Beware the Red Pest! And all the best, too

Hello, my dearest readers! As You can see, I’ve not abandoned the blog, but, to quote the poet,  I still haven’t found what I’m looking for. It being a way to add the damn pictures to the posts. I just can’t afford to buy a camera, and my cell phone does not have the function.

So, until I discover some way to make photos, I’m afraid updates will be rather rare, as I can’t imagine a wall of text would be a pleasant way to spend Your precious minutes on. However, I still feel obliged to give you the customary Beltaine blessings, and hope You’ve had a glorious celebration. Mine was… well, there wasn’t any this year, but that’s not important right now. Neither is the strange thing I’ve come to think of as a “relationsheepish anti-agreement”, so I’m not going to mention it. See? No mention at all.

Anyway, (who said that?) there’s this little pest I want to write You about, and I don’t mean the guy. I mean the Red Spider Mite. It’s a very common pest that can be very dangerous to Your plants, as a friend of mine has recently discovered. Following my advice, he bought a small mint plant in a grocery store and potted it for kitchen use. The plant did not do well, the leaves yellowed and changes in watering regimen did not help. Of course, it was infected with the red spider mites.
Now I’m not generally in favour of interfering with the natural order of these things, but keeping plants in pots at home is already quite far away from what’s natural, and actually it is for this reason that the red spider mite is much more dangerous for Your indoor, potted plants than for those that grow outdoors. Besides, there’s not much point in letting Your herbs die, and that’s exactly what will happen if You don’t take action against the damn things. I’ve lost a lovely lavender bush to them once, and it was a gift from my mother, too…

The worst thing is that these insects (or, more specifically, arachnida) are unnoticeable at first glance, and chances are You’ll only start to suspect something once Your plants are very far gone. The mites are tiny, barely visible red specs and keep to the underside of the leaves, constantly draining the sap. If You’re not specifically looking for them, You’ll probably only notice the thin web they weave under the leaves or close to the stem, and by then it’s usually too late. They also migrate from one plant to others nearby, so they can really be a pest. What’s more, practically all fresh herbs I’ve bought in a grocery store had at least a few of them, probably because the manufacturers’ sell them shortly after growth and don’t care if they die after You’ve bought them (or actually hope for just that).
Ironically, once You  know they’ve affected Your plant, the red spider mites are fought by the simple means of clean water. That’s right, no need for chemical stuff or complicated nettle and garlic macerates : just rinse the plant thoroughly under a cold shower (in extreme cases, You can use a sponge to wash it using water and soap, I’m not kidding), and then, spray the whole plant with clean water at least once a day. Just make sure You’ve not stopped too soon or the mites’ll breed back.

I’m writing all this now because I bought a second basil plant recently, after a prolonged inspection in the shop, since every plant was infected – finally I had to choose the one that had the least of them and fight the damn things at home. The salesman was very upset by this, probably on general principles since I wasn’t picking leaves or messing up the plants in any other way. When he finally cracked and asked me whether I “hoped to find a husband in there” (strange, I know) I said, “I don’t need a husband. And I don’t need tetranychus urticae, either.” Neither do Your home plants, so check up on them periodically, and blessed be.

Oh, and here’s the customary celebration music.

Imbolc Blessings

It seems my displeasure with the weather was taken into account – it’s even colder today. But we Witches know that the year is round, and the frost has the promise of fire deep within it, as a great author once wrote. So we wait, and do our best to pass the time reasonably and wisely. And we make candles, eat cheese and celebrate the day of Imbolc.

The recipe for the mulled wine will come up in the next few days, although to be honest You already have it all on the greeting card.

Blessings!

Presents! And knives

Oh, heads of lettuce will roll!

A year ago – actually, even more – when Kitchen Witchcraft was a debuting little blog, I’ve put up a short post on kitchen knives and their properties, because it’s very important to have proper tools for any job, and for cooking tasks especially. So You probably have grown accustomed to the sight of an old, short knife with a wooden handle that pops up every now and then on the photos.

Well, my knife family has expanded recently and the newcomer is pretty impressive. It was a holiday gift from – You guessed it – my brother, and damn useful as usual.
Now don’t get me wrong – I’m not throwing my old wooden friend away just because I got this sparkling, silvery eight inches of vanadium steel. But there was a lot of cabbage chopping to be done for Christmas, which my family celebrates, and even I was astonished at how effortless it was with my, admittedly, peculiar present. The long, annoying task that was usually shared between my Mother and myself, was done in the matter of minutes and without turning a hair.
I have to say I didn’t expect it to make that big a difference, but that’s the mark of a good knife – it does the cutting for You. The best ones are heavy, so that You only need to apply minimal force and their weight adds cutting strength ; the blade is thick on one side, for extra stability and to prevent it from bending, and only thins towards the cutting edge. All these qualities can be found in my new weapon of choice. And I do think of it like that, because it gives the awesome little kshing noise when drawn from the block, just like a sword drawn from a sheath. Trust me, I know ;)

So, why should this interest You? Well, I’m not sure, but since I’ve already done quite a lot of culinary exhibitionism around here, I might as well continue. And for those who do not care, here’s something more interesting:

Winter Solstice! Again.

It’s Midwinter again – the second I am celebrating by, among other things, writing a post here. I know I’ve been neglecting my readers more than usual lately, and I also know you must be growing tired of constant excuses. So there won’t be any.

Let me just say something that hasn’t been said in here for some time. Hell, I can’t even remember the last time I wrote here and was not, in some way, depressed. It was probably some time around last autumn, although there have been plenty of reasons to feel lousy since. And yet, here  I am, all optimistic and eager to finally make something of my life. We’ll see how long this lasts.
And in the meantime,  we have the Solstice to celebrate! It’s not as astronomically significant as the last one, but hey, can’t have everything.  And the turning of the tide of darkness should always be a moment of joy. Which, of course, can be greatly expanded by right food, company and music.

I can’t promise to upload the recipe today, but I’m celebrating with a carrot cake this year and you will definitely hear about it in near future. Well, if it comes out all right.
So, there’s no pentagrams in the snow, no blood-shedding, just the warmth of candlelight and of the oven. Time for some plans, too, because it’s going to be all uphill from here.

And, as a small solstical bonus for my readers, here’s a ‘recipe’ – really, it does not deserve the term – for cinnamon oil macerate. It’s pretty handy for both solstical baking and prosperity charms.

Blessed be!

The Autumnal Equinox

I’ve been neglecting my readers, have I not? Well, there’s not much I have to say to excuse myself, but let me tell You this – I’ve been neglecting a lot of things lately. I didn’t even remember the Equinox was today until a friend reminded me. (Thanks, man!) I was planning to share a recipe for stuffed peppers, but it will have to wait.

Well, the year is round, and Kitchen Witchcraft had made a full circle some time ago. The Autumnal Equinox marks the descent towards darkness, the waning time. But fret not – light will come back again, as it always has. Personally I find much solace in that certainty, as I’m sure I’ve written more than once already. The Autumnal Equinox (on this side of the world, of course. Yes, I know about the existence of Australia) is the time to thank the Earth for all she has given, and let her take her well-earned rest. The gifts of Autumn are bountiful and valuable, but we must use them wisely to let them last for the winter. This is the time to make wine, fruit and vegetable preserves, to dry mushrooms and pickle cucumbers and do all these things that humans invented so that the gifts of the Earth are not wasted.
I was never all that good at making jams, but my Mother is, and she already has. Myself I am probably  going to celebrate by preparing an alcoholic tincture of some kind (I’ve just found out that our nalewka is a word used for them abroad as well, and currently awaiting trademark registration) if I have the patience. If not, I’ll pickle some peppers  or french beans for the winter. It’s really not all that hard, and I like to think of it as a kitchen ritual that is exemplary of the Kitchen Witchcraft practice – with a spiritual as well as practical meaning.

All You need is a jar big enough to hold the portion You want, water, salt and citric acid. Clean the beans and boil them for a short time (3 minutes are enough). The jars have to be absolutely clean and the lids must fit perfectly. For best results, boil the jars in a big pot just before use. Boil the water with salt and acid, put the hot beans into the jars and pour the brine over them. Screw the lids on tight and put the full jar back into the pot. Boil them for about an hour, then take them out. After 48 hours boil them again for about 40 minutes, and now You have jars of french beans ready for winter.

And traditionally, Kitchen Witchcraft provides You with music for this special day. Have fun, I’m off to celebrate!

Back for good. Rearranging the spice rack this time

The pentagram of spices! Beware!

Whew. This was a pretty hectic holiday, all things considered. Between my time in the mountains (no, not of madness), the fantasy convention – great as always but hard on the poor ol’ heart, as always – the damn house renovation and Death paying a visit to the family, things were pretty crazy. It’s all over now, though, and now I’m facing the dear drab everyday existence. It’s become so unfamiliar lately that I’m still having a kick out of boredom, but I know myself. This won’t last long.

The house is a little strange, what with me getting unaccustomed to it. It needs a solid scrubbing and I’m happy to oblige, as it takes my mind off… everything. And it’s a good way of making it mine again. There are numerous ways of marking Your own territory, and a good cleaning has the additional advantage of making things, well, clean. And now that I have successfully refurbished two rooms, I’m probably going to hit the kitchen pretty soon. Which leads me to the spice rack.

I don’t know what it is with a clean, orderly row of spice jars, but they are one of the most decorative sights I know while still being useful. There’s just something about all those shapes and colours and smells that makes me want to hoard them like some sort of foodie dragon. Huh, I guess I just like herbs and cooking. Who would have thought?
You can buy all sorts of stuff now to make that easy, like magnetic receptacles with rewritable labels, but I don’t really hold with that sort of thing. I stick to the little jars that my Mother used, which are over a twenty years old and already their shape looks original in a retro kind of way. And who needs labels? They detract from the thing itself, and if You need them to tell what is what then clearly You keep those herbs just for show.

So, do I have any advice to You spice hoarders? Sure, although I don’t really think anyone needs it. Keep the jars clean and shut. Use the same kind of receptacle for maximum contents exposure. Keep those spices that You actually use, otherwise they’ll go stale and unappealing. Always make sure the jars are absolutely dry before putting something in them – and, for this reason, avoid pouring the spices into pots directly from the jars when cooking. They get damp from the steam and that’s not good for the contents. Spoons were invented for a reason. Some spices may not like being exposed to sun – check it out beforehand. And remember – there’s nothing wrong with suddenly grabbing a jar of, say, cinnamon, and just taking a sniff. No, that does not mean I’m weird. I mean You.

It’s good to pick KW up again. And there will be recipes, although probably no cake.

The Pale Mansion is on amazon – a sure sign of my swelling ego!

I actually did it. I self-published a novella on amazon.com in kindle format. It is not the one I’ve been working on for the last year, though, it’s something else. A lovecraftian bit of haunted house horror I had written on account of being quite a Lovecraft fan.

I’m not expecting huge sales and making a million dollars on it. It’s more of an attempt at determining whether anyone would actually want to read my prose. I’m treating it experimentally, although of course a million dollars would be nice. If you’re interested in the book, it has a website here and can be bought for kindle e-reading devices here. I made the cover design myself, too. It was fun.

It’s a story that aims to maintain some of H.P.L’s original flavour, but refresh some of the more…. lacking areas of his writing. If any of You are familiar with him, You’ll know what I mean.

I would be most grateful for any help in promoting this little folly of mine, but by no means feel obliged to anything. It’s already a big thing that You actually read this blog.

Friday the thirteenth – good luck spells all around!

I knew a man who would not conduct business on unlucky days… And so,
his business was never done.
- allegedly, XVIIIth century book on superstition

Jinxies!

Yes, I actually do own a black cat statuette. Don't ask.

It’s Friday the thirteenth and a black cat crossed my path as I was going shopping. Although I’m not really all that concerned about this, because a) I’ve never had any trouble either on Friday the thirteenth or as a result of Cat Crossing*,  and b) the cat had white paws so I’m not sure whether it counts.

Anyway, the weather was so wonderful for the last few days that it’ll take much more than just some jinxing to worsen my mood.  I’m not even angry at my unfaithful muse any more.  Besides, I’ve been talking with a good friend of mine recently and, as she pointed out, muses are an Ancient Greek idea, so naturally they will not be good at helping women, coming from a rather… macho oriented culture. They did a good job inspiring men and Sappho, so there you are. Case in point.
I’m seriously thinking of launching a “Male Muse Project”, to establish an alternative for all of us who prefer besandalled, sheet-clad young men. We could choose the domains they’re supposed to inspire creativity in (I mean, seriously, a muse of astronomy? Doesn’t it suggest they made it all up?), some well-fitting and very symbolic attributes, and some suitably looking guys. If other people invent new gods, why not new muses? Let me know what You think.

Back on our supposedly-unlucky topic, I really do not think there is anything to worry about. A quick search on the web will show You that people aren’t really sure even why is this supposed to be an unlucky day. But if You’re feeling a bit… unsure about things, and think You could use something to tip the odds (or just Your mood) in Your favour, there are, as usual, Herbs That Can Help.

Magic for luck

For luck and prosperity of any kind, spices that carry a connotation of wealth are often used. However, this varies – as it always does – according Your personal experience. If any of those have some negative significance for You (a bad memory associated with the smell, for example), don’t use it. Accordingly, if any other ingredient not typically seen as appropriate does seem that way to you, for whatever reason, use it instead.

Ingredients
Herbs commonly used for luck spells include:

Other ingredients You might find useful:

  • Chocolate
  • Honey
  • Oil (all kinds, the more expensive the better)
  • Silver (silver chain for a talisman, for example)

Preparation

There are a few different ways You can go about using them if You need an extra bit of luck. The easiest an most common method is to make a witch bag, a small pouch filled with chosen herbs that is carried in Your private possessions as a talisman. A more complicated, but more satisfactory way is to make an oil infusion, with the oil carried in a small vial or flask, similarly to the pouch (I’ll write more on these talismans in the near future. Sorry for going backwards about this).

However, my favourite good luck spell is the simplest and most pleasurable one : spiced cocoa. Why limit ourselves to some symbolic actions when we can palpably do something good for ourselves? This is a very simple recipe, and can be done both hot and cold.

Just take some cinnamon, star anise and nutmeg (a good proportion is 3:1:1) and grind them all together in a mortar. Remember, this is a meditative, ritual activity. Think about what You are doing and why, not about what the boss said yesterday. Mix the resulting powder with cocoa and some honey (or sugar, or just cocoa if You’re using a ready-made drink, but I advise against that) and prepare the drink as usual. You can add some whipped cream to make it even better and to symbolise wealth and prosperity. Then drink it.

Seeing as cocoa  has been medically proven to have anti-depressant properties, is an ingredient for luck, and is delicious, this will help You on so many levels. And it’s not even all that hard on the figure!

ΦΦΦ

* That is to say, as a result of a cat crossing my path. I did have some problems once when I crossed my aunt’s rather touchy cat, meaning that I made her angry. The cat, not the aunt.

Tricky Pixie

You know that feeling when You have to do something and You just can’t? Walking around with this obligation hanging over Your head like a damn sword of Damocles, only not as cool and mythic? That’s how I feel all the time. I have no idea why I thought I could write something worthwhile and more than a page long.

Anyway, everybody knows music is good for stress. Or for relieving said stress, it depends on what music You choose. I chose this some time ago and I just can’t stop listening to it.

Odd, that. It just sticks to the mind and never lets go.  Even worse when I try to sing it, as You can probably imagine, but I really envy You guys from across the ocean who can see them in person.

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