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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 Travel, on April 14th, 2010.

Streams speak to me. The rushing sound of water over rocks, just the movement as the water quietly propels itself down. Out. Over. Under. Wider. Narrower. Bubbling. Burbling. Gushing. Quietly pondering. The stream-speaking thing dates back to my childhood when my family went camping (tent type) for our annual summer vacations in the California Sierra Mountains. Often we set up the tent within a dozen feet of a stream, and it lulled me to sleep at night and gently awakened me in the mornings. Often I would grab a book and take a walk – some location where I could read peacefully and listen to the water.

I feel like I’m in contact with God when I have the ability to sit in silence by a stream and open my ears to God talking to me. I wish I could say I made time to do that on this trip – at this place. No. If I’d asked Dave if he’d mind sitting in the car reading, he’d probably have said sure. I didn’t think to do it then, but as I look at the photo, I wish I had. Even for just a few minutes. My DH has no affinity for the sounds of rivers or streams. He’s a sailor, so only the sound of the ocean sends him off to another sphere. He’d tell you about how he comes face-to-face with God every time he sails at night, when he’s sailing to Catalina island and as he watches the waves, is blinded by the brightness of the night stars and the moon, he knows there’s a God and that he’s watching over him. The little bobbing boat out in the middle of the ocean. As he words it, he knows then that God makes the water blue and the grass green. And that he (God) is in charge.

Back to Arizona . . . after we left Sedona, we drove north through Oak Creek Canyon. I posted a photo I took with my iphone when we reached the northern edge of this canyon. If you’ve never been to Oak Creek, you’ve missed some awesome beauty. In the summer the river is fully enclosed in leafy trees, and it’s harder to see the river.

Way back a long time ago I stayed at a rustic resort in Oak Creek Canyon – we drove into it on this trip but the sign warned visitors that you needed to be a guest to drive on through, so we didn’t continue. But in order to reach Garland’s Oak Creek Lodge, you have to ford the river (or stream, depending on the time of year). My DH was petrified when we crossed over – I was driving, you see – he worried that the water level was too high. But having been there before, I knew that lots of people, without SUVs surely had forded the stream without a problem. The water was about 10-12 inches deep, I would guess, at the deepest. The river bed is lined in cement so there’s no chance of getting stuck. The photo below was taken just before we  made the return trip. FYI: if you ever want to go there, reserve well in advance (it was mostly full the days we wanted to be here, so we stayed at another place instead). The resort is made up of a bunch of adorable, but rustic cabins. A couple of them very close to the creek. And if you stay at Garland’s, dinner and breakfast are included.

Garland’s Oak Creek Lodge
8067 N State Route 89A
Sedona, AZ 86336-9696 (located several miles up highway 89A from Sedona, very secluded)

Where we stayed, near Sedona:
Canyon Villa B&B
40 Canyon Circle Dr
Sedona, AZ 86351 (in the Village of Oak Creek, south of Sedona)
The Canyon Villa is a modern B&B, with gorgeous views of the red rocks of Sedona. It’s lovely, and the owners are very gracious. The rooms are beautiful. Romantic. Canyon Villa is not in the busy, touristy part of town. We drove through that part, but didn’t stop except to see another resort (read below).  There are plenty of good restaurants in town. Trails to hike upon. And Navajo rug stores. And trinket shops with questionable “authentic” Indian jewelry. But it’s peaceful there. The stars are close enough you think you can touch them. We had dinner one night at Fork in the Road. I didn’t take any photos, but I’d highly recommend it. Not cheap. But delicious food.

There’s also another gorgeous place to stay in Sedona. I’ve never stayed there, but an email from Gloria, a new reader of my blog, told me we just had to stop there. L’Auberge de Sedona is within close walking distance of downtown Sedona, but you’d hardly know it since it’s down below town, right on the river’s edge. It’s lush. Expensive. But breathtakingly beautiful.

We’d just had breakfast at our B&B, otherwise we’d have taken my reader’s advice and enjoyed breakfast within a few feet of the rushing stream. I took several pictures there, but these two are representative of the beauty. Just behind where I was standing (the photo below) are numerous wrought-iron tables for dining.

The resort has cabins and rooms, plus first class dining. It would be very nice to stay here. I don’t think I’d ever leave, but rest most hours in that chair with my book at hand. And I’d allow God to speak to me.

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A year ago: Bittersweet Choc Chip Cookies
Two years ago: Chicken Breasts with Spinach and Gorgonzola

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