until he joined the Army at 17 and was stationed at Gerstle River, Alaska. David quickly fell in love with both Alaska and Barbara, his wife of 26 years. They were married when Dave was 20 and Barb 16.
In 1981 Dave found his greatest passion and with his wife at his side began building their log home where they would later bring their son Gregory Allen Boadwine and daughter Danielle Nicole Boadwine home to grow up.Dave truly loved everything Alaskan freedom had to offer. He was a avid boater, hunter, and snow machine enthusiast. In true Alaskan style his log home is “still in the works”. He always said his best memory was giving his little girl away in marriage and being her “gentlemen of honor” in his front yard.
Dave was a master of so many skills and had been a mechanic, heavy equipment operator, log home “builder”, even breaker of wild horses. He could fix anything he set his hands on or his mind to. He was employed with the City of Delta Junction as Public Works Director.
David was proceeded in death by his father Larry Boadwine. He is survived by his wife Barbara Boadwine, son Greg Boadwine, daughter and son in law Danielle and Dave McCombs all of Delta Junction and grandson Trevor Boadwine of Washington. Also his beloved mother Ethel Johnson, sister and brother in law Renee and Bob Brusseau and niece Kelsey Brusseau of Washington. Mother and father in law Chuck and Sallie Vaughn, sisters and brothers in law Sharon and Gary Lewis, John and Heidi Vaughn and nephews Jonathan Larrabee and Chet Vaughn all of California.
Services will be held at the Delta Community Center Saturday, March 17 at 1 pm. He did always love St. Patrick’s Day.
A celebration of life will be held at the Moose Lodge following the services. The family would like to thank everyone for their love and support.
A memorial account has been set up at the local Wells Fargo branch to help with funeral expenses.
Thank you to our readers. Thank you for the women who have called in asking about Joyce and her column. You are missed Joyce and we are glad to have you back again. Thank you for being a part of the Delta News Web.
Carefree 101 Cooking Terms… Welcome to 2007! It’s time for resolutions and I’m ashamed to admit I’ve already broken one of my top four promises to myself. (Someday, in a far off land where time is on my side, I really will get the CG to the editor early.) The other three resolutions are the same as they’ve always been: Be slow to judge, be quick to forgive, and practice, practice, practice being patient. Dang, that last one is always SUCH a pain!
There’s been a lot of eating and cooking and kitchen activity in the past couple of weeks, so I thought you might be a bit tired thinking about what to make and eat and then clean up after yet again. So instead of recipes, let’s look at some cooking basics, and give the leftovers a chance to clear out of the fridge for a couple weeks. To read the rest of this column click here
Homestead Hearth.. How does a dream begin? According to local baker Rebekah Holbrook, it all started at the breakfast table on April 14, 1995. “I remember it perfectly,” she said. “My dad said, “I’ve been thinking….” and the dream of having a brick oven bakery business was born.
The dad in question, Joel Holbrook, remembers it this way. His own father was visiting from Michigan and told the Alaska branch of his family stories of a wood fired brick oven that produced wonderful sourdough bread. “That seemed like a good idea to me” says Joel, and he started researching ovens, bread and all the details that go along with starting a home based business. To read the rest of this column click here
Carefree Wacky Ingredients…Welcome to the wacky ingredient file – also known as “Cool Stuff I Stole from Other People.” It’s a sad fact that sooner or later, I will pester you for a recipe, no matter who you are or how we met. Are you changing a tire at twenty below? Let’s talk soup! Chasing your overtired kids around the store at 5:30 on a Saturday? Tell me your favorite cake recipe right now! Once, after tasting a potato dish that was so good it knocked me sideways, I hauled out a pen and notebook then and there to scribble down the recipe.
Did I mention this was during a formal wedding reception, complete with tiny baby orchids, tuxes and a full orchestra? Clearly, I have recipe issues and the only way to deal with it is to of course, find even more to share with you. Thank goodness I still have friends in Delta I can steal ideas from on a regular basis. To read the rest of this column click here
I peered dubiously into the depths of the Styrofoam cup clenched in my 14-year-old hand. Experimentally I dabbed at the contents with my flimsy plastic spoon. I could identify a thin broth with globules of grease skating on the surface, a few grains of white rice, and some shreds of meat. But what was this other stuff? Some of it looked like wide, small diameter rubber bands. There was also a quantity of an amorphous, porous gel-like substance. At my elbow somebody was talking. Nearly hypnotized with morbid fascination as I was, it was difficult to tear my gaze away from the Styrofoam cup, but when I managed to do so, I beheld Moose Hole elder, Jacob Thaddeus grinning at me. The beating of drums and Athabascan singing that accompanied the current dance made it difficult to hear what he was saying. I leaned closer.
“Moose nose stew.” He jabbed a finger at my Styrofoam cup. “Eeee, so good! My daughter, he cook for potlatch. Make you strong!”
He was right. It did make me strong. Just hearing the stuff identified was already having that effect on me. I felt my abdomen muscles tighten. I found myself clenching my teeth together with a strength I did not know I possessed, as I held back an undeniably strong impulse to gag.
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For your own safety, please sit down before you read any further. I am about to break the story of the century! I look forward to humbly accepting the Pulitzer Prize, for uncovering a tale of tyranny and bureaucratic corruption that will make your blood run cold. Are you ready? Here it is: wood stoves in the Fairbanks North Star Borough are about to be outlawed! That’s right. I was first tipped off to this situation by my neighbor’s best friend’s uncle’s cousin’s girlfriend’s ex-aerobics instructor who overheard a sinister conversation as he was regaining consciousness after passing out drunk under a table in a Fairbanks bar.
As the alcohol oozed slowly from his brain, he became aware of the fact that he was staring at two pairs of polished wingtip shoes. That immediately struck him as suspicious, because anybody who wears wingtips in Fairbanks in December is a salesman, a preacher or a Fed. He kept quiet and strained to listen. Sure enough, he could make out the words that the owners of the wingtips murmured over a couple of fuzzy navels, unaware of my source lying in a pool of vomit at their feet. Gradually, my source was able to piece together the sordid facts that some outfit called the In-vitro Mental Perdition Agency is accusing Fairbanks of having an air pollution problem.
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I have lived in places where shopping is nearly an afterthought. In these maelstroms of population, the acquisition of food has been simplified to a reflex action performed on an impulse basis. No planning is required, because, if you forget something at the store, you can just throw on a pair of shoes, duck around the corner and buy it, whenever the need comes to mind. If they happen to be sold out of the particular item in question, you can select an identical one from any one of a dozen retailers within spitting distance of your living room sofa. A shopping trip is a 10-minute blip of time that barely registers on the radar of your schedule of daily activities. It’s a nightmare!
Not so, here in the Last Frontier! Granted, Delta Junction is cultivating a growing variety of businesses that supply merchandise, but even so, the inventory and prices cannot compete with the mega chain retailers that sprawl across Fairbanks and Anchorage. However, for the bush residents and small villages, the options are very slim indeed. I know what I’m talking about. When I lived in Moose Hole, my parents owned the only business in town—Moose Hole Lodge.
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