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  • Books Read January 2013

    I read three books in January.  None of them were difficult so it would seem that I could have managed to write about them and get them off my desk sooner.  At the same time, they were, for the most part, non-fiction and I have a tougher time writing about non-fiction books than fiction.  It must be something about the way my brain is wired.  Facts are important and useful, but my focus is elsewhere.

     

    9780316182317_p0_v1_s114x166The first book was The Violinist's Thumb by Sam Kean, which I found to a fascinating and entertaining read.  Kean has a great talent for making difficult subjects clear and easy to understand.  Of course the technique he uses, of combining the story of DNA with the stories of the scientists who study it and the lives of people who are affected by specific attributes of DNA, was gauranteed to attract me at least, loving stories as I do, especially as these stories illustrate ideas that challenge the way I think about the world.  I have to say that it was a worthwhile book, fast and fun, but which has made a lasting impression.

     

    FastTract_Revised_Cover_WebSize_300ppi2-195x300Next up was Norm Robillard's Fast Track Digestion Heartburn which was recommended to me by a friend. Since this particular friend is strictly low-carb, almost to the point of fanatacism, and she knows that I manage my own heartburn issues by managing carb levels, (but not nearly as strictly) I assumed this book would be another text recommending the complete abandonment of carbohydrates in the diet.   

     

    I was pleased however, to learn that my assumptions were incorrect. Although Dr. Robillard does recommend a diet far lower in carbs than is common in the Standard American Diet (SAD), he does not advocate the elimination of all carbs.  In fact he acknowledges that some low carb foods can contribute to heartburn, and acknowledges that certain carbohydrates, including some varieties of rice, do not contribute to intestinal distress.  I found his arguments interesting and compelling.  

     

    There is a lot of science in this book including a thorough discussion of the different types of sugars and carbohydrates and the process of digestion with an analysis of why some foods are more digestable than others.  There are also lots of diagrams of sugar molecules, monosaccharides and disaccharides, as well as a few more complex forms and I found this fascinating.  It was like a trip back to my freshman year in college only this time I was more interested in these little figures because I now have a practical basis for relating them to my own life.    Not being a scientist and not really having a particularly scientific way of looking at the world, perhaps my views are simplistic, although I must say that looking at these little monosaccharide drawings and noting the difference between fructose and all the other simple sugars really helped clarify the argument that fructose is not as readily absorbed by the body as other simple sugars, with all the attendant complications that may cause.  This was an Aha! moment for me simply because I know I am fructose intolerant and this has been confirmed by hydrogen breath testing.  I discovered this during the process of actually being diagnosed as celiac, although the people who ran my test felt very strongly that fructose intolerance was more common than most people realized. Anyway, this is just a roundabout way of saying that Dr. Robillard also recommends limiting high fructose fruits and foods.

     

    For those who suffer from heartburn, or those who have family members who suffer from heartburn, I believe this is an interesting and informative book with compelling arguments.  The book only concerns itself with digestive issues however, not general health, and is therefore limited to that part of the population (not small) who suffers from indigestion, heartburn, or any of their attendant symptoms. I am personally am not inclined to take heartburn medicines, except under duress and for very short term use, as I feel they simply mask symptoms but do nothing to solve the problem, so I am biased toward dietary changes as opposed to medications to solve digestive problems.  It seems obvious to me that what we eat is the biggest contributing factor in digestive issues, and probably one of the biggest environmental factors in many other diseases of civilization. In this I agree with Dr. Robillard although my opinions are only anecdotal, based on my own exeriences.    

     

    I must note that I I pretty much ignored the last half of the book, which is a list of recipes and menus, and a breakdown of Dr. Robillard's formula determining  the carbs, fiber, and fermentation potential of various foods.  I have worked out a diet that works for me, but this is probably a good reference work to keep around, at least for now. 

     

    51cYvfpa4SL._SL500_AA300_At last, after plowing through both of these books I got to a little fiction in the form of the short, but not so sweet, tale The Night Bookmobile by Audrey Niffeneggar which I found to be just wonderful if also somewhat disconcerting.  In this brief story, a young woman, Lexi, has had a fight with her boyfriend and is out walking the streets of Chicago in the wee hours of the morning when she comes across a Winnebago which, she learns, is the night bookmobile and it contains everything she has read in her lifetime. She wishes to stay forever but as dawn breaks the bookmobile closes and she is forced to leave.  She is bereft.  Lexi becomes obsessed with finding the bookmobile again, and in the process she changes her life and her career, perhaps finding a path that is more suited to her temperament. But she cannot let go of the bookmobile and her dream of inhabiting it forever. This is a very short but very rewarding look at the joys of reading, the claims books make on us, the tension between the inner life and the life of the world and the danger of losing oneself completely in books as a refuge from life.   Does this not sound likea book that would appeal to me?  The Night Bookmobile definitely is my favorite book from January.

     

     

    The Violinist's Thumb, image from bn.com.

    Fast Track Digestion Heartburn image from fasttrackdigestion.com.

    Image of The Night Bookmobile from amazon.com

  • Slow

    2013 has gotten off to a slow start.  Although this forced cutting-back and drawing-in has at times been difficult, there have been advantages in this withdrawal as it has forced me to look within and reevaluate the paths in which I, the inner person who is Mardel, interracts with the external world.  In doing so I have  hopefully begun the process of dismantling that disconnect that has seemingly always existed between who I am, my talents and passions, and the persona I present to the world.

     

    I could say that all this is due to a bad back, and such a statement would in fact be partially true.  My back has been bad.  I did something when decorating the Christmas tree, reaching in to hang an ornament, and started an extended spiral of back pain that continues still.  I didn't know then what I know now.  I tried to exercise, as I have in the past, with some success, only to push myself too far and start another backward spiral. It is better now.  I am on the long road back to health, knowing far more about how my own quirky architecture works,  as well as how to protect and strengthen it.  I am determined.  Obvious as it is, I had neglected to accept that my own physical self and its congenital anomalies shape who I am as much as do thoughts and feelings.  I cannot be who I am despite my back, just as I cannot be who I am apart from the world.  I must be the person I am with my back and in the world.  As easy that sounds, and as easy as it is to write that sentence,  living with and in oneself and in the world is never actually easy.

     

    However I also recognize that were I still living in Hyde Park, nice as that community was, and would be had my circumstances and my inner ability to deal with them been better, I would be suffering more.  Much of my ability to use this time to my advantage has come about becasue of my move to Knoxville, the welcoming community at the Episcopal Church of the Ascension, and the friends I have found.  For this I am thankful.  Although I did not think I wanted to move here, and I fought this move in my heart even as I packed, it is obvious to me now that this is exactly where I need to be.

     

    There will finally be more posts coming up in the pipeline.  To start, this week I will finally catch up with reading for the first two months of the year. Neither post should be lengthy as I have only finished 6 books this year, although there are far more than this piled up by my bedside.  Afterwards, we shall see….

  • Seeking the quiet space

     

     

    Yesterday I went to a Lenten Women's retreat.  This was a good place for me, offering a structure and a quiet place to become reacquainted wth that inner part of myself that prefers the silence, a part of me that had been rather peripatetic of late, incapable of slowing down.

     

    Since I generally feel most comfortable expressing myself through the written word, I participated in the writing segment, where we were supposed to write our thoughts after reading a version (NRSV) of Psalm 16.  As we took turns reading, these words begged to be written down.  I am not a poet. This is my interpretation risiing from the place I am at this moment.  In that, it is enough:

     

    Help me, hold me,

    Wrap me in your love.

    Awe in your works can brighten my days

    but much distraction darkens my soul

    and I must avoid following it's path.

    Your spirit guides me

    It wraps me in beauty

    and brings me peace and joy.

    For I know you will protect me

    and lead me to the path of light.

     

    Photo: Strait of Magellan at dawn. Source: en.wiki. Courtesy Wikimedia Commons, here.

     

  • Personal History

    While I was contemplating the jumbled mess that has overtaken my virtual desktop, I rediscovered this photo that I took on Christmas day of the table setting for Christmas dinner.

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    The post I had intended to write wasn't really about Christmas, per se, but about family and history, and, as it has been mulling about in my brain it seemed about time to clear off the mental cobwebs and get it out of the virtual attic.

     

    The table setting is really a mishmash of things, rough and informal, precious and formal, dainty and delicate mixed with modern.  Stylistically probably not a success. But it was the mix that drew me in, the way we gather our families and our friends to our hearts, and how the bits and pieces of our histories portray bits and pieces of who we are.

     

    The centerpiece had been on the table for weeks and I was too lazy to move it and put down a cloth.  Somehow, to my mind, it all worked in a way that was perhaps more charming, if not more elegant, than if I had stripped the table down and started fresh. For a dinner filled with family we had a table filled with history.

     

    Unfortunately the history was mostly mine as there is very little of G's family artifacts that have survived other than photographs.  When his family came to the US, fleeing Austria prior to WWII, the ship containing their possessions was sunk by the Germans and they arrived with only their personal items, a few family photographs, and other small items. We have a few things, our hold on the previous generations is more tenuous with fewer tangible artificats to anchor our memories.

     

    The centerpiece I didn't want to move was my maternal grandmother's creche set.  She purchased it in Columbia, where they lived a few years when my mother was a girl.  I love the rough simplicity of the set, and the wonderful figures, carved in clay with their interesting faces and dress, a fascinating blend of European and indiginous Columbian features.  They remind me of my grandmother but gazing upon them also makes me think about how broad are the bonds that bind humanity, and how small those bonds make the world.  I know I've shared them with you before, but this was the first year I put these figures on my dining table, and I think they are well suited to its own rustic origins, built as it is from old heart-pine boards and beams that had once been someone's home.  A table with its own history to bring to our story.

     

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    But what is the rest of the story here?

    The china and silver were my great grandmother's and as she died when I was young I know little of her history.  I know she purchased these herself, after they had made enough money to indulge in a few nice things.  Although she came from a family of means, a family who played a role in the history in this country, she abandoned it all when she eloped and ran off to Texas. Although some part of me would like to know something about those distant relatives, the fact that she chose these things herself now makes them all the more precious to me. Her choice of patterns, Varenne by Haviland, and Buttercup by Gorham, suit each other perfectly.  Their delicate rose patterns remind me of her as I remember her, my Mamie, as we called her, Rose Belle Reed Wentz.

     

    Truthfully, when I first received this china, when I was in my 20's, I didn't like it much, insisting it was not too my taste, it was too fusty and feminine.  But I have mellowed with time and become more comfortable with this part of myself and my history.  Perhaps I have even admitted that I like pink and gold china (don't tell anyone), but mostly I like how it connects me to those Roses who have come before me.

     

    The crystal water goblets and the vaseline glass wine glasses were my paternal grandmother's, my grandmother Mardel, after whom I was named, Rose Belle's daughter.  The smaller glasses are contemporary glasses I purchased after I was married, hand made by an artist in New Orleans.  My mother was with me on that trip, a trip made all the more memorable because I shared it with her.  Six generations at our Christmas table:  the three Roses (Rose Belle, and two Rose Mardels) represented by the china, silver and glass, my mother's mother, Marie, in the creche figures, four generations in spirit even though my mother was not able to join us, I felt her presence there through the gathering of the family artifacts, joining the three generations at the table: G and myself; his daughter and her husband; their son, our grandson.

    And no, G's family was not left out.  The hand-embroidered placemats, inherited from G's grandmother, formed the foundation upon which all this history and sharing of family connections was gathered together. Six generations, two continents, one family.    

     

    We may claim that is our choices that define us but this is only partially true.  We are shaped by what came before whether we chose to acknowledge it or not.  Let us hold it close, joy and sorrow, lest we forget our true selves.

     

     

  • Circles of Color

    Hmm, It seems I have been enveloped in a bit of a fog.  Although I like to think I accept change and am grounded in reality, this is probably a bit delusional.  My heart doesn't always want to admit what my brain knows to be true. 

     

    And yet, there is comfort in fog, not just disbelief, and we are ready for the sun to rise, it all fades away.

     

    I am rather out of practice at writing.  There is much I have wanted to say, perhaps some if it is still there, floating around in my brain; perhaps it will emerge.  In the meantime at least I have a little knitting.

     

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    There are several failed sweaters sitting in a pile upstairs.  I can't face them yet.  Let's just say that I have had other priorities.  

     

    This scarf, however, was a success.  The pattern is Spectra, by Stephen West, knit in Madeline Tosh Merino Light and Noro Silk Garden Sock. If you look at the photo in the link you will not exactly see my scarf.  My gauge is smaller, intentionally so, and as a result my spectra is smaller and more scarf-like in scale.  I like to think it is more feminine, but perhaps it is just girlish.  

     

    Nonetheless, I love it.  It is the scarf I wanted.  As there are no further photos, you will just have to let your imagination soar.

     

     

     

  • Booklist 2012

    Somewhere along the path that was 2012 I stopped blogging about books read.  Primarily I had doubts as to whether it was relevant to anything at all, even to myself, but also it was just a scattered year full of changes and there were times when both reading and blogging fell by the wayside.  

     

    It was not my best year, reading-wise.  I didn't read anything for rwo months, and yet I still managed to read only 62 books.  Granted  a significant number of them were light escapist reading,  with less than half (26) being books that made me think, reconsider, or open my eyes or mind in any new ways, but I think it is ot so much what I read that is important, but that I read, and that I found it worthwhile for whatever reason.
    Now I shall subject you to the list. (an * has been placed at the end of each book which is light, escapist reading)
    1. Azar Nafisi. Thing I've Been Silent About
    2. Andrea Eames. Cry of the Go Away Bird
    3. Danielle Steele. 44 Charles Street *
    4. Charles Frazier. Nightwoods 
    5. Diane Mott Davidson. Crunch Time *
    6. Danielle Steele. Happy Birthday *
    7. Danielle Steele. Hotel Vendome*
    8. Stuart Woods. Grass Roots *
    9. Sophie Kinsella. I've Got Your Number *
    10. Paul Fussell. Class
    11 John T. Molloy. Why Men Marry Some Women and not others
    12. Dan Wells. Partials
    13. Isabel Wilkerson. The Warmth of Other Suns
    14. Carré Otis. Beauty Disrupted
    15. Alexandra Zissu. The Conscious Kitchen
    16. Mark Walton. Boundless Potential
    17. Suze Orman. Young Fabulous and Broke
    18. Suze Orman. Women and Money 
    19 Annabel Pitcher. My Sister Lives on the Mantelpiece
    20. Tim Gunn. Shaken not Stirred *
    21. Diane Mott Davidson. Dark Tort *
    22. Diane Mott Davidson. Sweet Revenge *
    23. Diane Mott Davidson. Catering to Nobody *
    24. Diane Mott Davidson. Dying for Chocolate *
    25. Diane Mott Davidson. The Cereal Murders *
    26. Diane Mott Davidson. The Last Suppers*
    27. Diane Mott Davidson. The Main Corpse *
    28. Diane Mott Davidson. The Grilling Season *
    29. Diane Mott Davidson. Prime Cut *
    30. Diane Mott Davidson. Sticks and Scones *
    32. Diane Mott Davidson. Chopping Spree *
    33. Diane Mott Davidson. Double Shot *
    34. Carolly Erikson. The Last Wife of Henry VIII *
    35. Margaret Lazarus Dean. The Time it Takes to Fall
    36. Michael Chabon. The Final Solution
    37. Eric Abrahamson. A Perfect Mess
    38. Karent Thompson Walker. The Age of Miracles.
    39. Maria Dueñas. The Time In Between.
    40. Andrea Pomerantz Lustig. How to Look Expensive *
    41. Jennifer Baumgartner. You are What You Wear *
    42. Penelope Fitzgerald. Offshore.
    43. Elizabeth L. Cline. Overdressed: The Shockingly High Cost of Cheap Fashion.
    44. David Brooks. The Social Animal.
    45. America's Test Kitchen. Slow Cooker Revolution
    46. Luca Turin. Perfumes: The Guide.
    47. Anne Lamott. Traveling Mercies.
    48. Elizabeth Warren. The Two-Income Trap: Why American Middle Class Families are Going Broke.
    49. Gillian Flynn.  Gone Girl.
    50. Thomas J. Stanley. The Millionaire Next Door.
    51. Suzette Hollingsworth. The Paradox *
    52. Suzette Hollingsworth. The Conspiracy. *
    53. Lee Child. Bad Luck and Trouble. *
    54. C.S. Lewis. Out of the Silent Planet.
    55. C.S. Lewis. Perelandra.
    56. Diane Ackerman, The Zookeeper's Wife
    57. C.S. Lewis That Hideous Strength.
    58. Keith Devlin. Introduction to Mathematical Thinking.
    59. Andy Andrews. How Do You Kill Eleven Million People? * (stupid)
    60. Lisa Jackson. Unspoken. *
    61. Tom Clancy. Locked On. *
  • Make This

    This week I cooked this (not my photo):

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    chicken with clementines and arak (courtesy Jonathan Lovekin via wsj.com)

    It was fabulous and I will be making it many times this clementine season, and hopefully next week for family dinner night, when both of G's children are here with their families.  The recipe is from the new book by Yotam Ottolenghi that I wrote about last week, Jerusalem, but this particular recipe is available all over the web, at epicurious, and in a Wall Street Journal article from this past September.

     

    Probably the only tricky ingredient in this recipe is the Arak, but as the recipe states you can substitute Ouzo or Pernod.  If it were me, I think I would chose Pastis before Pernod, as I personally find Pernod too sweet and the dish is already sweet enough, but that is just me, and I find that both Ouzo and Pastis have a drier herbal anise flavor and are less sweet than some of the other anise liquors.   Since I do have Arak, and I have to thank my lovely step-daughter and her husband for bringing some to me last summer after their visit to NY, it is not an issue in my house.  There are quite a few things I cook with Arak, so it has become a kitchen staple, but It is one of those things that I erroneously believed were available everywhere, as it was widely available in the Hudson Valley, only to find there is no Arak in Knoxville.  There are a lot of things I thought were widely available, and now I realize how truly spoiled I was, culinarily at least.  That, however, is another story.

     

    Anyway, I didn't make this exactly as written, although my modifications are quite small.  The original recipe called for 3 tablespoons of brown sugar, but when I went to the sugar jar I only had two tablespoons left and I use a fair-trade dark brown sugar that I find has a wonderfully rich sweet flavor that is more pronounced than standard supermarket brown sugar.  (yes it is true, I buy everything based on how I think it tastes; no detail is too minor to ignore.)  I could have used some other kind of sugar, but felt that the dish would probably be sweet enough for my taste, given all the citrus flavors, and I left it out.  The original recipe also calls for 3 tablespoons each of orange juice and lemon juice, and I omitted the orange juice.  I am sure the original is wonderful, perhaps even more wonderful than my version, but the final dish had a rich luscious citrus flavor and was plenty sweet for our tastes.  You will have to make your own judgements.

     

    Roasted Chicken with Clementines and Arak

    serves 4

    modified from Jerusalem by Yotam Ottolenghi

    6 tablespoons Arak

    4 tablespoons olive oil

    3 tablespoons freshly squeezed lemon juice

    2 tablespoons grainy mustard

    2 tablespoons dark brown sugar

    2 1/2 teaspoons kosher salt *

    1 1/2 teaspoons freshly ground black pepper

    2 medium fennel bulbs, cut in half lengthwise, then each half cut in quarters

    2 pounds bone-in chicken thighs. **

    1 teaspoon fresh thyme leaves, minced

    4 clementines, unpeeled, thinly sliced

    2 1/2 teaspoons fennel seeds, lightly crushed

    minced parsley for garnish

    Put the first five ingredients in a large mixing bowl and add 2 1/2 teaspoons salt and 1 1/2 teaspoons of black pepepr.  Whisk well and set aside.

    Add the fennel, chicken pieces, clementine slices, thyme and fennel seeds to the liquid and stir well with your hands.  Place chicken in the refrigerator to marinate for at least a few hours and up to overnight.  The authors say it is fine to skip the marinade step if you are short on time.

    Preheat the oven to 475° F.  Transfer the chicken and its marinade to a roasting pan or baking sheet large enough to accommodate everything comfortably in a single layer.  The chicken skin should be facing up.  Once the oven is heated, put the pan in the oven and roast for 35 to 45 minutes, until the chicken is colored and cooked through.

    Lift the chicken, fennel, and clementines from the pan and arrange on a serving platter; cover and keep warm.  Pour the cooking liquid into a small saucepan and place it over medium-high heat.  Bring the liquid to a boil and simmer until the sauce is reduced by one-third, so you are left with about 1/3 cup.  Pour the hot sauce over the chicken, garnish with the parsley, and serve.

     

    *  I use Diamond Crystal Kosher Salt, which is produced by a different method than most salts with the result that it has half the weight per volume as does table salt or Morton Kosher salt. Therefore a teaspoon of Diamond Crystal salt will taste less salty than Morton Kosher salt because there is less salt per teaspoon. If you use a different brand you will have to adjust the quanitity of salt to your taste.  Diamond Crystal salt does not seem to be available in Knoxville. I tried many other salts before deciding it wasn't worth trying to relearn 30 years of cooking habits.  I did learn that Maldon Sea Salt is a good substitute, as it is slightly lighter per volume than Diamond, but as it costs roughly six times as much, I finally ordered the Diamond kosher salt and am a much happier cook.  I do have a box of Morton Kosher salt which is used only for cleaning my cast-iron skillets.

     

    ** The original recipe calls for a 2-3 pound chicken.  Chickens are variable things, and I am sure the weight and amount of meat on a chicken can be highly dependent on diet as well as breed, and this varies probably from place to place.  In Hyde Park there was a free-range poultry farm in the next town, and they raised several types of chicken.  Their small chickens (2-3 pounds) were meaty and good.  I have not found a similar locally raised organic or sustainably-raised free range chicken in Knoxville.  The small chickens I have purchased seem to be skinnier cousins of the same birds that are good at 4-5 pounds.  Hence they are all bone with little meat and do not serve 4 people.  The organic chickens sold in the stores are also larger.  If I want less than 4 or 5 pounds of chicken, but still want the flavor bones will add to the final dish, I opt for bone-in chicken thighs.

  • Lighting up the Darkness

    Yesterday evening, when I went outside to turn on the holiday lights**, I looked up and saw the remnants of this beautiful sunset.  I paused and turned the lights on first, then ran inside to get my camera.  

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    I barely made it in time.

     

    Then I snapped another picture as I came back inside.  

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    This is the first year I have put decorations outside the house, as our previous home was not visible from the road.  I would only decorate if we were having a party, and we had not had a party during the holiday season for many many years.

     

    In early November I got really excited about Christmas and holiday decorating.  The last few years had been difficult and I struggled with capturing that hopefullness that Advent and preparing for the winter holidays entails.  Not this year.  I started planning the outside lights early, knowing full well that the covenants of my new neighborhood do not allow lights on the house or large displays.  I wanted something pretty but discreet, and it is possible I erred on the side of over-discretion, but I do like the result. 

     

    IMG_7814I knew I couldn't put anything up more than a month in advance, and I have never been among the tribe who decorate for Christmas over Thanksgiving.  In my mind, Advent and holiday lights are combined, and in the past I always aimed for the first Sunday in Advent as "tree day".  Despite my early exuberance, the week after Thanksgiving and the first week of Advent were a little rocky and my hopeful mood slipped behind some clouds.   We pulled ourselves together this week though, and the tree is up and the decorations have been hauled out of the attic and unpacked.  

     

    The sunset the other night, combined with the rituals of decorating and lighting, have reminded me, once again, of the importance of slowing down and taking time.  It reminded me of the importance of ritual, and how sometimes ritual can help ease our path to joy.

     

    There is no doubt that G is somewhere along the path of his own personal sunset, his own journey through darkness, and I was reminded, as I looked at this sunset, and turned and saw our lights how important it is to take time and celebrate the small joys in each day.

     

    What I love about the entire Advent, Christmas, Hannukah, Winter Solstice, or Whatever-you-call-it Season is the emphasis on hope and joy.  In the darkest days of the year we focus on hope and promise and the sharing of gifts; we focus on coming out of darkness and into rebirth.  It isn't always easy.  In fact the culture we live in can make it harder to focus on these small joys as we fight the frenetic pace of holiday traffic and the cult of more.  But the lights still come on.  And joy is waiting if we pause long enough to take a breath.

     

    **my lights do have timers, but the timers only run for 8 hours.  If I turn the lights on at night, the house is dark when I leave for the gym at 5:45 AM.  It brings me great joy to see the sparkle of tiny lights in the early morning and is well worth the effort of a twice daily walk with my trusty remote.

     

  • Experimenting with Winter Salads

    One of the things that I found particularly nice about Thanksgiving this year was that I was able to spend time cooking in a relaxed way.  This inspired me to return to my cookbook collection and to purchase a couple of new cookbooks as well, filled as I was with the joy of anticipation of happy hours spent in the kitchen.  

     

    IMG_7802My kitchen time hasn't worked out to be quite as stress-free as I had hoped, but I have nonetheless, been playing around with new flavors.

     

    This is a roasted cauliflower, celery and pomegranate seed salad from the new cookbook by Yotam Ottolenghi, Jerusalem.  It was quite delicious, and better yet, it was also excellent pureed.
    9781607743941_p0_v1_s260x420 In fact, it may have been even better in the pureed form.  This is my new priority in the kitchen, as long as G still enjoys eating, the food needs to be good for me and enjoyable for him as well.

     

    Of course, I was not surprised. Ottolenghi's two previous cookbooks have been great successes in my kitchen, and many of our staple dishes and family favorties have come from them, especially the first, eponymously named book:  Ottolenghi.

     

    One of the unexpected joys of this book has been how many salads and dishes there are that employ winter vegetables.  Now that we have returned to that season when I must rely on grocery-store produce, that alone is a great boon.

     

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    We have also tried, and enjoyed, roasted butternut squash and red onion with tahini and za'atar, which is also excellent left over, as shown here over lettuce (not part of the original recipe).  In fact it works better for G with the addition of the lettuce, which lightens the puree.  

     

    I originally served the squash as a side with the recipe for chicken adobo, which I cooked without the potatoes since I was serving the butternut squash.  The chicken is another dish I highly recommend, although it is unfortunately not nearly as photogenic as it is flavorful. 

     

    Next up will be a few recipes featuring kohlrabi, one of G's favorite vegetables.  There used to be annual skirmishes in our Hyde Park garden between G and the woodchucks over who would had first dibs on the kohlrabi crop. Now I just have to drive up the road to a local grocery store.

  • Mundanities

    Here I am.  Better late than never I suppose.

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    (we were supposed to do an initial, but I had to get all fancy and try somethng special with my initals)

    I meant to write yesterday, I woke up all focused and raring to go and then got worn down by all the simple and totally mundane stuff that needed to be done:  

        1. Gym

        2.  Have breakfast with my sweetie.

        3. Recycleville (you know the place one takes the cardboard, plastic etc.(It seems by the time I move to Knoxville, the curbside recycling slots had all been taken).  Actually it is a fun trip.  G likes putting the aluminum cans and the cardboard in their respective bins, while I run around with the other stuff.

        4. Audiologists to get a malfunctioning hearing aide repaired.

        5. Lunch with my sweetie: vegetable soup and bacon-wrapped chicken.

        6. Combined Costo and Sam's Club runs. 

        7.  Early dinner with my sweetie (Shepherd's Pie and Mustard Greens)

        8.  Needlepoint class.

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    Actually I am behind in the needlepoint class.  Not behind on lessons per se, but I am the only one in my section at least who hasn't completed the borders, and that did put me a little behind last week, in that they all learned a stitch that I didn't.  Well I listened and did it anyway.  Now I am back in step.  But I'm going to finish those borders.

     
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    Once I catch up, we will have Christmas break and I can either start on another project while I wait for the next lesson.  Or I can turn my attentions back to knitting, which I have had to give up in order to keep up with the needlepoint.  Obviously my classmates don't knit while they watch TV, or they have more time on their hands than I manage, or they just watch more TV. Or they just manage their time better than I manage mine.  The latter is the most likely.  

     

    In the short term, I am looking forward to stretching my legs out on the sofa and working on this some more tonight.  I overdid something at the gym today and my knees are complaining rather vociferously.  I knew it, and I did it anyway so I have no one to blame but myself.  I just wanted to master a particular move.  Perhaps finding the right balance of mental focus is an issue, as in fitting in time to do the things I want to do, but at the same time not focusing on one thing so intently that I ignore everything else, including warnings that I am over-doing.