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Have finished reading The Snow Child: A Novel by Eowyn Ivey, an Alaska native. Set in very backwoods Alaska in the 1920s, a middle aged couple arrive to try to realize their dream and to get away from mentally crushing angst about losing their only child in utero. They homestead. He works the land and she takes care of the house and lives in nearly perpetual loneliness and sadness. At times the couple come together in loving accord, but often they do not. One day they build a snow man. Well, a snow girl. The next morning the snow girl is demolished and the mittens and scarf have disappeared. Eventually they spot a small child who darts through the woods (with red mittens and scarf) with her pet fox and barely seems to touch the ground. Is she real? Where does she live? Is she a figment of their imaginations? Anything else I say could ruin the story. It’s a vivid portrayal of the rough homesteading life back then, yet it’s full of love and friendships. And full of the magic of the snow child. A wonderful read by a very gifted author (her first book).

The Barbarian Nurseries: A Novel by Hector Tobar (he’s a writer for the Los Angeles Times). Oh my, what a book. Perhaps more interesting to people who live in the southwest, in those areas that border Mexico where we have a huge influx of illegal immigrants (who want to be called undocumented workers now – they’re that too, but they’re here illegally no matter what you call them). It’s the story of a seemingly wealthy young couple with small children, a high tech husband who isn’t exactly honest with his wife about their money problems, and about the Mexican maid who works for the family. The story is told about all 3 of those people, and oh, what different viewpoints they have. The wife lives in a dream world, isn’t very understanding of any of her hired help. The husband worries and frets about his company’s financial issues, and the maid seethes inside not really wanting to take care of children. They’re all unhappy in some way or another. The wife suddenly pays a company to tear out a very expensive jungle-type back yard and plant a desert-scape that is more suitable to the climate here in Orange County (yes, the books is situated here in OC). She puts it on their joint credit card. The next day the husband takes his staff out to lunch and his credit card is denied. He’s humiliated in front of his employees. He storms home, a huge verbal fight ensues and a physical altercation occurs. The wife takes off with cash and the 6-month old baby, leaving behind her cell phone. The husband storms out and disappears for a few days. The maid is left with no car, no money, and 2 of the 3 children. After 4 days not being able to reach anyone, where every possible thing could go wrong does go wrong, she takes the 2 boys on buses and a train to try to find the grandfather, who lives in downtown L.A. Parts of this book are hilarious funny. Eye-opening. Frustration at all 3 people was the common consensus in our book group. The New York Times wrote: “Tobar . . . vividly and movingly captures the conflict between the immigrant ideal to which America has always aspired and the presiding white culture’s deep ambivalence about the immigrant presence.” ELLE magazine said: [Tobar write about] “race, class, mixed marriage, immigration, servitude, parenting—and raises them up from the fertile narrative soil of Southern California.” The book is a must-read. We all, in our group, thought it was a riveting book.

War Brides by Helen Bryan. I got it as a bargain Kindle book. Liked the idea of the story, but I had difficulty keeping track of the characters. It’s about 5 women from all walks of life who converge in a small country village in England during the middle of WWII. They have numerous trials and tribulations, from relationships to just getting food on the table. The men or boyfriends they’re involved with are also very different, so each person/couple has a different story to tell. There were many, many typo’s and sentence errors in the Kindle version – distracting to be sure. But for a bargain book, I suppose I shouldn’t complain. I felt the editor didn’t do his/her job for this author as the story just didn’t have the cohesiveness I was hoping for. I nearly abandoned the book altogether about half way through, but stuck it out.The author wraps everything up at the end, maybe a bit too neatly, which may not be very realistic.

Trustee from the Toolroom What a book. I was riveted. My friend (and cooking instructor) Tarla Fallgatter recommended this book, and what a treasure it is. I can’t tell you a whole lot about it or I’d be giving away too much of the story. It opens in London, with an ordinary man, with an ordinary wife. He is asked by his sister to help construct a leakproof cement box for her and her husband to take their valuables on an across-the-ocean voyage on a sailboat. They’re planning to move from England to Canada. He does, since he’s a master of constructing small things. Meanwhile, they also ask this childless couple to care for their young daughter for 4 months while they do this traverse-the-ocean thing, and then they’ll have her fly to their new home. Can you guess? They don’t make it, and that’s an integral part of the story too. The husband (and now the new father of his niece) embarks on a journey to – - well, go to the place where the hurricane foundered them. Oh, but there’s so much more to the story. This is written by Nevil Shute (those of you old enough to remember On the Beach, an equally riveting tale from the 1950′s. Shute died in 1960. I highly recommend this book. Try to get it at the library if you can, though there are $10 copies used through the link above, and the Kindle edition is just a bit more. Oh so worth reading!

The Kashmir Shawl: A Novel by Rosie Thomas. (There are lots of other books by the same title, but they’re about shawls, not a novel.) In cleaning out their father’s belongings after his death, Mair comes across an incredibly beautiful shawl with a tiny saved lock of blonde hair. The shawl is exquisite. Her grandparents were poor. She knows there must be more to the story. She’s at odds and ends, and decides to retrace her grandparents’ steps when they were missionaries in India around 1940. Part of the story is told from the viewpoint of the granddaughter (Mair) and part from her grandmother (Nerys). There’s a huge cast of characters, but the story is fascinating, particularly since war was raging in Europe, and this couple was sheltered in many ways by being in India and Srinagar. Not quite a page turner, but it’s very interesting. Worth reading for sure. This is a new book.

One of the best stories I’ve read in a really long time – The Light Between Oceans. It’s a real winner. It brings to the forefront some very touchy issues, about decisions one makes, or that two people make, that can have huge repercussions, not just today, tomorrow, next year or a generation from now. The background story involves a relatively remote island off Australia (this takes place before satellites and the internet or cell phones), and a young man goes to work at the lighthouse on this island. Eventually he marries. A good woman, and she willingly goes to live on this remote island too. She miscarries 2 children. Out on this remote island with no help. Then one day a boat washes ashore and there’s a dead man and a tiny baby, who’s alive. I don’t want to ruin any of it. Just read it!

IN THE POWDER ROOM: Our guest half-bath has a little table with a pile of books that I change every now and then. They’re books that might pique someone’s interest even if for a very short read. The Greatest Stories Never Told; and Sara Midda’s South of France; Forgotten Bookmarks: A Bookseller’s Collection of Odd Things Lost Between the Pages (just the cutest book – with a miscellany of things – letters, grocery lists, notes, reminders, confessions the author discovered hidden inside the books he purchased for his used bookstore); and The Trouble with Poetry (Billy Collins).

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Posted in Desserts, on March 7th, 2008.

lemon sponge cake
Warm lemon sponge pudding with a bit of heavy cream poured over.

lemon sponge pudding

Lemon sponge pudding hot out of the oven.

As probably with many of you, recipes come your way from so many different places. From people you’ve met along the paths of life (as in this case), or from a magazine at the doctor’s office, the grocery store even.

DH and I were fortunate to meet some very dear people, Rita and Roy, many years ago. They’re related to some friends of friends. You know how that goes. They’re from England, but come to the U.S. with some frequency to visit. DH and I were invited to their home in England (actually three different ones over the years) to stay, to use their home as a base for traveling in the area. They always made us so welcome, and we were very grateful for the hospitality.

One year, 1993 to be specific, my friend Cherrie and I decided to take a trip to England together. She’d never been, and since I had some experience driving on the left side of the road, we rented a car at Heathrow and set out on our journey. It’s through Cherrie that we knew Rita and Roy, and they’d kindly offered to let us stay in their home in Reading (pronounced like red-ing).

Every time I get behind the wheel in a right-hand drive car I have to familiarize myself with the mysteries of relearning some but not all of my driving motions. The gear shift is on the left, but the gas pedal is still on the right side. Most cars are stick shift in Europe. Not many people have taken to automatics, like we do here in the United States. That part was fine with me, but it does take a bit more concentration. The turn signal is still on the left side of the steering column, but you have to remember to look at the rear view mirror on the left (inside the car), and the outside mirror on the right. All very confusing. You do get used to it, but the first few days can be very frustrating.

When DH and I travel, he usually drives, and the first few days the passenger is responsible for navigation AND coaching the driver. As when approaching an intersection, reminding the driver to turn right, but keep in the left lane once you make the turn. Like “turn left ahead, but keep left.” Or when entering a roundabout, a reminder that we don’t have right of way. So Cherrie was my navigator and scout. She took on the role well through the whole trip. Only once did I come out of a parking lot where we’d been shopping, shopping, and I got into the right side of the road. Fortunately nobody was coming. She was johnny-on-the-spot to correct my error. We had a wonderful time on this trip, driving all over.

Rita’s sister Sandy lives here in the U.S., and Sandy had always told Cherrie that there wasn’t “anything” to buy in England. So Cherrie went on that trip with nary any space in her suitcase for anything to buy. I’m certain I told Cherrie that wasn’t true, but she trusted Sandy in this case. Hmmm. The second day in England we drove to Salisbury. We had fish and chips at a local stand-up bar. They were absolutely delicious. Since it had taken us a few hours to get to Salisbury, we couldn’t dilly dally, since I wasn’t anxious to drive back to Reading after dark. It was winter when we were there, so there were shorter daylight hours. But, I wanted Cherrie to see the Cathedral in Salisbury, which is so magnificent. She enjoys English history just like I do, so we found a carpark and headed off walking. There was a wide walking street from the carpark to the church, with solid stores left and right. We walked about 30 feet onto this walking street and passed a window of Boots, the well-known “chemist” (drug store) that is all over the United Kingdom. I paused at the window to look at some cute coffee mugs. Cherrie looked over and immediately was looking closely at the window display too. We went inside. Well, what can I tell you other than we never made it to the Cathedral. Cherrie laughed and roared. What in the world did [her friend] Sandy mean there wasn’t any shopping in England? The dollar was worth a whole lot more then, so exchanging dollars for pounds bought us more value than today. We bought things. We shopped. And we shopped some more.

As time went on, on this trip, Cherrie was filling up the boot (the trunk) of the car with her purchases. There were bags and bags in there. Because we were staying with friends, she hadn’t quite figured out what she would do with all this stuff. Eventually we headed off on our own, driving many directions, including to London too. Cherrie had to fit things in her suitcase. Oh, there was trouble in River City. She stuffed. She pried. She pushed and pulled. She found room for a lot of things. She tossed out some things too – some clothes that weren’t new, and some tour data, to make room for more of her purchases. As we approached the last few days of our trip Cherrie was still buying. She still kids me to this day about my remark, but I said to her, Cherrie, if that doesn’t fit in your purse, you can’t buy it. She bought a second small bag of some sort (a carry-on), which was mighty full when we got to Heathrow to fly home. But she managed. How, I don’t know, but she did. She was big-time motivated!

So, I need to get back to this wonderful pudding. This is Rita’s recipe. It was actually Cherrie’s and my second trip to England that Rita had this in the refrigerator waiting for us when we arrived. We got there late on that trip. She had a couple of plates of food saved for us too, which hit the spot. Then she pointed to the dessert and said help ourselves when we were ready. Cherrie and I were jet lagged and way off-schedule. Rita went off to bed and we had a couple cups of tea to calm down. Finally, we scooped out a serving and poured on some light cream (like half and half) on top. Oh yes, was it good. I’m a huge lemon fan anyway, so this hit the spot, as it has every time I’ve made it since.

If you’re not familiar with sponge pudding, it’s kind of a cross between lemon curd, lemon pudding, and a sponge cake. The preparation and baking process makes layers – a lemony pudding layer and a cake layer. So, you get two desserts in one. Thank you, Rita, for sharing the recipe.
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Lemon Sponge Pudding

Recipe: from our friend, Rita A. from England
Servings: 6

2 ounces butter — or margarine
4 ounces caster sugar (use regular granulated)
2 whole lemons — juice and grated rind
2 whole eggs — separated
1 cup milk
2 ounces self-rising flour

1. Preheat oven to 350°.
2. Cream butter (or margarine) and sugar with grated lemon zest until mixture is pale and fluffy. Add egg yolks and beat well. Stir in half of the milk, then the flour. Pour in remaining milk and lemon juice.
3. Whisk egg whites until firm and then fold into the egg mixture.
4. Pour into a greased (buttered) 2 pint glass or ceramic baking dish. Place in a large roasting pan half filled with hot water.
5. Bake in center of oven for 35-40 minutes until golden brown and firm to the touch. Serve hot or warm with ice cream or heavy cream drizzled over.
Per Serving: 226 Calories; 11g Fat (41.3% calories from fat); 5g Protein; 30g Carbohydrate; 1g Dietary Fiber; 97mg Cholesterol; 242mg Sodium.

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