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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 Restaurants, on August 11th, 2008.

We spent a couple of days on our boat in San Diego last week. Purportedly we went there to escape the heat and humidity. We didn’t, but that’s another story. Nevertheless, I took the opportunity to research some good restaurants in San Diego and made reservations. Casual attire is the order of the day when you’re on a boat, so I knew we needed places that were okay with casual but not scruffy clothes. My first go-to resource is always Alice Q Foodie. Alice’s blog is about food/recipes/restaurants, and down the right column she lists all of her favorite San Diego restaurants. For this trip, I wrote down seven possibilities, then discussed them with my DH.

We were going out with a dear friend, Tony. Dave and Tony became friends in about 1975 through business, and they’ve been fast friends ever since, with much of their common interests revolving around boats. Tony has a mammoth power boat – a Nordhaven 50 in case anyone is interested – a luxury boat of the first order which he docks sorta-kinda near our yacht club. Tony is Italian, lives in Fallbrook (a small town at the north end of San Diego County) so I phoned him several hours ahead of time and asked if he’d been to any of the restaurants on my list (only one was Italian). He hadn’t, but when I mentioned Arrivederci, he jumped on it. Tony is a very good cook in his own right, but he loves to discover new Italian places. We enjoyed some wine and cheese on his boat for an hour or so before we departed for the restaurant, located in North Park (just north of downtown San Diego).

I’d made reservations for 7 pm (if I’d known they didn’t have A/C, I’d have asked to sit on the patio). It was exceedingly warm that evening. My GPS usually works like a charm, but this time she (Trudi, we call her, the female voice in our GPS) could not even FIND Fourth St. Or 4th St. Oh well. We figured out how to get there despite the problem. Tony made a quick call to the restaurant to get the cross streets. After all, San Diego is my home town, though I haven’t lived there since about 1971.

As soon as we sat down, we ordered a bottle of Sicilian Nero d’Avola. We were seated in the back of the restaurant, as far back as the small restaurant goes, that is, without a puff of hot sticky air coming our way. It was warm. Very warm. The menu is huge. Too big for me. There were far too many choices, nearly all of which looked good. The specials of the day numbered over 20. At Alice’s blog, she highly recommended the Portobello (stuffed) appetizer, so we ordered it right away. It came, nestled on a plate of lightly dressed greens . We shared it. The large portobello was coated with lots of flavored breadcrumbs. The bites I got with cheese were wonderful. The bites without any cheese were quite mediocre. I’d probably request next time that I have extra cheese or something like that. To make darned sure! But it was good.

Dave ordered veal scallopine, which he said wasn’t memorable. Too bad. Tony and I both ordered the pork osso buco, which was absolutely outstanding. I mean out-of-this-world-outstanding. It was a tower of a shank of pork, so tender you cut it with a fork, as it fell off the bone. It was served, centered in a mounded pool of smooth, unctuous risotto. It was, without a doubt, the best restaurant risotto I’ve ever had. Thinly sliced mushrooms, swimming in some kind of dark, clear sauce were spooned over it. Oh my. I didn’t even eat half of it, so Dave and I shared what was left as a light dinner a couple of nights later. The leftover risotto certainly wasn’t as good as the first time around, but the pork was still tender and juicy. I may have dreams about that pork and risotto. Now, did I happen to mention to you how WARM it was in the restaurant? By the time we were mid-way through the main course, I was dripping. The hot food entering an already warm body made an uncomfortable combination. We left as soon as we could. Californians simply are NOT used to humidity higher than about 30-40%, so we get real miserable, impatient and intolerant when it’s any higher. I heard people saying it was up in the 80% range. I think the temperature was in the high 80’s. No wonder I was uncomfortable.

Arrivederci

3845 Fourth Avenue
San Diego, CA 92103
1.619.299.6282

 

 

 

 

So, to cool off, we zipped down Washington and stopped (how lucky we were to find one parking place within half a block) at Gelato Vero. I’ve mentioned this place before on my blog. They have the best-est gelato this side of Italy. The patriarch, from the old country, made gelato from his family’s prized recipes for decades. He’s now gone, but I hear his son is running the business. Our favorite is banana, but they didn’t have any of that flavor. All three of us ordered a medium cup. The bill? $13.78. Yikes. They charge by the ounce now, likely because the price of milk has gone up. We sat outside in the muggy heat, but loved the gelato! You don’t go there for the ambiance – it’s a tiny, cramped store, with a table or two inside and a few tables outside. Go outside and watch the traffic go by. Worth going to? Absolutely.

Gelato Vero
3753 India St.
San Diego, CA 92103

The next day, during the afternoon Dave took other friends of ours, Joe & Yvette, out for a day sail, along with Yvette’s 9-year old niece Vittoria. What a little doll she is! Dave said Vittoria was a natural at sailing – she took the helm for awhile and did an exceptional job keeping the boat lined up for maximum breeze. Dave was impressed!

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