learning how to play Plakoto

This past week, I cracked open Backgammon Games and Strategies, which we’ve had for a few years now, to learn how to play Plakoto.

It bears saying here that I have been playing Backgammon since I was a small child, and it’s always been one of my favorite games. Perhaps it’s one of my favorites because I usually win; it has certainly been suggested before that I most enjoy those games that I consistently win (and most dislike those which I consistently lose). That is, I used to usually win. Nearly ten years ago, at the end of my first year of graduate school, a Turkish friend stayed at my apartment for a couple of weeks. During the first part of his stay, when the semester had ended but our summer obligations had not yet begun, we played Backgammon. He taught me a variation similar to Plakoto, which also involved taking pieces out of play by pinning them in place rather than bumping them back to the starting position.

During the few days, we played nearly 100 games. I think I — maybe — won one. I am quite certain that however many I won, they were entirely at the whim of my friend’s largesse. I suspect that he thought letting me win might end the compulsion; it must have been like playing against a small child for him. Despite being terribly competitive, I didn’t mind losing. There was a certain level of hilarity in our playing; I, who had always been so good at this game, was getting tromped, over and over, by my friend, who seemed to not even be paying very close attention to what we were doing. As soon as he pinned a single piece, the game would be certain to be over. It was some of the most fun I had in graduate school, those few days.

It was partly the memory of these days that led me back to Backgammon. We hardly play anymore, finding the basic variation to be a little dull. Plakoto, advertised by the Tzannes brothers as ‘King of Backgammon,’ where ‘the excitement and tension are superb’ seemed just the thing. Moreover, in reading over the instructions for Hit (Portes), we discovered the following illuminating section:

An incorrect move must be rectified only if the opponent notices it. This, of course, encourages cheating. In the Middle East, cheating in backgammon is not even considered dishonorable. Our advice is to always watch the opponent’s moves very carefully.

They then go on to list the most common ways of cheating:

1. To play the total throw using a single piece, when it is not possible to do so because the opponent has made points (doors) on both positions of the numbers of the dice…. 2. To remove one or more of one’s pieces while the opponent is engrossed in execution of his own moves. Our advice is to periodically add the number of pieces of the opponent to insure [sic] that they always total fifteen during the game, and watch him very carefully when he is engaged in bearing them off. 3. If the board is made of cardboard or plywood, the dice have a tendency to stick…. For this reason, you must insist that the dice be thrown with the opponents’ hands completely off the board.

The section concluded with this gem:

Another acceptable practice, when you feel the throw is suspicious, is to ‘break up’ the throw. This is done by moving your hands inside the board and touching the dice before they have rested on their sides. A player has the right to ‘break up’ the opponent’s throw up to three times on a given throw.

Forget taking candy from a baby; if my friend had been inclined to use any of these strategies all those years ago, beating me would have been like giving candy to a baby.

This past week, we cracked ourselves up by removing our pieces from the board, breaking up the throws, and bumping our pieces down the board while the other’s head was turned. All of which were highly entertaining, I have to say. Well, as long as I was winning.

learning how to play Plakoto

killing caterpillars, and other less than pleasant garden duties

In general, I try to take the ‘live and let live’ approach to insects outside (mosquitoes being the obvious exception). Eastern tent caterpillars really creep me out, though. I don’t like the way they fall from the trees; even if they don’t fall on me, they make a disturbing plopping sound when they hit the ground plants. I especially don’t like the way that, no matter what I do, I invariably end up stepping on them (which is gross) because they are around in such abundance. Unfortunately for me, we have in our yard several cherry trees of the variety they love to eat. Which means, nests busting out all over the place.

This year, I decided to just bite the bullet, alienate my insect-protecting friends, and kill as many of them as I can before they mature. It seems less cruel to smash a nest full of itty bitty little caterpillars than run around stepping on them when they’re full grown. But that’s really just a post-hoc justification: I want as few of them around as possible, and killing them in the nests is the most effective way to make that happen (given that I neglected to try to seek out and remove the eggs during the winter; I’ll try that next year). I hope that if I remove the tents I can reach, my feathered friends will help by eating as many as they possibly can as they mature.

At any rate, we started that last night, pulling down (and in some cases pruning out) the limbs with tents we could reach with a ladder. Although it’s not the recommended approach, we burned the webbing and then pulled the mass out of the trees. I’m torn on whether to just cut back the limbs that are infested; one of the trees (the smallest and youngest) is close to the garage, and there’s a goodly chance it will need to be taken out when we repair the foundation. It’s tempting to just take it out now and be done with the caterpillar issue there, but it’s a nice little tree and I’m fond of it. Besides the creeping me out factor, I hate to see the caterpillars decimate the trees (even though I know intellectually that it doesn’t create long-term harm, as the trees generally refoliate without issue).

The caterpillar killing came at the end of a day of digging up onion grass (another exception to my general ‘live and let live’ approach, as it stings my eyes when I mow the lawn) and pruning deadwood out of the dogwood (I’m a bit concerned that the dogwood might be struggling with a fungus; a smaller one in our yard died off completely last year and will be the next thing we work on taking out). This year’s garden work seems to be clustering up around the theme of ‘remove all the stuff that’s died off or invaded due to years of neglect by the previous owners,’ with a sprinkling of ‘move plants that are in the completely wrong environment to a different part of the yard where they will get the sun (or lack thereof) that they need’ thrown in to keep things interesting.

Which is all to say, check back in a few years for photos of things actually growing: we’re not quite there yet.

killing caterpillars, and other less than pleasant garden duties

spring is sprung & yard work has begun

All of a sudden, this past week, flowers are popping up all over the place: from the ground, on trees, and all over previously skeletal shrubs. We didn’t see our neighborhood at this time last year; the major tree flowering fell in between our first visit to the house and when we moved in the following month. My parents also missed this by a couple of weeks on their recent visit; because the winter was a regular (i.e. cold) one, the early blooming of the past few years didn’t happen. Our dogwood hasn’t bloomed yet, either, and I’m looking forward to that.

It’s really quite pretty, and it’s easy to see why the Bradford pear trees were such a popular choice for the town now that they’re in full bloom. Because of the cold winter the azaleas haven’t bloomed yet, but the forsythia and cherry trees are also in bloom this week. Before moving out here, I didn’t have any allergies: now I have them for these three weeks each spring, when the pollen count goes through the roof. I maintain that they’re not technically allergies, but just a completely predictable and healthy reaction to having my internal head membranes become coated in plant dust.

All these flowers serve as a reminder that spring is really and truly here, and the time to take advantage of weak root structures and soft earth is now. ‘Ivy, begone!’ is the theme of this season’s yard improvement project plans. In practical terms, we’re trying to fill our two trash cans with yard debris (old wood, pulled up weeds, pulled down ivy) every pickup (twice per week) from now until all we’re left with is the lovely mundanity of side beds that are weed-free, soil-treated, and mulch-covered.

With a little luck, that will be sometime before next winter. If that’s all we accomplish this summer and don’t plant a single new thing in our yard, I will still be ecstatic.

spring is sprung & yard work has begun

celebratory dinner

Tonight I made a delicious dinner in my our new skillet, to celebrate…my our new skillet arriving! Also spring arriving, but mostly the new pan.

The saga of the demise of my nonstick pots has been somewhat protracted, with one of them going a couple of years ago and the others starting to get a little worn but remaining functional (i.e. no bits of nonstick coating coming off in the food). Since the new year, though, I’ve lost two (the wok-style frying pan and the inky dinky frying pan), which meant that we definitely needed to get something new (because the one that went first was the regular-sized frying pan), not to mention my backup enamel soup pot that used to belong to my grandparents (it got its last utility scorched out of it during an inattentive reheating just last week). Now that we’re getting the farm share each week, we’re cooking nearly every meal at home. This has meant that in addition to the pots and pans getting more wear, we’re branching out and cooking more seriously. We’d gotten in the habit of just boiling water and having pasta, or making sandwiches, but with the fresh produce something else is called for.

What all this has meant is that we’ve spent the past month or so talking about what kinds of pots we’d like to get, what kinds of cooking we do, what kinds of pans are both of good quality and easy to maintain, et cetera. The collective answer to these questions is: a hodge podge. We replaced the littlest frying pan with another small nonstick pan, just to have one around. Our plan is not to replace the nonstick pots generally, though, but instead to swap in higher end pieces that will require more attention from us but will also allow us to cook things more the way they were meant to be cooked.

To that end, our first replacement purchase was a 10″ skillet. After going back and forth and around, we picked the All-Clad MC2 line for our stainless steel pans (ultimately, over the next, say, ten years or so, to be this skillet, a sauté pan, and a tall stockpot). I have heard only good things about the evenness of cooking with them, and I personally liked the more matte-finished exterior than the shiny version. When our nonstick soup pot finally succumbs, I’ll replace it with a round French oven of the same size, in the cheery orange color.

So that’s the skillet that came today, and I took it as an opportunity to use up some kale and farm eggs in a frittata using a recipe from Vegetarian Cooking for Everyone (thus maxing out the possible things I could do with the pan on its first day, since it ended up under the broiler for the last 4 minutes). Accompanied by some farm salad greens and a bottle of California merlot, a housewarming gift from one of our neighbors, it was quite a tasty little meal.

And, the pan was nice and easy to clean. Welcome, spring!

celebratory dinner

repotting house plants

A couple of weeks ago, my largest jade plant took a tumble off the windowsill. It had been getting imbalanced, I just hadn’t realized quite how much. I’d rotated the pot to help it even out, but the weight on one side was great enough to bring the whole thing down. With the fall, the plant lost branches along one side, making it too uneven to survive as is. I decided to cut it back, to pretty much dismantle it and plant each of the small branches as cuttings.

After gathering up the little limbs that were scattered on the floor (I just threw out the leaves; there were too many to accommodate), I had 9 new pots worth of plantings. It didn’t take me long to get them into the pots, but I’m still working with the light in the house and finding enough places to help them grow. The east- and west-facing sides of the house have deep sills, and those sills have been where I’ve kept plants up until now. With this profusion of pots, I moved a small shelf in front of a south-facing window upstairs, and I have a couple of rows of plants hanging out there. I imagine that I’ll be checking and shuffling them around for some time until I’m satisfied.

The mass repotting of the jades provided an opportunity to repot a couple of other plants that had been needing attention. I divided my aloe plant, which had grown from a tiny sprout ($2 at the Ikea checkout counter) to two huge plants crowding each other in the pot. Now they each have their own pot, and they just crowd each other on the windowsill. I also repotted a pot of variegated pothos cuttings that I had plunked into a pot full of dirt from my yard nearly 10 years ago, when I didn’t have any potting soil. The intervening years hadn’t been good to them: they still had only their individual roots and nothing like what you might call a root system. Now they’re luxuriating in potting soil, and I have high hopes that they’ll grow long and prosper. Somewhere down the line, I’ll hang hooks in front of the south-facing windows and hang the spider plants in those. For now, though, everything is doing fine, and that’s good enough for me.

Best of all, there’s still plenty of room in the house to introduce more air-filtering plants and become as sophisticated as future space shuttles.

repotting house plants