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Here are the tastingspoons players. I’m in the middle (Carolyn). Daughter Sara on the right, and daughter-in-law Karen on the left. I started the blog in 2007, as a way to share recipes with my family. Now in 2023, I’m still doing 99% of the blogging and holding out hope that these two lovely and excellent cooks will participate. They both lead very busy lives, so we’ll see.

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BOOK READING (from Carolyn):

Under the Java Moon, by Heather Moore. Sometimes these WWII books are tough to read. This is a true story (written as fiction, though) about a few Dutch families who are taken prisoner on Java Island, by the Japanese. Certainly it’s a story about unbelievable deprivation and sadness, but also about resilience too. Not everyone survives, as you could guess, but you’ll be rooting for young Rita who takes on so many responsibilities far beyond her 6-year old’s abilities. I read this because a dear friend of mine’s husband (now deceased) was in the Army during WWII and spent a lot of his duty in Indonesia and had horrific stories to tell about the weather and environment (awful!). A period of his life he liked to forget. The book certainly brings that period and place to the forefront. I’m glad I read it.

Never in a million years would I have picked up Blind Your Ponies, by Stanley Gordon West. If I’d read the cover or flap that the bulk of the story is about basketball, I’d have put it back on the shelf. But oh, this book is – yes, about basketball, but it’s about a place in time in Montana, a few decades ago, when a tiny town supported their high school team. It’s about a dream. About the town who believed in them. About a tall young man who comes to lives in the town, and his deliverance, really, from a pretty awful background as he plays basketball, when he’d never played before. It’s about relationships, marriages, families and about how this little team makes it. Such a great story and SO glad I read it.

A Girl Called Samson, by Amy Harmon. I’m a fan of anything written by Harmon, and this one delivered as all her books do. 1760, Massachusetts. Deborah Samson is an indentured servant but yearns for independence. From being a rather tall, skinny kid (a girl) to faking it as a young soldier (a young man) in the Continental army. You’ll marvel at her ability to hide her true self. It’s quite a story. She’s thrown into the worst of situations in the war and comes through with flying colors. You’ll find yourself rooting for her and also fearing mightily that she’s going to either get killed, or be “found out,” by some of the men. Riveting story beginning to end. There’s a love interest here too which is very sweet.

On Mystic Lake, by Kristin Hannah. This is a book Hannah wrote some years ago, and tells the story of a woman, Annie, who finds out (on the day their daughter goes off to a foreign land for an exchange quarter) that her husband is in love with another woman and leaves her. Annie, who has been the quintessential perfect corporate wife, is devastated. She felt blind-sided. She cries and wallows, but eventually she returns home to her small town, where her widowed dad lives, in Washington. There she runs into many people she knew and at first feels very out of place. Slowly, she finds the town more welcoming and she helps a previous boyfriend, now widowed with his young daughter. A connection is there. Annie has to find herself, and she definitely does that. Her husband rears his head (of course he does!) after several months, and Annie has to figure out what to do. I don’t want to give away the story. Lots of twists and turns.

The Vineyard, by Barbara Delinsky. A novel with many current day issues. Husband and wife own a vineyard in Rhode Island. Husband dies. Widow soon (too soon) marries the manager, a hired employee, much to the consternation of her two grown children. Widow hires woman as personal assistant (much of the book comes from her voice) and she gets entangled into the many webs, clinging from the many decades the winery has tried to be successful. Really interesting. Lots of plot twists, but all revolving around work of the vineyard. Cute love story too. It wouldn’t be a Delinsky book without that aspect.

Consequences, Penelope Lively. I’ve always loved this author’s writing style. Have read many of her books. This one follows a rather dotted line family, the women, as they grow through worn-torn London and England. There’s poverty and both major events and minor ones that send the story’s trajectory in new directions. Riveting for me. Lively won the Booker Prize for Moon Tiger, her most famous book.

Below Zero, C.J. Box. Mystery of the first order. A Joe Pickett novel (he’s a game warden in Wyoming) with a family member thought dead is suddenly alive. Or is she? Joe’s on the hunt to find out. I don’t read these books at night – too scary. I love his books, though.

Consolations of the Forest: Alone in a Cabin on the Siberian Taiga, by Sylvain Tesson. I’m not sure what possessed me to read this book. About a late 30s guy who seems to crave solitude; he’s offered a 11×11 cabin in the cold/frozen Siberian outback, on a huge lake that freezes over in winter. Here’s a quote from the book: “A visit to my wooden crates. My supplies are dwindling. I have enough pasta left for a month and Tabasco to drench it in. I have flour, tea and oil. I’m low on coffee. As for vodka, I should make it to the end of April.” Vodka plays large in this book. Tesson (who is French, with Russian heritage) is a gifted writer, about the wilderness, the flora and fauna, about the alone-ness, the introspection. Mostly he ate pasta with Tabasco. No other sauce. Many shots of vodka every day. Drunkenness plays a serious role too – what else is there to do, you might ask? He lived there for about a year. I’d have lasted a week, no more.

The Auburn Conference by Tom Piazza. Another one, given my druthers I’m not sure I’d have picked up. For one of my book clubs. Excellent writing. 1883, upstate NY. A young professor decides to make a name for himself and puts on an event, inviting many literary luminaries of the day (Mark Twain, Frederick Douglass, Herman Melville, Forrest Taylor and a romance novelist [the outlier] Lucy Comstock). Part panel discussion, part private conversations, the author weaves a tale of discord, some moderate yelling, some rascism and much ridicule of the romance novelist. Also some words of wisdom, maybe not from the authors you’d have expected. Unusual book.

As Bright as Heaven, by Susan Meissner. 1918. Philadelphia. About a young family arriving with the highest of hopes. Then the Spanish Flu hits and dashes everything. You’ll learn a whole lot about that particular virulent flu and the tragic aftermath. Really good read.

Hour of the Witch, by Chris Bohjalian. Boston, 1662. A young woman becomes the 2nd wife of a powerful man, a cruel man. She determines to leave him, something just “not done” back then. Twists and turns, she’s accused of being a witch. Story of survival, and a redeeming love too.

My Oxford Year, by Julia Whelan. At 24, a young woman is honored with a Rhodes Scholarship to Oxford. She’s older than most of her fellow classmates, and as an American, doesn’t fit in very well. She’s left a good job back home, but determines to try to work some for the political campaign job she’s left, and also do the work for her Oxford scholarship. She meets a professor. Oh my. Such an interesting book. I loved learning about the culture of Oxford, and there’s a fascinating romance too, somewhat a forbidden one with said professor.

Madame Pommery, by Rebecca Rosenberg. I love champagne. Have read a number of books over the years (novels) about the region (and I’ve visited there once). This is real history, though in a novelized form. Madame Pommery was widowed, and determined she would blaze a trail that was not well received (no women in the champagne business for starters). And she decides to make a different, less sweet version. She’s hated and reviled, but sticks to her guns, veering away from the then very sweet version all the winemakers were producing. Fascinating story.

The Wager, by David Grann. A true tale of shipwreck, mutiny and murder back in the 1740s. Not exactly my usual genre of reading, but once I heard about the book, I decided I needed to read it. This is a novelized version of the story, based on the facts of an English shipwreck, first off Brazil, then later off Chile. Of the men, their struggle to survive (and many didn’t). Yes, there’s murder involved, and yes, there’s mutiny as well. Those who survived stood trial back in England many years later. Riveting read.

Before We Were Yours, by Lisa Wingate. 1939. A shantyboat in the backwaters of the Mississippi River. A 12-year old girl is left to care for her younger siblings when her mother is taken ill. A mystery ensues, and soon officials chase these youngsters to take them into an orphanage, one that became infamous for “selling” the children, weaving wild tales of their provenance. Dual timeline, you read about a successful young attorney who returns home to help her father, and questions come up about the family history. Fascinating read. You’ll learn about this real abominable woman, Georgia Tann, who profited by her “sales.”

The Vaster Wilds, by Lauren Goff. This tells the story of a young servant girl, in the aftermath of the starvation in Jamestown, the beleaguered town that virtually disappeared because the people weren’t prepared for the harshness of survival in those days. She escapes before the demise of the town and heads west, with nothing but the clothes she’s wearing. She survives longer than you might think, and encounters a lot of interesting experiences and people. Very interesting historical read.

Lady Tan’s Circle of Woman, Lisa See. Historical fiction, from 1469, Ming Dynasty, China. Based on the true story, however, about a young woman mostly raised by her grandmother who is a well known physician. Her grandfather is a scholarly physician, her grandmother, more an herbalist, or like a pharmacist of the day. Tan eventually marries into a family and is immediately subjugated by the matriarch, who won’t allow her to practice any of her healing arts. Quite a story, and also about how she eventually does treat women (women “doctors” were only allowed to treat women) as a midwife and herbalist. You’ll learn a whole lot about the use of flowers and herbs for healing and about the four humors.

Winter Garden, by Kristen Hannah. Quite a story, taking place in Washington State with apple orchards forming a backdrop and family business. Two sisters, never much friends even when they were young, return home to help care for their ailing father. Their mother? What an enigma. She took no part in raising them, yet she lived in the home. She cooked for the family, but rarely interacted. Yet her father adored his wife, their mother. How do they bridge the gulf between each other and also with their mother. Another page turner from Kristen Hannah.

Trail of the Lost, by Andrea Lankford. Not my usual genre. This is nonfiction, about Lankford who has plenty of credentials for rescue services, and is an avid hiker herself, determines to try to find some missing people who have disappeared off the face of the earth on the Pacific Crest Trail. It’s about how rescues work, everything from the disconnect between active citizens who want to help, and seemingly the unwillingness of authorities to share information. Not exactly a positive for law enforcement in this book. Really fascinating. There are hundreds of people who have disappeared off various long hike trails in the U.S. This is about four who were hiking (separately and at different times) on the PCT.

Tomorrow, Tomorrow and Tomorrow, by Gabrielle Zevin. I’ve never been a “gamer.” Not by any standard definition, anyway. Not like people who really get into games, adventure, killers, etc. And this book isn’t a game .. . but it’s a novel (and a great story, I might add) about how these games come into being. How they’re invented, how they morph. First there were two college students, then a third person is added, and they end up creating a wildly popular game. A company is born. And it goes from there. Mostly it’s about the people, their relationships, but set amidst the work of creating and running a gaming company. Not all fun and games, pun intended.

Remarkably Bright Creatures, by Shelby Van Pelt. Oh gosh, what a fabulous book. It’s a novel; however, much of the story is about the intelligence of octopus. In particular this one, Marcellus, who lives in an aquarium in a fictitious town in western Washington State. More than anything the book is about relationships, not only Marcellus with a woman (of a certain age) who cleans the aquarium at night, but the various people in this small town.

Trust, by Herman Diaz. This novel is an enigma in so many ways. It’s a book, within a book, within a book. About the stock market crash back in 1929, but it’s about a man. Oh my. It’s really interesting. This book won the Pulitzer. That’s why I bought it.

Cassidy Hutchinson is a young woman (a real one) who works in politics or “government.” She’s worked for some prestigious Washington politicians, and ended up working for Trump. The book is a memoir of her short spin working at the highest levels, and obviously at the White House. She worked under Mark Meadows and suffered a lot of ridicule when she quit. Truth and lies . . . when she couldn’t live with herself and subvert the truth. Enough, gives you plenty of detail leading up to and after the January 6th uprising. She testified to Congress about what she knew. Really interesting. I almost never read books about politics because I think many (most?) of our elected politicians succumb to the lure of power and forget who they work for, us, the public.

Becoming Dr. Q, by Alfredo Quiñones-Hinojosa, MD, is an Associate Professor of Neurosurgery and Oncology at Johns Hopkins University. This is his memoir about how he went from being a penniless migrant from Mexico to one of the world’s most renowned experts in brain tumors.

The Invincible Miss Cust, by Penny Haw.  In 1868 Ireland, a woman wasn’t allowed to attend veterinary school, much less become a veterinarian. It took  years of trying (to the horror of her aristocratic family) and finally someone took her under their wing, she enrolled using a pseudonym (a name not revealing her gender). This is a true story of Aleen Isabel Cust, who did just that.

Her Heart for a Compass, by Sarah Ferguson (yes), the Duchess of York. I was pleasantly surprised as I read this book that it wasn’t the usual romantic romp – there’s more to this story than you might think. Ferguson utilizes some of her family ancestors as real characters in the book. Sweet story but with lots of twists and turns.

Someone Else’s Shoes, by Jojo Moyes.Nisha, our heroine, is a wealthy socialite. She thinks her life is perfect. At the gym someone else grabs her gym bag, so she grabs the similar one. Then she finds out her husband is leaving her and he’s locked her out of their high-rise apartment. She’s penniless. No attorney will take her on. She has nothing but this gym bag belonging to someone else (who?).

The Eleventh Man, Ivan Doig. What a story. Ben, part of a Montana college football team in the 1940s, joins the service during WWII. So do all of his eleven teammates. After suffering some injuries in pilot training he is recruited by a stealthy military propaganda machine. His job is to write articles about his teammates as they are picked off at various battle theaters around the Pacific and Europe. Ben goes there, in person, to fuel the stories. Ivan Doig is a crafty writer; I’ve read several of his books, my favorite being The Whistling Season.

Wavewalker, by Suzanne Heywood. Oh my goodness. A memoir about a very young English girl who goes off with her besotted and narcissistic parents and her brother on a years-long sailing journey supposedly following the route of James Cook. A very old, decrepit 70-foot schooner. Four people, 2 sort-of adults and 2 children. Sometimes a helper or two. A seasick mother. A dad who is driven to the extreme, whatever the damage he creates. She spent 10 years aboard.

Claire Keegan wrote Small Things Like These. It’s won a lot of awards, and shortlisted for the Booker Prize. Takes place in Ireland. Some profound questions come up in this novella, about complicity, about restitution. There’s a convent nearby, and attached one of those places young girls were sent if they found themselves “in the family way,” and about how the church helped, supposedly, by taking the children and placing them in homes, without consent. It’s ugly, the truth of the matter. Really good read.

Nicholas Sparks isn’t an author I read very often because his books are pretty sappy, but daughter Sara recommended this one, The Longest Ride. It begins with Ira (age 93), stuck in his car as it plunges off the edge of a road, and it’s snowing. As the hours tick by, he reminisces about his life.

The Neuroscientist Who Lost Her Mind, by Barbara Lipska. Interesting that I’ve read two books recently about the brain (see Doctor Q above). This is a true story about a woman, a neuroscientist, who developed a metastatic melanoma in the brain.

The Price of Inheritance, by Karin Tanabe. This is a mystery, of sorts. Our heroine is an up and coming employee at Christie’s (auction house). In bringing a large collection of expensive art to auction, she makes a misstep about the provenance of a desk. She’s fired. She goes back to her roots, takes a job at a small antique store where she used to work.

The Covenant of Water, by Abraham Verghese. Did you read Cutting for Stone, years ago, by this author? Such a good book, so I knew I’d enjoy this one, and oh, did I!. The book takes place in a little known area of southern India, and chronicles a variety of people over a few generations, who inhabit the place.

Finding Dorothy, by Elizabeth Letts. My friend Dianne recommended this book to me, and it was so special. Loved it beginning to end. It’s based on the story of 77-year old Maud Gage Baum (her husband Frank Baum wrote The Wizard of Oz).

The Bandit Queens, by Parini Shroff. It’s about a young Indian woman, Geeta, as she tries her best to make a living after her husband leaves her. Yet the community she lives in, thinks Geeta murdered him.

Attribution, by Linda Moore. We follow art historian Cate, as she struggles to succeed in her chosen field against sexist advisors. She finds what she thinks is a hidden painting.

The Measure, Nikki Erlick. Oh my goodness. This story grabbed me from about the third sentence. Everyone in the world finds a wooden box on their doorstep, or in front of their camper or tent, that contains a string. Nothing but a string. The author has a vivid imagination (I admire that) and you just will not believe the various reactions (frenzy?) from people who are short-stringers, or long-stringers.

The Book Spy by Alan Hlad. True stories, but in novel form, of a special Axis group of men and women librarians and microfilm specialists, sent to strategic locations in Europe to acquire and scour newspapers, books, technical manuals and periodicals, for information about German troop locations, weaponry and military plans of WWII. I was glued to the book beginning to end. Fascinating accounts.

A Dangerous Business, Jane Smiley. What a story. 1850s gold rush, story of two young prostitutes, finding their way in a lawless town in the Wild West. There’s a murder, or two, or three, or some of the town’s prostitutes, and the two women set out to solve the crime.

Storm Watch, by C. J. Box. I’m such a fan of his tales of Wyoming Game Warden Joe Pickett’s adventures catching criminals. Loved it, just like I’ve loved every one of his books.

Defiant Dreams, by Sola Mahfouz. True story about the author, born in Afghanistan in 1996. This is about her journey to acquire an education. It’s unbelievable what the Taliban does to deter and forbid women from bettering themselves.

Language of Flowers by Vanessa Diffenbaugh. This is fairly light read, a novel – but interesting, about the meaning behind many flowers.

The Rome Apartment, by Kerry Fisher. Such a cute story. Maybe not an interesting read for a man. It’s about Beth, whose husband has just left her, and her daughter has just gone off to college. Beth needs a new lease on life, so she rents a room from a woman who lives in Rome.

All the Beauty in the World, a memoir by Patrick Bringley. Absolutely LOVED this book. Bringley was at loose ends and accepted a job as a guard at the Metropolitan Museum of Art in NYC. He’d been a journalist at The New Yorker magazine, but after his brother was ill and died, he needed refreshing. After his training at the museum, he moves from room to room, guarding the precious art, and learning all about the pieces and the painters or sculptors.

The Queen’s Lady, by Joanna Hickson. I love stories about Tudor England, and this one didn’t disappoint. Joan Guildford is a lady in waiting to Queen Elizabeth. Oh my goodness are there twists and turns.

Once in awhile I’m ready to read another Louise Penny mystery. This time it was World of Curiosities. Usually I’d write something wonderful regarding “another tome about Three Pines.” Not going to say it this time. Three Pines becomes a sinister place. Murders (many).

Over the years I’ve read many of Jodi Picoult’s books. This, her newest, or very new, is called Mad Honey. Oh, my. This book is beyond Picoult’s usual borders, but then she always writes edgy books. That’s her genre. This one is written with a co-author, a woman who is gay (I think) and also a trans-gender.

Philippa Gregory is one of my fav authors. Just finished her 3rd (and last, I think) in the Fairmile series called Dawnlands. If you scroll down below you’ll find the 2nd book in the series, Tidelands. Very interesting about English history, but about the same families from the first book in the group. Loved it, as I loved all of them.

Am currently reading Rutherfurd’s long, long book, Paris. I love these involved historical novels about a place (he’s written many about specific places in the world). It’s a saga that goes back and forth in time, following the travails of various people and families, through thick and thin. Some of it during the era of the King Louis’ (plural, should I say Louies?). Very interesting about some of the city’s history and royalty.

Although this book says A Christmas Memory, by Richard Paul Evans, it’s not just about Christmas. A young boy is the hero here, but really an older widower man who lives next door plays a pivotal part of this book.

Wish You Were Here, by Jodi Picoult. Another page-turner. I loved this book. A thirty-something woman, about to take a trip with her boyfriend, when Covid breaks out. Covid plays a major role in this book, beginning to end. She decides to go anyway as her boyfriend is a doctor and cannot leave. She ends up on a remote Galapagos island, and you go along with her – with people she meets, the life she leads, the isolation she experiences, the loneliness she feels, but the joy of nature is a sustaining aspect.

Not everyone wants to read food memoirs. When I saw Sally Schmitt had written a memoir, titled Six California Kitchens, I knew I wanted to read it. I met Sally a few times over the years when I visited Napa Valley, and bought some of her famous pickled items, chutneys, jams, etc. She was the original chef at The French Laundry, before it became truly famous by Thomas Keller.

Being a fan of Vivian Howard (from her TV show), when I saw she’d written another book, I knew I should buy it. This Will Make It Taste Good is such an unusual name for a cookbook, but once you get into the groove of the book, you’ll understand. What’s here are recipes for some “kitchen heroes” she calls them. They’re condiments. They’re food additions, they’re flavor enhancers.

As soon as it came out, I ordered Spare, by Prince Harry. I’ve always been interested in the Royal Family.

Unaccustomed Earth by Jhumpa Lahiri. Usually I don’t seek out short stories. I might have purchased this book without realizing it was. There aren’t that many stories – each one gets you very ingrained in the characters. I love her writing, and would think each story in this book could be made into a full-fledged novel.

A Lantern in Her Hand, by Beth Streeter Aldrich. A very interesting and harrowing story of early pioneer days in the Midwest (Nebraska I think); covered wagon time up to about 80 years later as the heroine, Abbie Deal, and her husband start a family in a small town.

The Messy Lives of Book People, by Phaedra Patrick. From amazon’s page: Mother of two Liv Green barely scrapes by as a maid to make ends meet, often finding escape in a good book while daydreaming of becoming a writer herself. So she can’t believe her luck when she lands a job housekeeping for her personal hero, mega-bestselling author Essie Starling, a mysterious and intimidating recluse.

Four Seasons in Rome by Anthony Doerr. I’m a fan of this author and relished reading his book about a year in his personal life, with his wife and very new, newborn twins. Doerr was given an auspicious award – a year of study in Rome, with apartment and a stipend. There are four chapters, by season.

Kristin Hannah’s Distant Shores is quite a read. Some described it as like a soap opera. Not me. Interesting character development of a couple who married young. She put her own career/wants/desires aside to raise their children. He forged ahead with his life dreams. The children grow up and move on. Then he’s offered a huge promotion across the country. She’s torn – she doesn’t want to be in New York, but nothing would get in the way of his career.

Oh, William! by Elizabeth Strout. Lucy Barton is divorced. But she’s still sort of friendly with her ex. It’s complicated. Out of the blue he asks her to go on a trip with him to discover something about his roots.

Tidelands,  by Philippa Gregory. It tells the tale of a peasant woman, Alinor (an herbalist and midwife), who lives barely above the poverty level, trying to raise two children, during the time of great turmoil in England, the rancorous civil war about Charles 1.

Read Reminders of Him, by Colleen Hoover. A page turner of a story. A young woman is convicted of a crime (young and foolish type). Once released her sole purpose is to be a part of her daughter’s life.

The Last Anniversary by Liane Moriarty. Oh my goodness. The wicked webs we weave. How in the world did the author even come UP with this wild story, but she did, and it kept me glued. Sophie walked away from her wedding day, and always wondered if she made the wrong decision.

Very funny and poignant story, Mrs. Palfrey at the Claremont, by Elizabeth Taylor (no, not that one). Mrs. Palfrey, a woman of a certain age, moves into an old folks’ home in London. It’s a sort of hotel, but has full time elderly quirky residents.

For one of my book clubs we read Lessons in Chemistry, by Bonnie Garmus. This book is so hard to describe. Elizabeth is a wizard at chemistry and struggles to be recognized for her intelligence and research. She meets a man at her company who is brilliant too. They make quite a pair. They have a child, then he suddenly dies. Her work isn’t taken seriously, so she leaves her employment and becomes an overnight phenom on a cooking show where she uses the chemical names for things like sodium chloride, etc. You go alongside her struggles, and her raising of her daughter. LOTS of humor, lots to discuss for a book club.

Horse. Oh my, is it a page turner. Loved it from the first page to the last. Sad when it ended. It’s a fictional creation but based on a real racehorse owned by a black man, back in the 1850s. Technically, the story is about a painting of the horse but there are many twists and turns. If you’ve ever enjoyed Brooks’ books in the past, this one won’t disappoint.

The Book of Lost Names, by Kristin Harmel (no, not Hannah). Certainly a little-known chunk of history about a woman who becomes a master forger during WWII to help get Jewish children out of France. Not easy to read, meaning the difficulty of anyone finding the means and place to DO the forgery and right under the noses of the Nazis. Really good read.

Liane Moriarty’s first novel, Three Wishes, follows the travails of adult triplets, so different, yet similar in many ways. Two are identical, the third is not. So alike, and so not. It takes you through a series of heart-wrenching events, seemingly unrelated, but ones that could bring a family to its breaking point and test the bonds of love and strength.

Recently I’ve read both of Erin French’s books, her cookbook, The Lost Kitchen, and since then her memoir, Finding Freedom. About her life growing up (difficult) about her coming of age mostly working in the family diner, flipper burgers and fries (and learning how much she liked to cook). Now she’s a very successful restaurant entrepreneur (The Lost Kitchen is also the name of her restaurant) in the minuscule town of Freedom, Maine. She’s not a classically trained chef, but she’s terrifically creative. See her TV series on Discover+ if you subscribe.

Jo Jo Moyes has a bunch of books to her credit. And she writes well, with riveting stories. Everything I’ve read of hers has been good. This book, The Girl You Left Behind, is so different, so intriguing, so controversial and a fascinating historical story. There are two timelines here, one during WWI, in France, when a relatively unknown painter (in the style of Matisse) paints a picture of his wife. The war intervenes for both the husband and the wife.

Eli Shafak’s Island of Missing Trees. This book was just a page turner. If you’ve never read anything about the conflict in Cyprus (the island) between the Turks and the Greeks, you’re in for a big history lesson here. But, the entire story centers around a fig tree. You get into the head/brain/feelings of this big fig tree which plays a very central part of the story. You’ll learn a lot about animals, insects (ants, mosquitos, butterflies) and other flora and fauna of Cyprus.

Also read Apples Never Fall by Liane Moriarty. Ohhh my, such a good book. I couldn’t put it down. Whatever you do, do not read the ending before you start the book. I’ve never understood people who do this. The book chronicles the day a mom just ups and disappears. The grown children come back home, in panic. The dad isn’t much help, and he becomes the prime suspect of foul play. There is no body, however.

If you’d like a mystery read, try Dete Meserve’s The Space Between. It’s just the kind of page-turner I enjoy – a wife returns to her home after being away on business for a few days, to find her husband missing and what he’s left for her is an unexplained bank deposit of a million dollars, a loaded Glock in the nightstand, and a video security system that’s been wiped clean.

Read Alyson Richman’s historical novel called The Velvet Hours. Most of the book takes place in Paris, with a young woman and her grandmother, a very wealthy (but aging) woman who led a life of a semi-courtesan. Or at least a kept woman. But this grandmother was very astute and found ways to invest her money, to grow her money, and to buy very expensive goods. Then WWII intervenes, and the granddaughter has to close up her grandmother’s apartment, leaving it much the way it had been throughout her grandmother’s life, to escape the Nazis. Years go by, and finally answers are sought and found. An intriguing book, based on the author’s experience with an apartment that had been locked up similarly for decades, also in Paris.

Susan Meissner is one of my favorite authors. This book, The Nature of Fragile Things tells a very unusual story. About a young Irish immigrant, desperate to find a way out of poverty, answers an ad for a mail order bride.

Also read Rachel Hauck’s The Writing Desk. You could call this a romance. A young professional, a writer of one successful book, has writer’s block. Then she’s asked to go to Florida to help her mother (from whom she’s mostly estranged) through chemo. She goes, hoping she can find new inspiration.

Also recently finished The Weight of Ink by Rachel Kadish. The book goes backwards and forwards in time, from the 1600s in London with the day-to-day lives of a group of Jews (who had to be very careful about how they worshiped) to current day as an old house is discovered to hold a treasure-trove of historical papers.

Colleen Hoover has written quite a book, It Ends with Us: A Novel, with a love story being the central theme, but again, this book is not for everyone – it can be an awakening for any reader not acquainted with domestic violence and how such injury can emerge as innocent (sort of) but then becomes something else. There is graphic detail here.

Nicolas Barreau’s novel Love Letters from Montmartre: A Novel  is very poignant, very sweet book. Seems like I’ve read several books lately about grieving; this one has a charming ending, but as anyone who has gone through a grave loss of someone dear knows, you can’t predict day to day, week to week. “Snap out of it,” people say, thinking they’re helping.

Another very quirky book, that happens to contain a lot of historical truth is The Phone Booth at the Edge of the World: A Novel by Harry N. Abrams. Set in Japan just after the tsunami 10 years ago when 18,000 people died. At a private park miles away, some very special people installed a phone booth, with a phone (that didn’t work) at the edge of the park, and the survivors of the tsunami began wending their way there to “talk” to their deceased loved ones. Very poignant story.

No question, the most quirky book I’ve read of late, a recommendation from my friend Karen, West with Giraffes: A Novel by Lynda Rutledge. Back in the 1930s a small group of giraffes were brought across the Atlantic from Africa to New York, destined for the then-growing San Diego Zoo. The story is of their journey across the United States in the care of two oh-so-different people, both with a mission.

Could hardly put down Krueger’s book, This Tender Land: A Novel. Tells the harrowing story of a young boy, Odie, (and his brother Albert) who became orphans back in the 30s. At first there is a boarding school, part of an Indian (Native American) agreement, though they are not Indian. They escape, and they are “on the run.”

Just finished Kristin Hannah’s latest book, The Four Winds: A Novel. What a story. One I’ve never read about, although I certainly have heard about the “dust bowl” years when there was a steady migration of down-and-out farmers from the Midwest, to California, for what they hoped to be the American Dream. It tells the story of one particular family, the Martinellis, the grandparents, their son, his wife, and their two children.

Also finished reading Sue Monk Kidd’s recent book, The Book of Longings: A Novel. It is a book that might challenge some Christian readers, as it tells the tale of Jesus marrying a woman named Mary. I loved the book from the first word to the last one. The book is believable to me, even though the Bible never says one way or the other that Jesus ever married. It’s been presumed he never did. But maybe he did?

Jeanine Cummins has written an eye-opener, American Dirt. A must read. Oh my goodness. I will never, ever, ever look at Mexican (and further southern) migrants, particularly those who are victims of the vicious cartels, without sympathy. It tells the story of a woman and her young son, who were lucky enough to hide when the cartel murdered every member of her family – her husband, her mother, and many others. It’s about her journey and escape to America.

Also read JoJo Moyes’ book, The Giver of Stars. Oh gosh, what a GREAT book. Alice joins the Horseback Librarians in the rural south.

Frances Liardet has written a blockbuster tale, We Must Be Brave. I can’t recommend this book highly enough. Although the scene is WWII England, this book is not really about the war. It’s about the people at home, waiting it out, struggling with enough food, clothing and enough heat.

William Kent Krueger wrote Ordinary Grace. From amazon: a brilliantly moving account of a boy standing at the door of his young manhood, trying to understand a world that seems to be falling apart around him. It is an unforgettable novel about discovering the terrible price of wisdom and the enduring grace of God. It’s a coming of age story.

A Column of Fire: A Novel by Ken Follett. It takes place in the 1500s, in England, and has everything to do with the war between the Catholics and the Protestants, that raged throughout Europe during that time, culminating in the Spanish Inquisition.

My Name Is Resolute by Nancy Turner. She’s the author of another book of some renown, These is my Words:

The Shepherd’s Life: Modern Dispatches from an Ancient Landscape by James Rebanks. This is a memoir, so a true story, of a young man growing up in the Lake District of Northern England, who becomes a shepherd. Not just any-old shepherd – actually a well educated one. He knows how to weave a story.

 

Tasting Spoons

My blog's namesake - small, old and some very dented engraved silver plated tea spoons that belonged to my mother-in-law, and I use them to taste my food as I'm cooking.

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Posted in Desserts, on December 9th, 2010.

four spice cake

Oh, was this ever delicious. It was last week sometime when a group of us were talking about old-time recipes that nobody makes anymore, and my friend Peggy (I think) mentioned that spice cake is one of those things that’s gone by the wayside. That got me to thinking about it. My mother used to make a great spice cake (not a mix, although Duncan Hines and Pillsbury did used to produce a box mix), but after looking, I couldn’t find one in her recipe box. Found three recipes, though, amongst my cookbooks and to-try recipes. The one with the browned butter frosting stood out.

spice cake wholeI made the cake, and our daughter Sara, who came to visit with her family over the weekend, made the frosting. Neither was difficult, but the spice mixture is certainly different. The recipe came from Sunset Magazine in October. Its title is “French Four Spice Cake with Browned Butter Spice Frosting.” That seemed like an unwieldy name, so I shortened it up some. But the recipe is just as it was printed in the magazine and online.

In France, they have a spice called quatre épices. It’s a mixture of spices, including white pepper. Maybe in France you can buy this already packaged (like we would buy pumpkin pie spice). It’s not hard to make – as long as you have white peppercorns on hand, you’ll likely have the other spices (cinnamon, ginger, cloves, nutmeg). Although it’s called four spice, it’s actually five. I made a small batch in my electric spice grinder. Just remember that once spices are mixed together, they don’t hold their flavors as long – use the mixture within a month. Also, grind it up well – you don’t want little chunks of white pepper in your cake. You use some of it in the cake and some in the frosting as well.

The cake fills a 9×9 pan, but actually, we got many more than 12 servings out of it – if you served it with some vanilla ice cream on the side, I think it would easily serve 16. Whatever the serving sizes, it’s really good. Comfort food. And the frosting – oh my goodness – it’s rich, but good enough that you could easily lick the beater clean as a whistle! Don’t be tempted to make more frosting (to frost the sides, for instance). You don’t need more. The cake is tender and tasty, but the frosting puts it onto another plane!

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French Four-spice Cake with Browned Butter Spice Frosting

Recipe By: Sunset Magazine, 10/2010
Serving Size: 12
NOTES: Quatre Epices: grind in a spice blender, coffee mill or mortar and pestle: 1 tablespoons white peppercorns, 1/8 teaspoon freshly grated nutmeg, 1/4 teaspoon (about 6) whole cloves, 1/8 teaspoon ground cinnamon and 1/8 teaspoon ground ginger. Store leftovers in airtight jar and use within a month. If you cut smaller pieces, this would easily serve 16.

CAKE
1/2 cup unsalted butter — softened
1 cup packed brown sugar
Zest of ½ orange
2 large eggs
3 2/3 cups flour
2 tablespoons unsweetened cocoa
2 teaspoons quatre épices
1 teaspoon baking powder
1/2 teaspoon baking soda
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/2 cup buttermilk
FROSTING
2/3 cup unsalted butter
1/4 cup honey
1 teaspoon quatre épices
2 tablespoons half and half
1 1/2 tablespoons lemon juice — [or orange juice]
3 cups powdered sugar
2/3 cup walnuts — chopped, toasted

1. Preheat oven to 350°. Butter and flour a 9-in. square pan.
2. Make cake: Beat butter, brown sugar, and zest in a large bowl with a mixer until fluffy. Add eggs and beat until well blended. In another bowl, combine flour and other dry ingredients. Add flour mixture to butter mixture one-third at a time, alternating with buttermilk half at a time, and beating on low speed after each addition until blended. Spread batter in pan.
3. Bake until a toothpick inserted in center comes out clean, 25 to 30 minutes. Let cool on a rack, 10 minutes. Loosen cake from pan with a slender spatula, then invert onto a rack. Re-invert onto another rack; cool completely.
4. Make frosting: Cook butter in a medium saucepan over medium-low heat, swirling pan occasionally, until deep golden brown, 10 to 15 minutes. Pour into a mixer bowl, let cool, then chill until firm enough to beat, about 30 minutes. Add remaining ingredients except for nuts and beat until fluffy, 1 to 2 minutes, occasionally scraping inside of bowl.
5. Split cake horizontally with a long serrated knife. Lift off top layer with 2 wide spatulas. Set bottom layer on a platter, then spread with half of frosting. Replace top layer. Spread top of cake with remaining frosting, then sprinkle with nuts.
Per Serving: 570 Calories; 24g Fat (36.4% calories from fat); 8g Protein; 85g Carbohydrate; 2g Dietary Fiber; 85mg Cholesterol; 217mg Sodium.

A year ago: Saffron Risotto Cakes (oh, yum, love those things)
Two years ago: Rice Pudding
Three years ago: Cauliflower with Scallop Soup

Posted in Veggies/sides, on December 8th, 2010.

saffron basmati rice

After we had our big turkey dinner on Thanksgiving I piled all the bones, a bit of the skin, and some of the meat that I chose not to pick off, into my big crockpot and left it to simmer with a couple of quarts of water. It simmered overnight. By morning I had this lovely big pan full of thick turkey stock. Along with a bunch of little, tender pieces of turkey too (you can see a long strand of it in the left foreground above). After saving the meat pieces, I strained the broth to remove all the bones, skin and some of the little pieces of junky tissue, and it had almost no fat in it.

leftover turkey with basmati

Going to my to-try file I found a recipe that I’d read on someone else’s blog. I wasn’t so enamored with it as the blogger was (see link in last sentence below). My DH said “you can throw out the rest of that.” Sigh. I haven’t, because I figure I’ll eat it, even if he won’t. It’s rare that I make something my hubby simply won’t eat, but this dish was one. (Not the rice, just the turkey part.)

This reminds me of a story  . . . but let me just say about this above recipe, that I altered the ingredients a little. That sets the stage for my story  . . . years ago I was good friends with a gal who went to college with me. She married the same week I did (this was in 1962), and we ended up moving close to one another (by happenstance). In a matter of 5 years she had a whole passel of children, was a stay-at-home mom of the first order. Cooked everything from scratch, including all her own bread. One day she made a dessert – let’s just say it was a kind of Boston cream pie dessert – and raved about it, and she shared the recipe with me. A few weeks later I made it, but was short on time and I used a box mix for the yellow cake and a package of quick-cooking pudding for part of the filling. I wasn’t so thrilled with the results and mentioned it to my friend [one of my early lessons – if it’s your friend’s recipe, you don’t always tell your friends everything]. She quizzed me about what I’d done. After telling her how I’d changed the recipe to save time, she was hugely annoyed and informed me that if I wasn’t going to make things exactly the way she gave me the recipe, then she wasn’t going to give me any more recipes! It’s now 45 years later, and I still remember her lecturing me! She and her family moved to Oregon in the 1970’s and we’ve lost touch.

So perhaps, because I changed the recipe I made here today, it wasn’t like the recipe I printed out. The blogger would probably scold me for not adhering to her recipe exactly. She had used fresh, raw chicken, marinated it in yogurt and stuff, then flash-fried it. No sauce at all (there’s no sauce in the picture above, just some nuts on top). Me? Well, I had leftover turkey. So I coated the nice tender bite-sized breast meat pieces with the yogurt mixture and flash fried it too (quickly, as it didn’t need any cooking, just warming). The mixture was a tad on the dry side – but maybe it’s supposed to be that way – it’s a rice dish, not a curry or a stew. But it was too dry for me. So with the leftovers of that I added a jar of Trader Joe’s Thai green chile curry sauce. That almost made it worse!

BUT, the rice was fantastic, so I’m giving you that part. It will be made again. And again. Because of the texture of the rice (it’s actually more like a pilaf) and the flavor (saffron). I made a nice big batch of it and will freeze quart-sized freezer bags of it for future meals. It’s a Nigella Lawson recipe.

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Saffron Basmati Rice Pilaf

Recipe By: Originally a Nigella Lawson recipe
Serving Size: 8

1 tablespoon butter
1 tablespoon olive oil
2 1/4 cups basmati rice
4 cups turkey stock — or chicken broth
1 whole lemon — zest and juice
1 teaspoon saffron threads
3 whole cardamom pods — gently crushed with meat mallet
2 tablespoons pistachio nuts — or other nut for garnish

1. In a large saucepan, melt the butter with olive oil. Once it’s shimmery hot, add the rice, stirring it to coat the rice. Allow to cook, stirring constantly, for 2-3 minutes. Add the saffron, cardamom seeds, turkey or chicken stock, and the lemon zest and juice.
2. Bring to a boil and cover tightly. Turn heat to very low and cook until the rice has absorbed all the liquid, about 10-15 minutes. Do not over cook the rice.
Per Serving: 226 Calories; 5g Fat (21.8% calories from fat); 5g Protein; 38g Carbohydrate; trace Dietary Fiber; 4mg Cholesterol; 1123mg Sodium.

A year ago: Butternut Squash Soup with Amaretti Cookie Crumbles
Two years ago: Chocolate Mousse in the Blender
Three years ago: Harlequin Pinwheels

Posted in Travel, on December 7th, 2010.

desert oak

Usually I wouldn’t write up a separate post about a tree. But I thought this tree was worth a separate story – called a desert oak. It survives in the outback with a bizarre set of DNA. Hmmm, do trees have DNA? Maybe not, but you get my drift. They grow in profusion in the area around Ayers Rock. They’re hardy trees, with a unique method of growing. Once they germinate and grow up a foot or so they almost go in hibernation until they have sufficient rain or a water source to continue growing. If this tree happens to germinate and grow during a drought (the outback’s last drought lasted 7 years) it will sit in its hibernation until it knows it can survive. Meanwhile, it sends down a tap root (one, single root that goes straight down, maybe several hundred feet) until it locates a water source. It may take years for it to reach water as the tap root grows very slowly. (Can you imagine?)

The tree pictured above (about 12-15 feet high, is my recollection) is probably 200 years old. These trees are very slow growing, obviously. Taller ones, up to about 30 feet, are hundreds and hundreds of years old. I just found this entire set of facts about an outback tree so interesting. The leaves are kind of spiny – not soft or frilly at all, but stiff and spiky. Why it’s called an oak, I don’t know.

A year ago: Pumpkin Streusel Coffeecake
Two years ago: Pannettone (an Italian Christmas bread)
Three years ago: Salmon with Maple and Thyme

Posted in Travel, on December 6th, 2010.

royal flying doctor service

The photo above was part of a panorama at the Royal Flying Doctor Service facility in Alice Springs. We visited the site, had a tour with a volunteer docent and watched a movie about the services. Here’s the history, recopied from the RFDS website:

The RFDS began as the dream of the Rev John Flynn, a minister with the Presbyterian Church. He witnessed the daily struggle of pioneers living in remote areas where just two doctors provided the only medical care for an area of almost 2 million square kilometres [that’s about a 75 thousand square miles if I did my math correctly – about the size of Texas x 3]. Flynn’s vision was to provide a ‘mantle of safety’ for these people and on 15 May 1928, his dream had become a reality with the opening of the Australian Inland Mission Aerial Medical Service (later renamed the Royal Flying Doctor Service) in Cloncurry, Queensland.

Until the 1960s, the Service rarely owned our own aircraft. We used contractors to provide aircraft, pilots and servicing. We progressively began to purchase our own aircraft and employ our own pilots and engineers.

Today, we own a fleet of 53 fully instrumented aircraft with the very latest in navigation technology. We operate 21 bases across Australia. Our pilots annually fly the equivalent of 25 round trips to the moon and our doctors and flight nurses are responsible for the care of nearly 270,000 patients! We’ve come a long way from that first flight in 1928 which saw the Flying Doctor airborne at last.

Some of the work is done via telephone – with doctors available to discuss medical issues with the people who live in the outback. If an emergency exists, a plane is dispatched to the closest tiny airport and either the patient is treated on site, or the patient is transported to the closest major hospital. It’s an amazing service provided to the people who live in outback Australia (they do have national health in that country). After our tour we visited the facility’s small gift shop and many of us on our trip purchased something there. I bought a cookbook of Aussie recipes [called Mantle of Safety Cookbook 2] compiled by the Auxiliary of the RFDS. All proceeds benefit the purchase of equipment (planes and on-board medical gear, none of which is paid for by the government).

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Posted in easy, Veggies/sides, on December 4th, 2010.

parsnip apple mash

Can I just tell you to make this? Just do it, okay? It’s SO good. Mellow. Comforting. Sort of sweet (from the apples). The consistency of mashed potatoes, but tastes nothing whatsoever like mashed potatoes. Parsnips just don’t get a lot of respect, but they’re so worth making. And when you mix them half and half with apples, well, a whole new thing is born!

Our daughter-in-law Karen brought these to our house for Thanksgiving dinner. It’s a Martha Stewart recipe (from the November issue), and Karen made it exactly as directed. I wouldn’t change a thing. You bring the parsnips and apples to a simmer for 25 minutes, mash, add butter, salt, pepper and serve. Delicious! Worth making.

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Apple-Parsnip Mash

Recipe By: Martha Stewart Living, Nov. 2010
Serving Size: 4

1 pound parsnips — peeled and cut into 1/2-inch pieces
1 pound apples — (such as Honeycrisp or Fuji) peeled, cored, and cut into 1/2-inch pieces
1 cup water
1 tablespoon unsalted butter
Coarse salt and ground pepper

1. In a medium saucepan, combine parsnips, apples, and water. Cover and bring to a boil over medium-high. Reduce heat to medium and cook, covered, until parsnips are completely tender, 25 to 30 minutes.
2. Transfer mixture to a food processor, add unsalted butter, and process until smooth. Season with coarse salt and ground pepper.
Per Serving: 159 Calories; 4g Fat (18.7% calories from fat); 1g Protein; 33g Carbohydrate; 8g Dietary Fiber; 8mg Cholesterol; 12mg Sodium.

A year ago: Smoked Pork (in a smoker)
Three years ago: Turkey Tortilla Free Form Soup

Posted in Travel, on December 3rd, 2010.

ayers mushroom rock

Going to Ayers Rock is kind of like a pilgrimage for many people. Especially those who enjoy hiking. Not only are there flat hikes around much of the base of the rock, but there is a very treacherous rock face you can climb (not rock-climbing, per se, but difficult rock hiking). The path is partly lined with steel poles connected with chain to help the climbers get up the steeper parts. Once up about half way, though, you must continue without aids. Way too many people fall to their deaths there, mostly coming down (on the same path you went up). I didn’t take a photo of the climb area (if you go online you can see several photos of that part of it). We did a lengthy walk around the base, in the warm sunshine. Hot sunshine. The rock above was just one of the sights to see along the way. We also visited a natural springs (origin unknown, but deep underground, obviously). We went early in the morning and there were almost no other tourists. The rock climb is, I think, around the left end there in the photo below. You hike up that steep incline and can walk up almost to the tallest bump in the rock, then return. The aboriginal people own the rock, but it’s in the custodial hands of the national trust of Australia. There’s a fee to enter the park which goes towards the upkeep of the facilities around it. The native people would prefer people not climb the rock, but they don’t forbid it. The sacred area, actually, is around a part of the base (not open to the public). For safety reasons, when the winds are high, the climb is closed, which was the case both days we visited the rock.

Picnik collage

Note the second from bottom – the cave drawings. Marilyn, our guide, told us something about what it said, but sorry, I’ve forgotten what it was! The rock is all sandstone which contains lots of iron (hence the red). Centuries of rain have etched the rock and occasionally they do have some chunks that fall off.

ayers rock lizardIn the picture at left you can see a lizard in the center. Head to tail he was probably about two feet long, perhaps. As soon as one of our group moved a bit closer to take a picture he skittered off to hide.

tree bark

Remember, I love to take pictures of tree trunks. Found this weathered old tree near the base of Ayers Rock that just had so much character to it. Beautiful, don’t you think?

A year ago: Broccoli with garlic and cranberries

Three years ago: Bishop’s Bread (one of my very favorite things to bake at Christmastime – I’ve made it every year since about 1973)

Posted in Travel, on December 2nd, 2010.

alice springs post telegraph office

Part of most Australian tours is a side trip to the Outback. Having been down, up and across the eastern half of Australia, I find it easier to describe it this way: picture the entire island of Australia as a desert, then think about a narrow ribbon around the outside edge, but mainly on the eastern side only. That’s Australia. The center (and most of the land mass, actually) is desert-like outback. It’s not flat sand by any means – it’s beautifully contoured and colorful (depending on the time of year you’re there and the status of drought in the land at the time). It’s red. It’s rocky. It’s flat in many places. There are streams and trees and shrubs of many varieties. And this year, with the drought ended, there are abundant wildflowers in the outback. A welcome change for the hearty people who live there.

Now, think back about that ribbon of green – that’s where most of the cities are, on the edges: Melbourne, Sydney, Brisbane, Cairns, Darwin, Perth and Adelaide. We visited all of those except Darwin and Perth. Then you cut across the middle and you come to Alice Springs, kind of in the southern part, center.

We flew into Alice Springs and could see “outback” for 360 degrees. With scrubby shrubs and trees of many varieties. Lots of the aboriginal people live in the outback. They’re assimilated into Australian society. I think our guide, Marilyn, told us that there are very few actual Aboriginal villages anymore. Our group did visit a rural school ( which was mostly aborigines – I couldn’t go because I had a cold and spent the whole day in bed, sniffling). We’d taken some children’s clothing (used) with us and the items were given to the school. There’s not a whole lot to DO in Alice Springs. It’s a quiet little town with a few shops, and several adequate restaurants. Nothing fancy, though. The hotel reminded me of an old Midwestern motel from the 1950’s, actually. Clean enough. Also adequate.

One of the places we visited was the Alice Springs Telegraph Station. It’s outside Alice Springs by a few miles and is the original site of the first European settlement in Alice Springs. It was established in 1872 when the telegraph was first installed in Australia, but this particular connection was from the north (Darwin) to the south (Adelaide), crossing the outback from north to south with 12 similar telegraph stations. British military personnel staffed the station and were generally sent there for an 8-year tour. Our tour guide was Alec Ross, a 74-year old man who was taken from his mother when he was three years old (he was ill and the powers-that-be believed he’d be better off cared for at the Telegraph Station). Alec is a half-breed (half white, half Aborigine). Numerous other half-breed children also grew up at the Station. At the time such children were outcasts. Eventually he was adopted into a white family and grew up a normal child. He’s a very garrulous, handsome man, with a wealth of stories to share about his growing-up years there.

alice springs telegraph station

Those are the original buildings of the telegraph station, patched up here and there, with some of the original furniture inside. At the end of our tour Alec picked up a couple of boomerangs and showed us how they’re thrown (he was very good) and let all of us take a turn trying to bring the boomerang back to us. He also had a cattle whip that he expertly cracked, sounding just like gunshot.

The Telegraph Station is now a National Reserve in Australia. It also had a nice little gift shop which many of us utilized. I bought a small, flat fabric purse with an Aborigine design on it. I’ll take a photo of it and post it another day.

second hand shop

This was a sculpture along one of the thoroughfares in Alice Springs. As we all stood there looking at this thing, Marilyn asked us what we thought it meant. Somebody came up with it (not me) – it’s the sign for a “second hand” store (in the background).

This just tickled my funny bone, so I thought you all needed a laugh too.

Two years ago: Banana Bread

Three years ago: Cranberry Vinaigrette (a salad dressing)

Posted in Soups, on December 1st, 2010.

turkey chili

Finally, I got myself back in the kitchen yesterday to actually cook, from scratch. As I write this on Tuesday (yesterday when this publishes) it’s been two weeks since we arrived back home from New Zealand, and then all hell broke loose. Dave is improving some every day, although certainly not fast enough for him! His pain meds are his best friend. He’s able to move around the house with no difficulty, including up and down our different flights of stairs. He can shower himself except for drying off his back. And he no longer carries his red heart pillow everywhere he goes, although coughing is still excruciatingly painful. He was having a problem with edema (fluid retention) but that seems to be getting under control now, thank goodness. He’d gained over 20 pounds in fluid, but as of yesterday morning he was back to his normal weight. Dave is a slender man anyway, so 20 pounds on him is a lot. He can’t drive for another two weeks.

So anyway, with turkey leftovers crowding the refrigerator, I pulled out my old tried and true, favorite Southwestern Turkey Chili recipe that I’ve been making for about 15 or so years. Dave told me I made it too hot this time – I didn’t have Anaheim chiles, so substituted one jalapeno instead – so I’ll need to dilute what’s left to make it more palatable for him. It’s definitely a heart-healthy entrée (instead of butter, I used about 2 tsp. of olive oil). I added just the barest smidgen of salt. I didn’t cook up the beans myself, but used canned ones (which do contain sodium). I don’t oversalt things anyway. I always buy light sour cream, and I did use regular cheddar cheese. I don’t like low fat cheeses, so I just use less of the regular cheese instead.  So if you still have some turkey in your refrigerator, do try this if you enjoy the spicy flavors of the Southwest (cumin, chili powder, ground coriander, oregano).

This soup/stew comes together quite quickly once you chop up all the veggies. Vary the vegetables to suit your family’s taste. I use the fire-roasted corn from Trader Joe’s, but plain corn (fresh or frozen or even canned) works just fine too. Use cheddar or Jack, or whatever you have on hand. The sour cream garnish (to me anyway) is a necessary ingredient – it softens the heat and gentles the flavors. And, as always, it’s much better the next day.

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Southwestern Turkey Chili

Recipe By: Deer Valley Resort, Park City, Utah (Bon Appetit, 12/91)
Serving Size: 12
NOTES: I make this ahead because the flavor is enhanced. It’s a standard use of leftover turkey from Thanksgiving. The original recipe used more butter and cheese, and served heartier portions. You can also use canned black beans if you don’t want to make them from scratch. If you can’t find Anaheim chiles, add one medium jalapeno instead, or one serrano.

BEANS:
2 cups black beans — rinsed and drained
10 cups water
1 teaspoon pepper
SOUP:
1 tablespoon unsalted butter
2 medium Anaheim chili peppers — seeded and chopped
2/3 cup red onion — chopped
2/3 cup celery — chopped
2/3 cup red bell pepper — chopped
1 large leek — chopped, white part [optional]
2 large garlic cloves — minced
2 tablespoons oregano — crumbled
1/4 cup flour
2 1/2 tablespoons chili powder
2 1/2 tablespoons ground cumin
2 tablespoons ground coriander
1 teaspoon salt
1/4 teaspoon sugar
4 1/2 cups chicken broth
2 1/4 cups corn — frozen, defrosted
4 cups turkey — cooked, diced
GARNISHES:
1/2 cup cheddar cheese — grated
1/2 cup red onion — minced
1/2 pint fat-free sour cream
1/2 cup cilantro — chopped

1. Place black beans in large pot with enough cold water to cover by 3 inches and let soak overnight. Drain beans and return to pot. Add water and pepper and bring to boil. Reduce heat and simmer until beans are tender, stirring occasionally, about 1-1/2 hours. Drain beans.
2. Melt butter in large Teflon pan over medium heat. Add chiles, onion, celery, bell pepper, leek, garlic and oregano. Cook until vegetables soften, stirring occasionally, about 10 minutes. Reduce heat to low. Add flour, chili powder, cumin, coriander, salt and sugar and cook 5 minutes, stirring frequently. In a large stock pot add most of the chicken broth and bring to simmer, stirring frequently, then add all the mixture from the sauté pan. Puree half of the corn with remaining stock in food processor. Add puree to chili. Mix in black beans, turkey and remaining corn. Simmer chili 15 minutes, stirring occasionally. Can be prepared 1 day ahead. Cover and refrigerate; rewarm before serving. Add more broth or water if the chili is too thick.
3. Ladle chili into bowls. Serve, passing cheese, minced onion, sour cream and cilantro separately.
Per Serving: 336 Calories; 10g Fat (25.4% calories from fat); 27g Protein; 38g Carbohydrate; 8g Dietary Fiber; 52mg Cholesterol; 590mg Sodium.

A year ago: how to do a spatchcocked turkey
Two years ago: White Turkey Chili (a different recipe than the one above)
Three  years ago: Apple Parsnip Soup

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