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READ ON MY KINDLE DURING THE TRIP TO ENGLAND: The Forgotten Garden (by Kate Morton, on my Kindle); several generations of women pepper this book with the story of their lives. It all revolves around a young girl who arrives on a pier in Australia in 1912 with no papers, no family. Nothing except a small white suitcase with little concrete information about her past. She’s four years old and keeps silent about what little she knows. Her story starts there, but then it jumps forward to 2005 when her granddaughter inherits a house in Cornwall (England), purchased by the grandmother and kept secret until after her death. There’s some secrecy going on with all the women. Then the story jumps back to 1975 when the grandmother is a middle-aged woman and you hear part of her story. Much of the book revolves around a walled garden at this house in Cornwall, and how it relates to the “big house” where the grandmother lived some of her early years. It’s quite a complex web of a family saga. I liked it, although each new chapter jumped to a different time, and it’s not until the last 10 pages or so that everything resolves. Good read.

Also read The Queen’s Governess (by Karen Harper, on my Kindle); this one is about a young girl from an impoverished family who is taken to Court and eventually becomes a playmate/governess to Elizabeth I (the story is based on fact, but is a novel). The two girls grow up together. It tells the story of  Thomas Cromwell, Henry VIII, Anne Boleyn (Elizabeth I’s mother) and others of the court at that time, the intrigues, the murders, the beheadings, and the perseverance of all of the potential kings and queens. Fascinating story, particularly since we visited Castle Howard where where a small part of Henry VIII’s story transpires.

And, I read The Invisible Bridge (by Julie Orringer, on my Kindle) too; a riveting story about a young Hungarian Jew who goes to Paris to study architecture, just before the start of WW II. He manages to scrape together enough money to eat, but barely, falls in love with an older woman, yet his work comes to the attention of some of the school’s teachers. He’s one of only a handful of Jews at the school. Then the Nazis begin invading. And the story goes into plenty of detail about the hardships, the imprisonments and eventual deaths of many of his friends and family. I could hardly put it down, though. Heart-wrenching, however.

STILL READING: Mistress of the Monarchy: The Life of Katherine Swynford, Duchess of Lancaster – by Alison Weir (paperback from Costco). I was expecting this book to be along the same genre as Philippa Gregory’s novels – honing in on a particular English royal woman – telling her story in novel form. This is not one of those types. It’s non-fiction, and tells the factual story of Katherine Swynford, who eventually became the Duchess of Lancaster. But her journey from young bride to Hugh Swynford (this takes place in the 1300′s) to the Duchess is bursting with intrigue as she was John of Gaunt’s mistress for some time (eventually he married her when she was 46 (certainly an advanced age for that century), which caused all kinds of royal scandal). In that period of history no one related to royalty married for love. It was all about family, bearing many children to inherit land and wealth, to fight for the king, to maintain title and fortune. The Duchess’ children eventually became the House of Tudor (King Henry VII). Katherine Swynford was both reviled (because of her immoral behavior) and loved (by nearly everyone who knew her). Alison Weir is obviously a stickler for research – the footnotes comprise over 40 pages of fine print. She paints a different picture of this woman than was done by Anya Seton in her world-famous novel Katherine, first published in 1954. I was infatuated with that novel – it was one of my all-time favorites. But it’s a romance, and apparently many of the supposed facts – well, aren’t. Life in those times were not romantic. This Alison Weir book is not exactly easy reading; it’s almost like reading a textbook. But it’s fascinating and I’m enjoying it very much.

FINISHEDTime and Again – by Jack Finney (paperback); read for one of my book clubs. Written in the 1940′s it was a runaway hit back then. An early look at time travel. It’s about a U.S. government experiment in the 1960′s (this is fiction, remember), sending a selected few men back to the 1880′s in New York City. They were told to observe. Not to change anything. To be unnoticeable. Yet one of the young men, just couldn’t quite do that  (of course, otherwise there wouldn’t be a story!). It’s his adventure you read. The writer is a master at description. The reader feels transported to that time. Our book club really enjoyed it. Generally I’m not into that kind of book at all, but I found the book fascinating. There is a sequel as well, called From Time to Time.

Spoken from the Heart— autobiography by Laura Bush (hardback from Costco). What a delightful read. It’s not about politics. It’s about Laura’s journey from her young years growing up in Midland, Texas to loving parents, to college grad to school teacher, librarian, to meeting George, whom she barely knew even though they grew up in the same small town, then marrying him. She didn’t come naturally to being a public speaker, but did it, to help her husband. I enjoyed reading about her early years more than the years at the White House. Much of that part was about all the social events required of the President and First Lady. Still interesting, though. I enjoyed the book very much.

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; and  Other People’s Love Letters: 150 Letters You Were Never Meant to See; (edited by Bill Shapiro); Monet’s Table: The Cooking Journals of Claude Monet (Joyes); The Trouble with Poetry (Billy Collins).

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Posted in Cookies, on August 8th, 2008.

anna from Cookie Madness’ chocolate chip cookies redux

It was only a few weeks ago that I made the C.C. cookies from Anna’s recipe, over at Cookie Madness. The ones with one tablespoon of cornstarch added. L-o-v-e-d them. Unequivocally. Unilaterally. Absolutely. Positively. Or as my dad used to say, abso-posi-tootly. That means over-the-top agreement. YES! Even though I had a bit of a problem with the baking time – is it 8, 9, 9 ½ or 10 minutes? Some were a bit more done than others, but, the cookies disappeared in a flash around here. There were many hands (youngsters, mid-sters and oldsters) dipping into the cookie bag in the freezer. They were gone in a few days, but then the recipe only made about 30 or so. 

Another variety of C.C. cookie made advances in the freezer (with some Splenda replacing the sugar), and they’re still there, relegated to a wayward corner. Ignored. Nobody much likes them, me included. So, there was no question, since we’re going down to our boat for a couple of days that I wanted just a few good cookies to enjoy while we’re there.

The cookies were made exactly as written except I added walnuts, as I did before. But this time I put them on a piece of parchment paper on a regular rimmed baking sheet (not an insulated one, as Anna recommended). At 8 minutes they were still a bit mushy in the middle. I had to re-bake those for another couple of minutes. I carefully pulled the parchment paper with cookies still attached right onto a cooling rack and reused the baking sheet. With the second pan (very warm pan, new parchment) I baked them for 9 minutes. Still not enough. I tried 9 ½ minutes. That seemed right. The centers of the cookies were still soft and the outside edges were nicely browned. My oven runs a tad hot, so I had set it at 365 (I can set mine at 5 degree increments).

My take this time – 365 degree oven, parchment paper on the non-insulated pans, 10 minutes for the first tray, and subsequent two trays (hot) at 9 ½ minutes. We’ll see how these compare. I’m not certain I like the parchment. I don’t know if Anna has ever used it. It made the cookies look too buttery and less like one would think a cookie should. Taste wise, these were just as delicious as before, although we had an extremely humid day here when I made these. Well, it’s humid for California – 55%. After cooling on the racks, they were soft. And a day later, at room temp, the cookies are still soft. So I don’t know if that was because of the humidity, the parchment or insufficient baking. Maybe it needs the full 375 degree oven. And, as one commenter mentioned over at Anna’s site, cookies are better if they’re baked on a flat sheet, not a rimmed one (like I did). You see, this is still an ongoing quest. A chemistry experiment, if you will.

I will get these right.
I WILL get these right.
I WILL GET THESE RIGHT.

In the process of making them I discovered that some critters (little itty-bitty round black bugs about the size of a pinhead) were devouring my chocolate inventory. I’d seen a couple of the little black dots, moving black dots, clinging to vertical shelves in my pantry, but had no idea where they were dining. Would you believe they like my Valrhona chocolate the best? The nerve of them! And chocolate chips. And any bar type chocolate. They even got into an unopened new bag of Nestle’s chips. Darn! I’d never heard of a little bug that eats chocolate. Have any of you?

I probably tossed out about $30.00 worth of chocolate. The bugs don’t like cocoa, Dutch cocoa, or peanut butter chips. And they hadn’t gotten into the ScharffenBerger tins, thankfully. But, I had to do a bit of housecleaning, as they’d left their gritty poop all over in the unlidded plastic bin, but at least it was all contained within it. All chips are now in a sealing type plastic box and other chocolate items in two layers of freezer-ply plastic bags. I had a couple of opened bags of chocolate pieces (not chips, but square shapes) that hadn’t been touched for awhile. They were happily munching away in there too. Those were buried under a stack of other chocolate things like bags of cocoa. I have another place in my pantry where I keep bar type (German chocolate), and so far they haven’t infiltrated that space. (Although, since those are in paper wrappers, I might not notice it looking at the outside of the package. Likely I’m going to have to put all the chocolate in a well-sealing large box. Darn those critters. Container Store here I come. On Monday.

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