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Archive for February, 2012

Making your own broth

Homemade broth is frugal, healthy, and can be seasoned completely to your own taste.

Store-bought broth is expensive, usually contains undesirable ingredients, and contains amazing amounts of salt — even the lower sodium varieties.

Expensive:  I do store some store-bought chicken broth, because I do occasionally run out of homemade broth, and it’s a good thing to have in emergency storage.  I can occasionally find store brand broth for 2/$1.  Considering that it would take at least 16 cans to equal what I get from a single pot of broth, it would cost at least $8 plus tax for what I can make for the cost of the electricity it takes to cook it, and the cost of the water I put in the pot.  This is much less than $8, actually more like 25 cents (based on our electricity cost, at about 30 minutes on high, and then 2 – 3 hours on low – medium low)!

Undesirable ingredients:  Most store-bought broths, including some “organic” ones, contain ingredients like monosodium glutamate (MSG), autolyzed yeast extract,, disodium inosinate, disodium guanylate, partially hydrogenated oils, hydrolyzed soy protein, hydrolyzed whey protein, hydrolyzed wheat protein… what?  What are these things needed for?  They’re not (they are there to improve the flavor and texture, which should tell you something).  And… if you need a gluten-free or milk-free or MSG-free diet, they could make you ill.  Homemade broth contains only what you put into it.

Amazing amounts of salt:  Regular Swanson chicken broth has 860mg of sodium per cup of broth.  Their lower sodium version has 400mg per cup.  Much better, yes, but if you can’t or don’t eat much salt, it’s still too salty.  My mom has congestive heart failure, and, therefore, cannot eat much salt.  When we use store-bought broth in our cooking, we have to be very careful.

Homemade broth also has an amazing flavor that is much superior to store-bought broth.

So, how do you make your own broth?  First of all, you save lots of things you would normally throw away.  That is why I did not include the cost of the items you put into the water in my calculation above.

Eating chicken, turkey, rabbit, pork, or any other kind of meat?  Save the bones, whether raw or cooked!  If it’s been cooked wet for over an hour, like in fricassee, then the bones are pretty much spent and can be discarded.  If it’s a rotisserie chicken, baked chicken, etc., it will work great!  Preferably, the bones will still have some meat on them.  We save some of the skin, too.  On a rotisserie or baked chicken, this will have some nice seasoning on it (this will add salt).  Chicken skin itself actually does have some good nutrients in it, and the broth won’t have much fat (though the more skin and fat you put in, the more fat you will have in the broth — you can take it off easily, though, after freezing).  We pretty much save whatever of it we didn’t eat.  We’ll label a gallon bag in the freezer, and add bones to it (chicken to chicken, rabbit to rabbit, etc.) until it is full.  We will sometimes combine chicken bones with either turkey or rabbit bones, but that’s all the mixing we do.

Vegetable broth can be made the same way.  As you clean the vegetables, any part that is not spoiled, but would be thrown away, can be put into a bag in the freezer.  Herb stems, carrot ends, bean ends, potato peels, celery trimmings, anything.  Rinse and put them in the bag.

When you have a full gallon bag, you’re ready to make broth (or stock, whichever you call it).

Get out a nice, big soup pot.  A dutch oven or something.  Add your bones (straight from the freezer is fine) or trimmings, cover with water, and bring to a boil.  Watch for foaming at first.  Once it’s at a good boil, turn it down to just above a simmer — so that you still see a little bubbling at the top.  Cock a lid on top of it to help some of the steam condense back into the pot.  Check and stir occasionally over the next few hours.  Turn it off, let it cool, and strain it or thoroughly go through it, lifting everything out of the broth with a kitchamajig.  Take the meat off of the bones and save it for soups, pot pies, or dumplings (it won’t be good for much else, as most of the flavor is already in the broth).

Cooled chicken broth waiting to be strained and packaged. It isn't pretty, but it sure will be tasty!

We usually add onion and garlic powder to the water when we make broth.  This allows the broth to be used in pretty much anything, because we add onion and garlic to most things we use broth in.  Broth made from cooked bones will have some extra seasoning, but not too much.

We measure out the broth two cups at a time, and pour it into quart freezer bags, squeezing out most of the air.  If there’s fat at the top, we make sure to measure to the bottom of the fat where the top of the broth is, rather than including the fat in the measurement.  We freeze them laying flat.  They don’t get freezer burn.

Bags of rabbit broth stacked in a pan, ready to go into the freezer!

Some people roast their bones and skin in the oven first, and then make stock.  I’ve never tried this, but I’m sure it would give a nice flavor.  I’ve seen where some people freeze their broth in water bottles standing up, then they lay them down for stacking in the freezer.  If you want to remove nearly all of the fat, just heat the bag in the microwave for about 20 seconds, and then scrape off the fat.

Seafood broth can be made from shrimp, crawfish, or crab shells, or fish bones and fins.  The heads and other normally discarded pieces (like the so-called “fat” in crawfish — which is actually hepatopancreatic tissue — that some people discard) will add a lot more flavor, too.

Today, my mom made two big pots of turkey broth, one of chicken broth, and one of rabbit broth.  We just finished putting it all up.  Mom picked through the bones for the meat, and I bagged the broth.  We got something over 30 bags of broth put away, and two bags of meat — one of turkey, and one of chicken and rabbit.  The meat actually was enough that we will get at least four meals out of it!  :)

Always buy good tools.

Once upon a time, long before either of our children came along, Shay and I worked retail together.  We had one car, so we had the same schedule.  It was an old car, so every once in a blue moon (it was a rare occasion), something on it would go up, and we would have to call in to work and fix the car.  Since it was a 1976 LTD, it was a car we could fix — or, I should say, Shay could fix, while I helped if I could.  It was a good car, so regular maintenance mostly kept it going.

One day, the water pump on the car bit the dust.  We called work to tell them we couldn’t make it, and then Shay began removing the parts from the car that were between him and the water pump.  Reaching the water pump, he began to work on removing it.  That’s when the trouble started.

After a few tries, the first socket cracked.  When it gave way, his knuckles slammed into some hard metal car part.  Undaunted, he put a new socket on his ratchet.

The second socket cracked, sending his knuckles again into that car part.

Then the third socket cracked, bashing his knuckles yet again.

At this, he put the tools down, and announced he was buying a new, GOOD set of tools.  This was a concern for me, because we made very little money, around $800 a month.  What was the difference between the tools he had and a “good” set of tools?  They looked the same.  Was the only difference the price?  After all, these tools had been quite sufficient up to this point.  If these cracked, wouldn’t a similar-looking, more expensive set crack, too?

I had a lot to learn about tools.  Have a heart; I was pretty young.

Somehow, we got to the auto parts store.  I don’t remember how we got there, because we had only one car.  But we got there.  We didn’t have the water pump with us, so we would have to bring it back for the deposit later.  The gentleman there brought out a rebuilt water pump for us, and then Shay (holding his poor hands in front of him, curled up from scratches and bruises) asked for a Blackhawk ratchet set.

On the counter appeared a shiny new set, ratchet and sockets, in their own case.  And they looked just like the ones we had at home that had cracked, except that they had a fancy-schmancy box and said “Blackhawk”.  I eyed them and their $75 price tag with suspicion.

Upon reaching home, Shay popped a Blackhawk socket onto his new Blackhawk ratchet, and, with me standing by and fully expecting it to crack, slipped the socket over the nut that had laughed at him up to this point.

He turned the ratchet with as much force as he had before, but this time, it was the nut that gave way, not the socket.

“And THAT is why you always buy good tools,” Shay declared.

There are tools for all kinds of tasks.  A recent purchase dealt with kitchen tools.  I have always been blessed to have a good set of pots.  My parents gave us a set of T-Fal nonstick when we got married.  Eventually, the surface on the skillets, which were used most often, became worn.  We didn’t replace them with good skillets at the time, because we didn’t have the money.  So we bought some cheap skillets.  Now and then, we would replace the skillets again.

The pots didn’t wear out for a good while longer.  Finally, when my father died, and my mother moved in with us, I threw away my last piece of T-Fal and began using her stainless steel Amway Queen cookware (she became a distributor, as they suggested, for a short time just to buy the cookware, as she got a handsome discount and there was a piece she wanted that she would get as a bonus).

Fast forward to almost two years ago, when we moved in here with my uncle.

The Queen cookware is still going strong, and we replaced the handles several years ago.  We now have my grandmother’s stainless cookware, most of which is really good as well, but very little of the name remains on the bottoms, so I don’t know what kind it is.  She had a glass cooktop with raised solid elements of cast iron, so I guess the elements wore the bottoms of the pans.

She had some cheap nonstick skillets too, to which I added my cheap nonstick skillets.

We replaced the cooktop last year (I should find my pictures and blog about it), as it was becoming more and more unreliable.  It was also becoming more exciting.  “So… are we cooking on high only today?  Or are we starting well, only to stop cooking when we’re halfway finished?”  It’s not the sort of excitement I want when I’m trying to prepare dinner for two working men, so we replaced it.  They don’t make those cooktops anymore, so we now have a smooth ceramic-glass one.

Needless to say, the uneven bottoms of the cheap skillets became more difficult to ignore with the smooth stove.  I knew I was going to have to break down eventually and get some good skillets.

I finally did it.

Restaurant-grade stainless steel skillets with encapsulated aluminum bottoms by Update International.

I had been told by Shay’s boss of a restaurant supply store that sold excellent cookware for half the price of the equivalents at retail stores, and they sold to the public as well as restaurants.  By the time I was ready to buy some pans, I had forgotten.  So I went to Bed, Bath, and Beyond and spent some time comparing.  I bought two Emerilware pans (made by All-Clad), in 8″ and 12″, and two Cuisinart pans, in 10″ and 5.5 qt covered saute.  I have to have a 5 – 5.5 qt saute, ever since I had my first one.  It is my most oft-used pan.  I liked the glass lid of my last one, but it doesn’t quite fit this one.  I didn’t want to pay another $20 for the Emerilware one that did have a glass lid, so I went Cuisinart.  I spent about $153 on the four pans.  Ouch.  But I wasn’t buying another skillet that was going to bow or cook unevenly.

I got them home and was so proud of them, until Shay reminded me of that restaurant store.  Oops!  That’s right!  The same quality at half the price!  The next day, I was off to the restaurant supply store.  The skillets I found there were very utilitarian-looking, not pretty like the ones I bought previously (mind you, I didn’t buy for the pretty, that’s just what they had there at Bed, Bath, and Beyond — pretty and more expensive, or pretty and less expensive).  That was okay with me, since I was buying them to use, not to look at.

I wasn’t so sure about the hollow handles, since they didn’t have the air spaces in them that the Emeril and Cuisinart ones did, to keep the handles cool.  A gentleman who worked there told me that he had one of these pans, though, and they did indeed stay cool.  That’s good, since I don’t want to have to do all my cooking wearing mitts.

The sizes were a little different, but I got essentially the same pans I had bought before.  Just without the mirror finish and encapsulated copper.  These have encapsulated aluminum.  The bottoms are very thick, and shouldn’t bow.  They’re actually ever-so-slightly bowed inward when cool, and flatten when they are heated.  I’ll take their word for it; I can’t tell.

These are lower-end “economy” restaurant pans.  That’s no problem.  These are still made to be used repeatedly, all day long, in a restaurant kitchen.  They’re made to be washed in a commercial dishwasher.  They will be almost babied here, compared to what they’d endure at a restaurant.  They should last nigh unto forever.  I spent $75, almost exactly half of what I spent previously, and then returned the other pans to the other store.

So far, these skillets cook and clean like a dream, and they are almost nonstick.  They cook with very even heat distribution.  Let them cool, soak for a few minutes, and everything comes off.  And the bottoms stay flat!  YAY!  :D  Mom and I really like these pans.

Shay was impressed upon seeing the new pans.  “Always buy good tools,” he said.

Yes, indeed.  I learned my lesson long ago, on a car water pump and two different ratchet sets.

UPDATE:  I found some of the writing on the bottoms of my grandmother’s pots and pans.  Looks like they’re mostly vintage Farberware aluminum clad stainless steel:  http://www.adclassix.com/a4/57farberwarecookware.html , and one vintage Revere Ware copper clad skillet (not cheap nonstick, so it’s still here):  http://www.adclassix.com/ads2/51reverepots.htm .  All of these pieces are still, in well-used but good condition, bringing $20 – $40 per piece.

The Dragon, Tamed…

We love going shopping at thrift stores.  You never, ever know what you are going to find.  I just bought two large boxes filled with quart canning jars — mostly Ball, Kerr, and Mason — for $.69 each.  That’s less than half the cheapest price I can find for Ball quart jars!  I have to supply the lids and rings, but that’s no big deal at all.

I have bought loads of fabric — both off the bolt and as things like curtains and dresses — for much, much less than they would have been at a fabric store.  I can’t afford to buy much fabric new.  It’s amazingly expensive now.

My beloved Shay really outdid himself recently, when he and I paid a visit to a local thrift store.

First, as I’m finding TWO pairs of shoes for myself (mind you, I had just been to two large shoe stores and couldn’t find what I needed), Shay showed up with something under his arm and a mischievous smile on his face.  I know that look.  It’s his you-are-never-going-to-believe-what-I-found-that-is-going-to-amaze look.  He pulled the thing out from under his arm.

SERIOUSLY?!? Not just a robot helmet, not just a Transformers helmet, but OPTIMUS PRIME??? How in the world did that stay on the shelf with all these kids in here?!? And for 79 cents!!!

We haven’t seen the Transformers movies, but Bunny-Wan Kenobi loves robots, and so he loves the Transformers.  How can you argue with a robot that can fold itself into a car, truck, or plane?  Pretty neat.  And Optimus Prime is the leader of the “good guys”.  Bunny-Wan Kenobi was just beside himself when Shay presented this find to him.  A rubdown with alcohol, and it was all his.  After a few minutes with it on, he discovered that it still talks, and will distort his voice as well.  He’s very fond of it, to say the least.

Later in our shopping, right after I had found a gorgeous mossy-colored table runner I thought would make a wonderful center panel for Mom’s renaissance fair dress, I looked to my left to see Shay wrestling with a dragon.  The heads of all the shoppers in the area turned when he finally figured out how it went together, and he raised it up to get a good look.

A real, handmade Chinese kite. It even has a hand-carved keel and spool, and the frame is bamboo. It's some 6 feet in wingspan. The tail is a foot wide or more, and at least 6 feet long.

ILoveBunnies loves kites!  But how in the world did this kite end up in a thrift store?  This isn’t just some average kite.  It’s quite special.  It isn’t antique… the beard on the dragon is made of that flexible craft foam sheeting you can get.  But still!!!  And for $4!

Needless to say, ILoveBunnies was absolutely floored.  This past Sunday, after our Bible study, we took the kite behind the building where we meet to try to fly it.

Unfortunately, the winds were unsteady. There was enough wind to get it up a little, and then it would die down or change direction. Shay managed to get it up just enough for me to take a few pictures. How impressive it looked! It seemed to be struggling to break free... like some giant bird of prey, with a loop of twine around its leg. Struggling, yet looking awesome doing it.

Hopefully, soon we’ll be able to really let it fly.  We did learn one thing — it doesn’t take a lot of wind to get it up.  It just needs to be steady.

Oh — and those shoes?  I have narrow feet.  Like a 3-4A heel (used to be 5A at the front, 7A at the heel!  Not anymore, after years of retail on hard floors!).  And I needed some specific kinds of shoes for wearing in events at the museum.  ILoveBunnies is a junior docent, but I help out as well.  I needed some plain black low-heel pumps, and some low boots.  I could find neither in the shoe stores in a size that would fit me.  I found both at the thrift store.  The boots fit great; the pumps are very slightly short in length, and were only 2A in the heel, but they work well enough.  I have some heel cups I can wear with them, and they stay on my feet just fine.  They aren’t short enough to bother me that much.  I do need to get new taps put on them this week, as I can see a nail head on one.  They’re in very good condition, and they’re Easy Spirits, so they’re worth it!

Living with Macular Degeneration

My mother has macular degeneration.  She’s had it for over 20 years.  She was diagnosed with it at age 40, and the doctor told her that he couldn’t be sure how long she’d had it.

Macular degeneration steals away your central vision, leaving you with only peripheral vision.  Granted, peripheral vision is certainly better than total blindness, however, your central vision is what you use to read, drive, and look at things.  Your peripheral vision does not have near the sensitivity of your central vision.  When macular degeneration has progressed a significant amount, you cannot see what you are looking at, and you cannot see in detail what is around what you are looking at. You are effectively blind.

If you think of looking at your child’s face, and seeing only a blur, or worse, a fuzzy grey circle, that is what someone with macular degeneration sees.  Look at a book, or your computer screen, and focus your eyes on one place.  Keeping your eyes there, try to read what is five inches away.  Your peripheral vision just can’t take the place of your central vision.

Here are a couple of examples of macular degeneration:



Currently, my mom’s central vision in her right eye is mostly gone, and it’s significantly deteriorated in her left.  She can still read a little, very slowly, and not always accurately.  She can’t always tell colors precisely.  It has taken her 20 years to get here, though, and she’s been very blessed.  She started out with “dry” macular degeneration, which is almost a dry-rotting of the macula, and is very slow to progress.  In 2001, it turned to the “wet” type, in which abnormal and weak blood vessels grow below and/or through the macula, distorting it.  They leak blood, because they are weak, and this smothers and destroys the light-sensing cells of the macula.  This type is very fast, if it is not seen to immediately.

Only 6 months before my mom’s MD went wet, our neighbor’s did.  He lost his central vision completely within months.  Only months later, when my mom’s went wet, a promising new therapy had just come out.  Her ophthalmologist proceeded to aggressively treat the abnormal vessels.  Any time she noticed a new distortion in her vision, he brought her right in, and treated her with the latest therapy.  He was on the cutting edge, and he fought tooth and nail for her vision, and she was his willing guinea pig.  What did she have to lose?  If she did nothing, she was going to go blind.

Over the last year or two, the wet MD has subsided.  The dry continues, though, and its toll is becoming ever more apparent.  When you have all your vision, and you lose 10% of your light-sensing cells, you’ll probably not notice that too much (which is why dry MD can go undiagnosed for years).  When you have 30% of your vision left, 10% loss becomes much more significant.

Mom needs strong light to be able to see well enough what she is doing.  She doesn’t like to not help around the house; it makes her feel like a slug.  So we’ve been doing some things to help her help out.

One thing she does most of is washing dishes.  Unfortunately, the light fixture over the kitchen sink was not a good one for throwing light down to the sink.

Remember these old light fixtures from the '50s? They're flush with the ceiling and unobtrusive, and provide a good deal of omnidirectional light.

These old fixtures throw light everywhere.  This is particularly nice in the hallway, where we have two of these (this is one of them).  They light their areas very nicely.  We have another one in the den.  It certainly isn’t task lighting, but if you want to light the whole room up, well, it does it.  It doesn’t give the best, most attractive light, but that’s what the lamps in that room are for.

One thing these fixtures are very, very bad at is task lighting.  They will not throw their light down for you to work with.  One of these (actually larger, it’s rectangular) over the sink, with a 100W light bulb in it could not light the sink directly beneath it.  Granted, the bulb, once pulled out, had an energy saver button on it, but still — 100W, reduced slightly by an energy button, and the sink is nearly dark?

So, for Christmas, Shay and I decided to get my mom a new kitchen light.  I know… give my mom a new light fixture for Christmas so that she can continue to wash dishes for us?  How sweet!  No, it isn’t that.  It’s a means for my mom to continue to contribute to the family in a physical, meaningful way, in which she can see the results (momentarily clean sink, momentarily cleared counter, dishes ready for reuse) and bear some of the burden of work in the family.  I can tell her all I want to (and I have) that she doesn’t have to do these things to be a valuable, contributing part of the family — blindness is certainly something we can understand as a reason not to do some things!  But to her, it’s important.  Doing dishes is important, and it makes her feel important, since she’s accomplished something visible and meaningful.  If she wants to continue doing it, then that’s important to me.  Not that I’m pooh-poohing her contribution of doing dishes — far from it!  It’s a huge help!

So… off to Home Depot to see some of their pendant lights in person.  I wanted to get a pendant light because it comes down from the ceiling, bringing the light source physically closer to the task.  I wanted one that threw light down a lot more than it threw it out or up.  Then I wanted to be able to put a high-wattage bulb in it (I wanted to stick a 100-watter in there), to put as much light as possible down there.

Unfortunately, the fixtures that could take a 100W bulb were either too big or ugly.  I needed a relatively small fixture, because the sink is in front of  a window that is flanked by cabinets.  And I wasn’t getting an ugly one.

Then Shay spotted a cute little pendant, and made a beeline for it.  “Yes, it sure is pretty, isn’t it?” I said, “but it can only take a 40W bulb!”  You see, I had already admired this pendant for quite a while online, trying to convince myself that I could coax enough light out of a 40W bulb, but knowing I couldn’t.

So I was surprised when Shay (fully knowing my mom’s vision issues) replied, “So?”

“Well –”

“We can get a 40W halogen that will throw more light than a regular bulb, and put that in here.  It’ll concentrate all the light downward, too.”

“Oh… that’s right.  I did just read about some new halogens Phillips came out with because of the ban.”  And off we headed toward the bulbs.  There they were… 40W halogens that claimed to throw the light of a 75W incandescent.  So we bought one, along with the light fixture.

On Christmas day, Mom opened a gift to find an electrical box.  Deconstructed gifts are fun!  :D  Next, she opened the light bulb.  Then, a wooden plaque (to cover the hole in the ceiling that would be left by the old fixture).  By this time, she was thoroughly bumfuzzled.  Finally, the light fixture.  She almost cried, she was so happy.

Shay drilled holes in the plaque, and then it was mine to paint.  So I pulled out our box of craft paints, and went to work.

The cabinetry is a warm, but somewhat medium-dark, honey brown. I wanted to complement the color, because I didn't even want to try to match it.

I chose red, yellow, black, yellow ochre, and gold. I painted rough stripes, blending the edges of the colors into each other with my fingers. I mixed a dark brownish-red for the sides. Once I had it painted, it wasn't what i had been going for. It was a lot of very bright contrast, but it was pretty. I thought about doing a wash with some tea-colored paint in matte medium to tone things down to where I wanted them, but I was afraid to. Doing a wash is a risk. You can't be sure how it's going to turn out until it is dry. When Shay saw it, he suggested I do a wash. So... I pulled out the matte medium and the tea color, and painted over it. As soon as I laid down my first brush stroke, I knew I had guessed my paint:medium ratio incorrectly. It was too late, however, so I finished painting over it. Once dried, it was EXACTLY what I had wanted from the beginning!

The next day, Shay installed the new fixture.

The painted plaque looks great against the wood!

The fixture is just so pretty, and the light that the halogen throws from it is amazing! Mom loves it, and so do I -- it was dark in the sink even for me, and I have good eyes.

Here’s a link to the fixture at the store: http://www.homedepot.com/Kitchen-Kitchen-Lighting-Pendants/h_d1/N-5yc1vZbn5w/R-202828247/h_d2/ProductDisplay?catalogId=10053&langId=-1&storeId=10051

Another chore she does a lot of is laundry.  Needless to say, vision is very helpful in determining which clothes go to which person in the family.  We have two men, two women, a teenage daughter who is taller than either of the women, and a son who is working on it.  Mom, with her vision going more and more, has been misdirecting laundry more and more, and it’s been frustrating for her.  But she doesn’t want to stop doing laundry, it helps her contribute.

But what to do to make it easier for her to tell the clothes apart?

Fabric paint in primary colors.

I tried finding non-puffy fabric paint, but couldn’t.  I couldn’t get dye pens, because that would just mix with whatever color was already in the fabric.  So I got this paint, and assigned a color to Shay, the kids, and myself.  My mom will get a few things marked, and my uncle will, too, but if we clear up these four people, Mom should find things much easier.

ILoveBunnies and Bunny-Wan Kenobi were each assigned their favorite color.  I gave Shay red, and took yellow for myself.  That left the black to be used where needed.

A pile of newly-marked unmentionables and socks.

We turned the unmentionables inside-out, and I dispensed a little paint either beside or above the tag.  I spread the paint out into a square shape, giving a nice-size blob of color for Mom to see.  I rubbed the paint into the fabric so it wouldn’t be puffed.  When it dried, the paint was scratchy, and I was concerned.  But when we started wearing them, none of us noticed it.  The marking will continue into other clothes now.

Thankfully, Mom just got a new set of glasses, and it turns out that, while her right eye really cannot be helped anymore, the new prescription for her left eye has made a real difference for her!  She had gotten to the point at which watching TV was really difficult.  We don’t watch a lot on TV… mostly very old shows and very old movies.  Still, it’s fun to watch these old things together.  With her new glasses, she can make out what is on the screen.

BUT much more importantly, she picked up her Bible tonight, which had grown dusty because she could no longer read it (large print).  She found that she can read it again!  It isn’t easy, but she can read it!