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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. 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):

Music of Bees, Eileen Garvin. Absolutely charming book about a woman in midlife, lonely, who raises bees, also makes unlikely friends. Heart-warming and very interesting about beekeeping.

A Postcard from Paris, Alex Brown. Really cute story. Dual time line, 1940s and present day about renovating an old apartment in Paris, things discovered.

Time of the Child, Niall Williams. Oh such a good book. Very small village in Ireland, 1960s. A baby is left on the doorstep. The town all whispers and helps. I listened to an interview of the author, which made me like him and his books even more.

Sipsworth, Simon Van Booy. If you like animals you’ll swoon. An old woman who really wants to die finds a tiny mouse in her house and befriends it and finds a reason to live. Utterly charming book.

The Forger’s Spell, Edward Dolnick. True story. For seven years a no-account painter named Han van Meegeren managed to pass off his paintings as those of Johannes Vermeer.

If You Lived Here, You’d be Home by Now, Christopher Ingraham. Could hardly put it down – about a journalist who takes on a challenge to move to small town in Minnesota and write about it. He expects to hate it and the people and place, but he doesn’t. Absolutely wonderful true story.

The River We Remember, William Kent Kreuger. 1950s, Minnesota. A murder and the aftermath. Could hardly put it down. Kreuger has such a vivid imagination and writing style.

How the Lights Gets In, Joyce Maynard. An older woman returns to New Hampshire to help care for her brain-injured son. Siblings and family, lots of angst and resentments.

The Filling Station, Vanessa Miller. Every American should read this book. A novelized retelling of the Tulsa massacre in 1921. Absolutely riveting.

The Story She Left Behind, Patti Callahan Henry. Love this author. Based on a true story. A famous author simply vanishes, leaving her husband and daughter behind. She had invented a mystical language no one could translate. Present day, someone thinks he’s solved the riddle, contacts the family. Really interesting read.

The Girl from Berlin, Ronald Balson. Love anything about Tuscany. An elderly woman is being evicted from a villa there, with odd deed provenance. Two young folks go there to help unravel the mystery. Loved it.

The Island of the Colorblind, Oliver Sacks, M.D. Nonfiction. The dr is intrigued by a remote Pacific island where most of the inhabitants are colorblind. He also unravels a mystery on Guam of people born with a strange neurological problem. Medical mysteries unveiled. Very interesting.

The Bookbinder, Pip Williams. Post 1914 London. Two sisters work at a bookbindery. They’re told to not read the books. One does and one doesn’t. One has visions beyond her narrow world; the other does not. Eventually the one gets into Oxford. Lovely story.

The Paris Express, Emma Donoghue. 1895 on a train to Paris, a disaster happens. You’ll delve into the lives of many people who survived and died in the crash.

A Race to the Bottom of Crazy, Richard Grant. This is about Arizona. Author, wife and child move back to Arizona where they once lived. Part memoir, research, and reporting in a quest to understand what makes Arizona such a confounding and irresistible place.

The Scarlet Thread, Francine Rivers. A woman’s life turned upside down when she discovers the handcrafted quilt and journal of her ancestor Mary Kathryn McMurray, a young woman who was uprooted from her home only to endure harsh frontier conditions on the Oregon Trail.

A Place to Hide, Ronald Balson. 1939 Amsterdam, an ambassador has the ability to save the lives of many Jewish children. Heartwarming.

Homeseeking, Karissa Chen. Two young Chinese teens are deeply in love, but in China. Then their families are separated. Jump to current day and the two meet again in Los Angeles.

North River, Pete Hammill. He always writes such a good story. A doctor works diligently healing people from all walks of life. His wife and daughter left him years before. One day his 3-yr old grandson arrives on his doorstep.

A Very Typical Family, Sierra Godfrey. A very messed-up family. Three adult children are given a home in Santa Cruz, Calif, but only if the siblings meet up and live in the house together. A very untypical scenario but makes for lots of messes.

Three Days in June, Anne Tyler. The usual Anne Tyler grit. Family angst. This wasn’t one of my favorites, but it was entertaining and very short.

Saved, Benjamin Hall. Author is a veteran war reporter. Ukraine, 2022, he nearly loses his life to a Russian strike. Riveting story – he survives, barely.

Grey Wolf, Louise Penny. Another Inspector Gamache mystery in Quebec. She is such an incredible mystery writer.

All the Colors of the Dark, Chris Whitaker. A missing person mystery, a serial killer thriller, a love story, a unique twist on each. Could hardly put it down.

Orbital, Samantha Harvey. Winner of 2024 Booker Prize. I don’t usually like those, but I heard the author interviewed and she hooked me. This is not a normal book with a beginning, a story and an end. It’s several chapters of the day in the life of various astronauts at the ISS (Int’l Space Station). All fictional. She’s been praised by several real astronauts for “getting it” about space station everyday life.

The Blue Hour, Paula Hawkins. An island off Scotland. Inaccessible except when the tide is out. Weird goings on. An artist. A present day mystery too.

Iron Lake, William Kent Krueger. A judge is murdered and a boy is missing. Riveting mystery.

Tell the Wolves I’m Home, Carol Ricks Brunt. 1980s. A 14-yr old girl loses her beloved uncle. Yet a new friendship arises, someone she never knew about.

Four Treasures of the Sky, Jenny Zhang. 1880s, a young girl is kidnapped in China and brought to the United States. She survives with many hurdles in the path.

The Boy Who Fell out of the Sky, Ken Dornstein. Memoir, 1988. The author’s brother died in the PanAm flight that went down in Lockerbie, Scotland. A decade later he tries to solve “the riddle of his older brother’s life.”

Worse Care Scenario, T.J. Newman. Oh my. Interesting analysis of what could/might happen if a jet crashed into a nuclear plant. Un-put-downable.

Song of the Lark, Willa Cather. Complicated weave of a story about a young woman in about 1900, who has a gifted voice (singing) and about her journey to success, not without its ups and downs.

Crow Talk, Eileen Garvin. Charming story which takes place at a remote lake in Washington State, about a few people who inhabit it, the friendships made, but also revolving around the rescue of a baby crow.

The Story Collector, Evie Woods. Sweet story about some dark secrets from an area in Ireland, a bit magical, faerie life, but solving a mystery too.

A Sea of Unspoken Things, Adrienne Young. A woman investigates her twin brother’s mysterious death. She goes to a small town in California to figure it out, to figure HIM out.

The King’s Messenger, Susanna Kearsley. 1600s England, King James. About one of his trusted “messengers,” and his relationship with a young woman also of “the court.” Lots of intrigue.

In the Shadow of the Greenbrier, Emily Matchar. Interesting mystery in/around the area of the famous resort in White Sulphur Springs, West Virginia.

Isola, Allegra Goodman. Hard to describe, survival story on an island in the 1600s.

Save the Date, Allison Raskin. Rom-com, witty, LOL funny. Clever.

The Sirens, Emilia Hart. Numerous time-lines, Australia. Mysteries abound, nightmares, abandoned baby, weird allergies.

Red Clay, Charles Fancher. LOVED this book. Mostly post-Civil War story about the lives of slaves in Alabama during Reconstruction.

Stars in an Italian Sky, Jill Santopolo. Dual time line, 1946 and recent time. Love stories and a mystery.

Battle Mountain, C.J. Box. Another one of Box’s riveting mysteries. Love his descriptions of the land.

Something Beautiful Happened, Yvette Corporon. A memoir of sorts in Greece, tiny island of Erikousa, where the locals hid Jews during WWII. All elusive stories told by the author’s grandmother.

The Jackal’s Mistress, Chris Bohjalian. 1860s Virginia, about a woman who saves the life of a Union soldier. Really good story.

Song of the Magpie, Louise Mayberry. Really interesting story about Australia back in the days when it was mostly a penal colony. Gritty strength of a woman trying to thrive with her farm.

The Boomerang, Robert Bailey. A thriller that will have you gripping the book. About a lot of secrets surrounding the president (fictional novel, remember) and his chief of staff and about cancer. A cure. Such a good story.

Care and Feeding, Laurie Woolever. Really interesting memoir of a woman driven to succeed in the restaurant business. She worked for Mario Batali and then Anthony Bourdain. Gritty stories.

Everything is Tuberculosis, John Green. Maybe not a book for everyone. A real deep dive into the deadly tuberculosis infection, its history. I heard the author interviewed and found the book very interesting.

The Book Lovers Library, Madeline Martin. Fascinating read about Boots’ drug stores’ lending library. And the people who worked in them.

The Arrivals, Meg Mitchell Moore. LOL funny, about a middle-aged couple whose children (and their various family members) return to the family home and the chaos that ensues.

My Life as a Silent Movie, Jesse Lee Kercheval. About grief. A big move to Paris, finding herself a new life with a new set of real blood family.

Escape, Carolyn Jessop. Another memoir about a woman really in bondage in Utah, Mormon plural marriage.

 

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 Uncategorized, on November 26th, 2014.

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It’s Wednesday morning as I’m sitting here at my computer in the kitchen. It’s chilly outside and I have my latte beside me as I wake up, before I begin working on a couple of projects. I’ve already made the cranberry relish that I’m supposed to take to the dinner tomorrow. Next is the simple syrup I need for the cranberry shrub I’m taking, to serve with bubbly, so I’m taking a couple of bottles of good Champagne. I’ll try to remember to take pictures! I bought a bottle of a cranberry mixture (liquid shrub mix) at a cute shop a couple of weeks ago – a store devoted to unusual spirits and gifts for the connoisseur of them.

Music is playing on my Sonos speakers from my Pandora Radio set-up. I’ve created a John Rutter “station,” which plays his music, but as I have taught it what I like, Pandora has found lots of similar music. A good part of it is choral music and a bunch of the Mormon Tabernacle Choir (which I enjoy anyway). I don’t want to listen to news. Nothing much good to watch or listen to on world news today. I’m more introspective this morning. Classical music comforts me most of the time.

This last week I’ve spent a considerable amount of time cleaning out my hubby Dave’s closet. That has to be one of the hardest tasks for family to do after the loss of a loved one. I remember helping my mother with my Dad’s clothes when he passed away, then I did it myself after my mother passed. I paused at one particular blouse of hers (days later, and ever since, I wish I’d saved it). So I’ve saved a number of Dave’s things – one particular polo shirt that I loved on him, a sport coat (black and beige plaid) that I always complimented him on whenever he wore it. I’ve saved his baseball cap with the boat’s name embroidered on it. Also his lava lava, a kind of a man’s sarong. It has to be 50 years old, and in recent years he didn’t wear it because he’d have to go back upstairs to dress later, and with 2 artificial legs, he limited the number of times he’d have to do that in a day. He also got cold more easily.  I saved his favorite belt with nautical flags embroidered on it. He’d worn it the day before his stroke. It was something I hadn’t noticed in his closet – that the shorts were on a shelf with the belt still in it. I pulled it to me and tried to find Dave’s scent. None. I’ve also saved the pajamas he was wearing – they’re sealed in a ziploc bag, but unfortunately his scent isn’t there either. It makes me so sad. Recently I did find a jacket he wore frequently, hoping because it hadn’t been washed, that I’d find even the smell of his sweat. Maybe that sounds weird to people, but when you lose a beloved spouse, you want to find anything you can that makes them more “alive,” even though you know they’re not. So sweat would have comforted me some, but no, none there. I’ve also saved his big, long thermal robe, bright red, with his name embroidered on it. I don’t know that I’ll wear it, but for some reason I can’t quite part with it. Some people just throw everything out. I’ve been judicious about that because of my regrets about my mother’s blouse. So even though I may not look at these things very often, I want to save them. To look at occasionally, to hold, to hug. Just writing about this makes me cry.

Overall, though, I’m doing okay. My friend Linda phoned me the other day after she’d read my post about grieving this week. She thought I was not in a good place. But I think I am okay. On that scale of 1-10, I’m about a 6 and I haven’t budged from that for awhile. I’ve been quite busy this week (always a good thing – at least it is for me) so I haven’t had too much time to be sad. I’m hoping tomorrow will be okay. I’ll be surrounded by family, and it will be loud, boisterous and busy-busy, so that will keep my mind from wandering to my grief. I’ll try to hold it off in abeyance. If that’s possible.

Dave’s sailboat is in escrow, so on Sunday, the family and a few friends are going to the boat to do the “memorial sail” in Dave’s memory. I hope the pleasant weather holds so we don’t freeze to death. There will be about 10-11 of us (that’s a lot for the boat to accommodate easily) so we probably won’t go out for long. As I mentioned before, I’ll take along some wine from the cellar, some soft drinks for the kids, maybe some coffee would be good, and we’ll go out to motor around a bit and tell stories. If I have time I’m going to write a letter to the new owners which I’ll leave with the yacht broker to give them after the close of escrow, when he gives them the keys. I just want them to know the history of the boat, as much as I can give them anyway. I don’t know a whole lot about the mechanics, other than the fact that Dave took very good care of her, so I don’t think there will be any issues at the sea trial which is scheduled next week. For a 30 year old boat, she’s in beautiful condition.

Next week I’ll post again, and hopefully have some photos to share.

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  1. Carole Pierce

    said on November 26th, 2014:

    Ah, Carolyn:
    You’ve done it again. My daughter and I went through Chris’s clothes
    much earlier simply because it was getting cold here, he had a bunch of good flannel shirts and there were plenty of homeless persons who could
    benefit from them. So we did it. No, not easy. We found a menswear shop where they would take a suit in good condition, match it with a shirt and tie, shoes and give it to a homeless man for job interviews. Just
    knowing we were giving a little relief helped with the process. No, it
    is not easy.

    A belated Happy Thanksgiving to you,
    Carole

    Thank you. I did much the same thing with most of his clothes also. . . carolyn t

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