Category: Books

  • Book Review: Wrong

    41ZNMqfNnnL._SL500_AA300_ I picked up Wrong: Why Experts Keep Failing Us and How to Know When not to Trust Them  by David Freedman on a whim.  If anything I was biased toward enjoying a book like this ever since I read Good Calories, Bad Calories, which made me incredibly angry even as I questioned everything, both the research which Taubes referred to in his book, and Taubes own conclusions.  

     

    But Wrong is not nearly as good or compelling as Taubes' book.  Although the book was somewhat interesting, it really offered very little that was new or particularly enlightening; it was more useful as a reminder of how even well-meaning and well-constructed research can go wrong as well the realities of publishing and the ways in which the need for new and compelling materials magnifies the problem.  All of this is interesting but not interesting enough to fill an entire book, a book that basically tells the reader to trust his or her own common sense and approach expert information with a healthy dose of skepticism.

     

    The simple truth is that we are all overwhelmed with too much information and too much media all competing to win our attention and loyalty.  We want simple answers and are too willing to accept them simply because it makes life easier and less frightening.   I think this book is appealing to that all too human desire to know how to know who you should believe and how to discern the difference, but of course any simple answer to that question would probably be wrong.

  • 2010 Reading List, Part 2

    Somehow I rarely managed to review books last year, and although I thought of doing a book review of the last one or two read in December, I instead opted to just start fresh with the new year.  In early July I posted a list of the books I read in the first six months of the year, and I shall finish out now with books read in the final six months of 2010, with a few comments in lieu of reviews, as in the previous post, and links to the very few reviews. 

     

    31. Robert Ludlum, The Paris Option

    32. John McPhee, Assembling California

    33. David Byrne, Bicycle Diaries

    34. Sue Grafton, B is for Burglar

    35. Lee Child, Tripwire

    36. David McCullough, John Adams

    37. Arthur Krystal, A Company of Readers

    38. Anna Quindlen,  Every Last One

    39. James Hollis, The Middle Passage (not a review as it was written when I was only partially through the book)

    40. Jacqueline Novogratz, The Blue Sweater (thought provoking)

    41. Allegra Goodman, The Cookbook Collector

    42. David Cullen, Columbine (riviting, well written, disturbing and ultimately heartbreaking)

    43. Peter Murphy, John the Revelator

    44. Abigail Thomas, A Three Dog Life (hit surprisingly close to home in ways I did not expect).

    45. Laura Munson, This is Not the Story You Think It Is

    46. Kate Christensen, The Epicure's Lament (compelling.  Spot on humor and good writing)

    47. Clara Parkes, The Knitter's Book of Wool

    48. Barbara Sher, I Could Do Anything if I Only Knew What It Was

    49. Sam Wasson, Fifth Avenue, 5 AM (entertaining fluff but a let-down)

    50. Tonya Plank, Swallow

    51.  Barbara Sher, Refuse to Choose (really helped me)

    52.  Betty Fussell, My Kitchen Wars (Fussell's journalistic prose is not up to the story, but her repetition of pat phrases really managed to capture something of the age and milieu)

    53. Leslie Chang, Factory Girls. (eye-opening)

    54. Christos Tsiolkas, The Slap. (interesting, well-written novel, mostly unlikeable characters who in the end have to decide what they want in life and where they wish to draw the line)

    55. Marie Bostwick, A Thread So Thin

    56. Dominique Browning, Slow Love

    57. Margaux Tartarotti, The Fine Art of Dressing

    58. Helen Garner, The Spare Room (unsentimental and beautiful novel about friendship and death)

    59. Annie Dillard, The Maytrees (poetic.  I need to read this again to truly form an opinion.  It may be groundbreaking; it may be merely difficult, I remain uncertain as to my reaction as I was not focused enough when I read it.  Dillard has an amazing talent for putting abstract feelings and those fleeting moments of emotional clarity into words)

    60. Janie Bryant, The Fashion File

    61. Elizabeth George, This Body of Death (very satisfying)

    In the future I will subject you to only one master list, but also to more frequent reviews.

     

     

     

     

     

     

  • There were gifts: The Books

    I would have been perfectly happy this Christmas without any additional gifts this Christmas; my main gift was having G come home to me, and it was topped off with a visit from family including my adorable grandson.  But of course, Santa did not forget Grandma.

     

    Among those gifts were two wonderful style books, and since I have a fondness and weakness for style books, these were gifts that were particularly close to my heart.

     

    0399525688.01._SX140_SY225_SCLZZZZZZZ_ First there was The Fine Art of Dressing by Margaux Tartarotti, which is a very interesting book and one which I like quite a bit.  It is not a book that requires a lot of reading.  The introductory chapters are brief and give a brief summary of color, pattern and line.  

     

    It is after this introductory setion tht you get into the fun part of this book.  Rather than using the commonly used body types of pear, apple, rectangle etc, the author defines six body types naming them for the artists who tended to portray them in their work. Gimmick perhaps, but it works. First of all it avoids the stereotypical associations of "apple" or "pear" and makes each figure type seem desirable.  After all, who wouldn't rather be a Modigliani than a pear, or a Gaugin rather than in inverted triangle?  Since the author uses line drawings of the figures used by each artist, these figures are also somewhat easier to identifiy with than the illustrations in many style books.  The descriptions of each figure are also simple, highlighting key points without going into complicated descriptions.

     

    What I found most useful was the way the author gives a chart for each figure type defining the key shapes and why they work, including shoes and accessories.  There are several illustrations  of key looks with bullet-points describing key features and why they are important.  Then each body type ends with a summary  consisting of line drawings showing the key lines, including side and views, and the major silhouettes to avoid.

     

    As you move from your body type to the end of the book there is another series of charts showing key garment lines and ranking them from worst to best for each body type.  After the charts is a greater discussion of various figure issues and how to dress for them, including a discussion and illustration of the best swimsuit shapes for each type.

     

    What I liked about this book is its simplicity.  You don't have to read a lot.  You don't really have to measure anything, the descriptions are good, and the charts are convenient too.  I can see keeping a copy of the chart handy for those times when I am looking at patterns and can't decide if something will actually work for me or not.  Of course no formula will account for everything, and styling matters too, but there is useful information in this book.

     

    8255371 The second book, The Fashion File by Janie Bryant, was more exciting, visually appealing, and just fun to read, but ultimately less useful.  The book is "dishy" and fun  but it offers nothing really new.  It looks at dressing with the eye of a costume designer, which is fine and not at all unexpected considering that Janie Bryant is a costume designer, and as I mentioned before the illustrations are fabulous.  The sections where Ms. Bryant wrote about how she defines the character by clothing and cut and color was fascinating, and her take on vintage clothes and how to combine them to create a modern silhouette was also interesting.  I am happy to have read the book but it is not a book to hold my interest after the initial thrill.

     

  • An Hour at the Culinary Institute

    Picture 9 Yesterday morning I sat out on the plaza at the CIA (Culinary Institute of America) for half an hour, sipping a cappuccino and just enjoying the cool, sunny September morning.  I had been there a couple of days before, over the weekend, when the plaza was pretty empty. But on a Tuesday morning the plaza was busy with students walking back and forth and few visitors toting bags from the bookstore or just enjoying the view.

     

    Truthfully I was one of those people toting bags at one point.  I had an hour to myself while G was taking an exercise class at his gym, a mere quarter mile down the road.  Usually I get the house to myself a couple of hours in the morning while G and J go to the gym and then go out for coffee, but J wasn't available Tuesday and I volunteered for car duty, knowing full well that I had the perfect opportunity to indulge in a little cookbook shopping.

     

    IMG_3819 I had no particular reason to be there, especially not in the bookstore.  I already own over 300 cookbooks and certainly don't "need" any more.  (The photo shows only a small portion of the cookbook shelves.) But need is such a subjective term, and I love cooking and cookbooks.  I love reading them.  I love cooking from them.   In fact there are over 150 cookbooks on my cookbook wish list.  I would probably find most of them necessary as well, if I owned them.  I am no minimalist, especially not where cookbooks are concerned.

     

    Truthfully, every cookbook in my collection is used, although not perhaps in steady rotation and has been saved for a specific reason.  This is not to say that mistakes aren't made, or that a well-meaning interloper does not occasionally invade the space.  The books that can't keep up usually fail pretty quickly. 

     

    Like everything else in my life, I tend to cook in cycles.  We might go through a Middle Eastern phase in the kitchen, or a Mexican phase, or a seafood phase.  Or I might just glom onto one or two cookbooks purely on whim and cook from them over and over for days or weeks until something else catches my fancy. 

     

    I had seen a few books I was interested in on Saturday, but at the time we had a reservation and I knew I could come back anytime. And come back I did.  But I didn't come back without a plan or rules.  I checked my cookbook wish list and even printed a copy of it to take with me.  And I decided that no matter how many books I wanted to buy, and there would be many, I could only come home with three.

     

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    I think my choices worked out well.  I indulged in one frivolous, just because I want it book,  David Tanis' A Platter of Figs. Then I purchased two books that helped to fill holes in my existing collection.

     

    Andrea Nguyen's Asian Dumplings will not be universally applicable as wheat starch doughs are far more common that doughs I can actually eat, but there are things I can use directly here, and I am hoping that there is enough information that I can understand other doughs better with the hope of eventually creating my own, compromised versions of old favorites.  I do have Florence Lin's book on Chinese Noodles and dumplings, but this book covers a much wider variety of doughs and I think I will learn much and enjoy the process.

     

    It seems odd to me to think that I have very few Indian cookbooks, but it is true.  I have longed liked Indian food, but until about a year ago, G wouldn't touch it, always blaming the yellow rice he ate in the cafeteria during the late night shift at Passavant Hospital in Chicago during his internship.  But a year ago he discovered a little Indian restaurant near us that he loved, and he loves going out for Indian food.  We've been exploring more Indian cuisine at home as well.  He likes to help grinding the spices and is eager to try new dishes.  660 Curries should allow for quite a bit of exploration with new tastes.  Now that the weather is cooling down a bit the idea of cooking is getting more appealing.  Cooking curry might be just the thing.

    (photo of the plaza at the Culinary courtesy of the CIA's website)

     

     

  • Musings from a Quiet Weekend

    We had a very quiet weekend at home.  I suppose this is not particularly exciting news or even that unusual at this stage of our lives but the end of the week was exciting enough.

    1.  I had been completely unaware that the Clinton Wedding was this weekend until I had a meeting at the bank on Thursday and it was the entire subject of conversation.  At that point the village of Rhinebeck already suffered from an excess of reporters.  Opinion seemed split between those who wanted to flee and those who were eager for the opportunity to see someone famous.  Since I had already resolved to delay my grocery shopping until Saturday, I just took the scenic route and drove around Rhinebeck.  I was rewarded by a mid-day Saturday trip to a Stop & Shop that was about as deserted as is usually expected at 11 PM.  Lucky me.  As the day progressed I continued to be amazed at the number of distant relatives that came out of the woodwork and called us up to see how we were weathering all the excitement.  What excitement.  The missing relatives were all the excitement.

    2.  I did miss not attending a couple of notable musical events in the area:  Friday was opening night of Franz Schreker's The Distant Sound at Bard.  And Steve Reich was in Woodstock on Saturday.  Both were far more appealing than celebrity watching, but I had known I would not be going anyway as G seems to have lost all interest in going out to musical events.  I consoled myself by thinking I would have had to drive through Rhinebeck to get to either, or significantly lengthen my drive.  I need to stop putting things I wish I could attend buy know I can't on the calender.  This only brings heartache.

    3.  I learned on Thursday that the mason who has been doing the front walk was going to be available for two more weeks and then perhaps tied up for a considerable period of time.  I seized the opportunity to knock a few other projects off my list.   This way a major portion of the hardscaping in front will be done.  This spent spending some time rejiggering budgets but it works.   

    4.  I called the electrician at 5 PM on Thursday because an electrical line had to be moved so I could build a stone wall and hide the old half-buried oil tank, which we decommissioned and had filled with foam several years ago.  The electrician called me back at 5:30 and came out at 6:30 to look at the job and give me a quote.  He was at the house again Friday afternoon and, after consulting with the mason, moved the line so everyone is happy.  

    5.  G's new hearing aides came in Friday and he can hear me when I speak in my normal voice, for the first time in years.  It is marvelous watching him respond to small everyday sounds that I take for granted, puzzled and then marveling at the sounds things make.  It reminds me of when I was in college and learned I needed glasses to see distance, when, for the first time, trees did not look like a late Monet painting.

    6.  I finished reading David McCullough's biography of John Adams, which was absolutely wonderful.  It was a vivid and inspiring portrait of our second president, a man I have long found fascinating.  If anything I have newfound respect for Adams the man and the president, strengths, foibles, and all.  Oddly enough, although I don't think I am unusual in this, Jefferson, as shown through his correspondence and dealing with Adams comes out less well even though we are privy to more of Adam's petty sulks.  This was probably one of the the best biographies I have read and one I shall read again.

  • A worried update with accompanying escapes into the world of fiction

    G has been home from the hospital following a TURP and is doing well; at least he is doing well in terms of the surgery and his recovery from same.  On other fronts I am not so sure.  His surgeon and other doctors were quite concerned about how confused he was after surgery, and initially I was less concerned, as he seemed much like he had before surgery…very confused and unable to focus.  When he made the decision to have the surgery I had mixed feelings but he seemed competent to make the decision for himself.  Looking at him in the hospital, I got the impression that his surgeon might not have operated had he know how confused G had become, and as I tried to look at him more objectively, I reluctantly came to the same decision, that this week at least, he is not competent to make any decisions.  But this was not the case when he made the decision.  What changed?  Is something going on or is just the normal, leap and crawl, progression of dementia?

    Prior to surgery I had pretty much chalked this up to stress and lack of sleep.  He was fretting over surgery.  He wanted to have it and yet he was worried about it, not an unreasonable response, in my opinion.  He was not sleeping well, due partially to continued urinary issues that the TURP should correct, and to general worry, and I know that continued lack of sleep has a strong effect on his mental stability.  

    But now I am wonder if this is something more.  He had started to get a bit muddled about 6 weeks back, but we saw his neurologist and his internist and they saw nothing untoward.  He still seemed to be thinking well.  Now he is not. I do not think it is the surgery or the effects of anesthesia because this is different than his behavior after previous surgeries.    He really can't focus, can't read, can't really do anything.  He has great trouble following a conversation but this goes well beyond hearing, he hears the words and can repeat them, but they are meaningless to him, and he constantly garbles his words and his subjects when he is speaking.  I am hoping this will settle down and am willing to give it a week or so, but I had already decided that it was time to seek more help.  The question now is whether this is temporary or exactly how much more help,and what kind is needed.  He is also scheduled to get new hearing aides next week, and I hope they help.  I am beginning to worry that it is now too late; he has needed better hearing aides for years but he refused to have them or use them, even taking them back and returning them when I talked him into getting them.  Now he wants them but it may not help and this make me very sad.  I hope I am wrong.  

    I need to observe him a few days, see if things improve, talk to his doctors and see what might be done, if anything, determining if there is a medical solution.  It is a complicated issue, constrained by the many issues about what to say and what not to say, along with the fact that most of his doctors were also once his colleagues and there are often psychological factors involved in how each of them deals with G, his health, and me.

    In the meantime, I have retreated to books with one eye, while keeping the other eye on my sweetie. Therefore reading has, as predicted, continued in a light vein.


    6477815  
    Bicycle Diaries
     by David Byrne.  

    I tend to think David Byrne is enormously creative and talented and I have read things he has written before and think he is intelligent and thoughtful as well.  I looked forward to reading the book, and in the sense that I was reading the author's thoughts on a variety of subjects was not disappointed.  The books is not really about riding a bicycle, nor is it particularly about the cities he discusses.  It is more a collection of observations, musings, and thoughts prompted by the places he is visiting and riding his bike.  Sometimes these thoughts seem quite naive and sophomoric, at other times somewhat sophisticated, and at times they capture an enviable sense of wonder at being able to look at the world through fresh eyes.  What I find most interesting is how these thoughts are framed and the insight they give into the workings of the mind of an artist I admire.   It is not a book about bicycles or travel and it is not a coherent narrative, it is a book about the musings of a bright creative person as he travels the world and observes and comments on what he sees and understands in that world.    As such I found it quite enjoyable and thought-provoking.

    Byrne, was my surgical-day reading, when I had longer stretches of time.  After that I slid into the kind of book that can be read line by line with no loss of clarity.

    64865  Sue Grafton's B is for Burglar is the second of the Kinsey Milhone detective series.  I read the most recent first, and have gone back to the beginning.  I was seriously disappointed with the first book, A is for Alibi, and if I hadn't read anything else in the series I would not have continued.  As for this one, I can see, while reading it, why I am attracted to Kinsey as a character, and am picking up on the beginnings of her character development.   Although this book was much better than the first book, it is still poorly written, lumbering, cliched fiction.  But it is not unusually bad, certainly no worse than some phenomenally popular authors (JK Rowling anyone?). The writing is to the point.  The story progressed well and was interesting.  I don't mind the dirty details of investigative work and these details kept the story grounded. When I was in college I was told that one should "write the way you talk" and in that sense this book is good; and I can see the appeal.  It is not literature and reading this will never lead to an appreciation of literature.  I do however like Kinsey enough that I will probably read another.  It is not a book to curl up in a comfortable chair and savor.  It is perfectly good for a hospital room, waiting around in airports where your mind is distracted anyway, or for reading at the gym.

    220970 Lastly, I read another one of Lee Child's Reacher novels, Tripwire. Since I have been talking about writing here I will come right and say the writing is not fabulous here either.  It is direct and to the point, and although at times it can be quite grating, I would give it higher marks than Grafton. But mystery novels aren't really about the writing (popular fiction in general is not about the writing, now is it?) and the main character is interesting and complex enough, the female lead is strong, and the story is compelling, suspenseful and moves right along.  I will admit to becoming a Reacher fan although he is nothing like anything I would normally look for in a man.  I enjoyed this book, and it was satisfying enough that I happily finished it curled up in a chair with a nice glass of ice tea (and later wine) while G slept. 

  • A Break in the Heat/Another Thriller

    I slept well last night and woke up refreshed this morning.  It was such a marvelous feeling that I almost felt like I was dancing on air.   Well, not really possible as the humidity is still somewhere in the 90 percent range but at least it is cool this morning and will be slightly cooler, if more humid today.  I feel a tingle still in my sinuses and a very tiny bit of a headache, but considering that I have had a sinus headache since Tuesday last, with attendant fitful sleep and discomfort, any improvement is a bit of encouragement.  I had thought that I had outgrown this tendency toward summer sinusitis but instead I was lulled into complacency following last summer's unusually cool weather.

    As a result of my own fitful mood, nothing much has happened of note.  Family was here and we had a marvelous visit.  Grandson O left at Christmas still a warm snuggly bundle of toddlerhood and arrived a week ago, two months shy of his 4th birthday, very much the little boy.  When he greeted me at the airport it was very much a sauntering "hi grandma" with the cool sideward flick of the wrist which passes as a wave. In that moment he reminded me of nothing so much as his teenaged uncle many long years ago.  But of course we got to snuggles and giggles and shrieks in the pool with splashing and laughing and many hugs.  The progression through childhood is not quite a smooth continuum after all.  

    31269  I pretty much let the house go for the duration of the visit, much preferring games of chutes and ladders or merely watching PBS kids with O, and sometimes relaxing with a book.  It was about all my pounding head was suited for, and there is always a winnowing of options in life.  I think I made the right choices here.    Rather than being productive in my down time I read The Paris Option by Robert Ludlum and Gayle Lynds. 

    I don't really know why I picked it up.  I bought it when step-son A was here in May.  We went to the bookstore and I, as always when I am in a bookstore, had to buy a book.  Perhaps it was the Ludlum name as I always enjoyed Ludlum's novels.  I was aware that it was not written, or written completely by Ludlum.  I wasn't really aware at the time that Ludlum had passed away and this doesn't bother me, this marketing of Ludlum's name to sell more books although I wonder about the benefit of this.  It probably does sell more books, but I suspect that many readers are overly critical because it does not live up to the expections of the Ludlum name.

    That said, I found it an enjoyable thriller.  I have not read any of the other books in the Covert One series.  The book is well written, the story moves right along, fast enough with enough human interest as well to keep one reading.  It is by no means boring and it has a few clever moments where I was laughing out loud.  I'm not going to comment on whether anything is realistic or reasonable or "true"; that is not quite what thrillers are about, but it was good entertainment.  And in the end, it actually made me think about a few things, make connections to my own life and the world I see and live in; not profound associations perhaps, but it did make me think about things we take for granted:  our overconfidence about our own competence, safety, the concept of heartland, idealism, and the darker sides of human nature.  What more could I ask from a casual book: escape, relaxation, reflection.  For me, considering that I read very fast, this is a far better use of time and money than most expeditions to the movie theater.

  • Books 2010, first six months

    For various reasons, I've reverted to wanting to keep a listing of books read here.  I will not go back for reviews of them now although I may make a comment or two here and there.  Here are the books from the first half of the year:

    The Ghosts of Belfast, Stuart Neville

    Lies My Mother Never Told Me, Kaylie Jones

    The Boy in the Striped Pajamas, John Boyne

    How to Lie with Statistics, Darrell Huff

    From Here to Eternity, James Jones

    U is for Undertow, Sue Grafton (bicycle book)

    Breaking the Rules, Barbara Taylor Bradford  (leaves a sugar headache, even for a bicycle book, where expectations are lower)

    Who is Mark Twain (by Guess Who)

    Pirate Latitudes, Michael Crichton  (thankfully the last in a four book run of disappointments)

    1776, David McCullough (outstanding)

    Captain Blood, Rafael Sabatini

    Game Change, John Heilemann

    Three Cups of Tea, Greg Mortenson

    Blame: A Novel, Michelle Huneven

    A is for Alibi, Sue Grafton (bicycle)

    Killing Floor, Lee Child (stretches the boundaries of belief, but I was hooked anyway)

    Die Trying, Lee Child (I found this one less compelling than #1)

    Mere Christianity, C.S. Lewis (I always find Lewis fascinating even when I disagree with him and find his arguments weak)

    Rapt:  Attention and the Focused Life, Winifred Gallagher (had some good information; would benefit from greater focus)

    Gone Tomorrow, Lee Child

    The Weight of Silence, Heather Gudenkauf (bicycle)

    The Thoughtful Dresser, Linda Grant

    Dishes from the Wild Horse Desert, Melissa Guerra (foods of my childhood)

    The Maze Runner, James Dashner

    Solar, Ian McEwan (disappointing)

    Storm Prey, John Sandford (bicycle)

    The 9th Judgement, James Patterson (bicycle)

    Cookwise, Shirley Corriher

    Mexican Everyday, Rick Bayless

    One Fifth Avenue, Candace Bushnell (picked up in boredom during an endless wait at a pharmacy, finished in doctor's office waiting rooms, in any other setting not worthwhile)

    My reading was rather frivolous during June.  Mostly this was due to the completely scatter-brained state of my world at the time, and there are times when any distraction, no matter how frivolous, is a good distraction.


  • A Reader Cooks

    Or is it the other way around?  I'm not sure.  I love to cook.  I love to read.  I am not sure I am either a "cook" or a "reader" though.  I do know that I love cookbooks and that I love not only to browse through them and ogle the recipes and cook from them, but that I actually do enjoy reading them, front to back, just like any other book.


    Recently I was cataloging my cookbook collection and the process was making me think about all the different books and why I had them.  I decided to randomly work my way through some of them, cooking and reading, mostly out of curiosity about why I originally purchased them and what I thought about them now.


    20dfe844aded1a559396e795541434d414f4541  The first book I grabbed, Cookwise by Shirley Corriher, was chosen because although I remembered that I have used it for reference, I couldn't actually remember that I had cooked much from the book.  So I started reading and cooking.  Well, actually in this volume there was more reading and less cooking because it is basically about the techniques and materials of cooking and the recipes are designed and arranged to illustrate the points.  This is good from the perspective of learning, but not necessarily so good when you just pick up the book looking for something to cook for dinner.


    Cookwise was a very interesting book to read and it contains a lot of valuable information. As I mentioned, I have used if for reference, and I will refer to it again and again as it has some tables and charts that are either not available or not as clearly presented in my other cookbooks.  It has a very thorough discussion of baking, which doesn't directly affect me any more as it is based on wheat, a grain I can no longer use.  I don't do much baking anymore anyway.  But there is still good information here that I can apply to good gluten-free baking because success requires understanding the underlying principles and knowing what one is trying to emulate.


    As for the recipes; I find these less successful.  There are really only two recipes I have tried in this book that I will make again.  One is for my favorite sour-cream cornbread, a recipe that I easily adapted to hold up better as a gluten free bread, and one which my guests adore.  It is not dry minimalist cornbread.  I will save the book forever just for the reference materials and because it contains this cornbread recipe.  The other recipe is for a cake by Rose Levy Beranbaum and I actually bake it from Ms. Beranbaum's original version.  


    Notice that the two recipes I use are for baked goods.  There are other recipes in this book but I find they all emphasize sugar and starch too much as a substitute for fat.  Now I enjoy me a good dessert now and then, but everything that I have tried is too sweet for my taste.  And I am not convinced that adding more sugar and starch to food to make up for fat and flavor is all that healthy of a choice either.  I certainly find it less satisfying.  


    In the end I find Cookwise excellent as a reference work and only so-so as a cookbook.



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    The other book I pulled out of the shelf was a book by Rick Bayless called
    Mexican Everyday.  Now this book is more of a cookbook than a reference book, but I still read it all, and cooked quite a few things as well.  I found more to cook here than I did in Shirley Corriher's book, and although there are several things I will make again and again, I did not actually find that I was happy with many of the recipes as they were written.  I made a fair number of changes and revisions to suit my own taste.


    Now I must admit that I am a huge fan of Diana Kennedy.  I have all her books.  I have cooked extensively from all of them, and although I am not a purist and do not always cook everything the classic traditional way she describes, I can do so when I am in the mood to put in the time.   I also have several of Rick Bayless's other books, which I have also used, and I am a fan of his restaurants, where I have eaten several times.   And being a bit of a Diana Kennedy and mexican food snob, I'll admit that when I received this book, I was not particularly impressed.  Mexican Everyday takes quite a few liberties with traditional Mexican techniques and flavors. But I didn't really give the book a chance.


    To my mind this is not Bayless's best book, but it may be his most accessible, at least of the books I have read.  And I do find the book inspiring.  Reading this book filled with me with all kinds of ideas for making things I would not have made had I not read the book, and although I don't find all his techniques for simplifying things agree with me, or there are some things I do differently, I have to admit that I will use this book again.  So far there are many recipes that I have been inspired to make, and many that I will make again and again, using my own techniques and changing them, often a good bit.  So far there is only one recipe that I have liked pretty much as it is written, a recipe for slow-braised lamb Jalisco-style.  I am not saying the recipes are bad; they aren't.  I am not saying they don't work; they work beautifully.  I am merely saying that that the actual execution does not really resonate with me although many of the ideas do.


    So in the end, I think I rate this book pretty highly, even if I change most of the recipes.  It seems pretty evident that I am more interested in ideas and inspiration than I am in recipes that work but which I find insipid, no matter how good the information surrounding those recipes.


  • Reading about Knitting

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     Two new books.

    Mostly these are books for reading, and learning; they are books to use, more than books to knit from.  At least that is how I see them so far.

    The Knitters Book of Wool was a Valentine's day gift from my sweetie, and I've dipped into it here and there with intentions of sitting down and actually reading it.  It does seem to clarify some things for me and I am sure it will be useful.  It does have patterns, some of which I will probably knit, but I'm not really interested in the book for the patterns.

    I had been waiting for Knitwear Design Workshop and eagerly ripped the package open the day it arrived.  I have spent a little time with this book, and have started reading it, and flipping ahead here and there.  It looks very useful.  It also looks like it will be a great deal of help with pattern rewriting and reconfiguring of the sort I am doing with the ruby  bubbles cardigan I am currently knitting.  I'd really like to sit down and spend some time with this book, just getting all the information down pat.  It has patterns too, but only a few.

    As for Ruby Bubbles, I finally finished the long stretch of stockinette between the waist and the underarm and began the underarm shaping tonight.  I don't really know if the slowdown was due to the fact that I was distracted with a spring cleaning and resorting of house, closets and internal cobwebs, or if it was just a long stretch of boring stockinette and I grew bored.  Probably a little of each.