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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.

 

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Posted in Travel, on November 8th, 2010.

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As I write this and look at that photo, I can just FEEL the oppressive heat and humidity where I was taking the picture. It was about 80-90 F I guess, and at least the same humidity, as it was in Port Douglas, although in the rainforest it was just a bit cooler.

Really I don’t have time to write up a lengthy post about our two days at Daintree. This trip we’re on is quite active, and we have little or no down time when I’ could be typing away here at my laptop. I’ve purchased another 24 hours of internet (for $22) so will hope to at least get this short post up.

I have lots of photos that I’d like to post, but will likely wait until we get home and I can spend more time working on cropping photos, etc. before I post them. We spent 2 days and nights in Daintree National Park, way up north here in Australia. Where we must be a whole lot closer to the equator since it was hot, sticky, muggy with moisture. We were at a nice, but rustic resort right in the National Park. No phones (the white rats apparently chew all the phone wires as soon as they hook up new ones) and no TV. We walked the rain forest just once – I’ll write up a separate post about that since I have about 30 or so photos and will need to cull them down and write up stories about some of the flora and fauna.

But I will give you this little food tidbit:

Picture 003 On our way into the National Park we stopped at a little concession (obviously it’s a regular pause for all the OAT tours) and had a refreshing cup of local ice cream. What you see there, from 11 o’clock is: wattleseed (the best of the bunch), sapote (also really good, but not quite as tasty as the wattleseed) and blueberry. Down underneath was fresh pineapple. All four were scrumptious, but I liked the wattleseed the best.

I purchased some ground wattleseed when we were in Melbourne (did I tell you it’s pronounced mel-bin?), but I can’t take it with me to New Zealand. NZ has some very strict policies about taking any kind of flora or fauna (alive or dead and ground) into their country and our guide as assured me they’ll confiscate it. I can’t buy wattleseed in NZ, so today my goal is to transfer the contents of my bottle to a plastic bag and visit a local post office to mail it to myself. Our daughter-in-law Karen visited Australia some years back and brought me a package of wattleseed, but the voracious bugs in my pantry go to it before I had a chance to use it.

Picture 014 It’s a bit hard to see the rainforest right outside, but it’s definitely there. We had A/C in our cabins – the rooms were actually very nice. That’s my DH framing himself in the window. We sat out on that deck for a couple of hours one of the days. You can’t just go wandering in the rainforest without a guide, so we relaxed one afternoon and rested up. They have to generate their own power to supply all the rooms and cabins. We were in the middle of nowhere, trust me!

As I write this post we’re down in Sydney, but will need to cull more photos for that and write up more than one story about our visit here. We’re off to New Zealand soon.

Posted in Travel, on November 5th, 2010.

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My DH and the rest of the tour group went off to see the Great Barrier Reef today. Unfortunately, I don’t go on such adventures because it was out on the open ocean and I get seasick. I hope Dave is having a good time. The others expected to go snorkeling, to swim to a small island and back and take a little ride in a glass-bottomed boat. Dave planned to stay on the 159-foot catamaran the whole time. He can’t swim with his artificial legs, and he can’t stay upright in the water without his legs. Our guide thought the skipper of the catamaran would welcome Dave’s company at the helm.

 Picture 004 Me? I worked on yesterday’s posting you already read about Ayers Rock, then I took the local bus into the town of Port Douglas. If you’re not actually stopping in stores and buying things (I did some of the former but none of the latter) it might take you about 30 minutes to walk up and down the main street of town. Mostly the stores sell tropical resort stuff – saris, bathing suits, hats, beach gear, sunscreen and the usual kind of tourist stuff you’ll find almost everywhere else. Port Douglas reminds me of Naples, Florida or Honolulu. Probably much like any beach resort in the world.

I stopped for lunch – a grilled chicken breast served on top of fries and some brown gravy poured over the top with about two bites of lettuce, one tiny tomato wedge and a smidgen of cucumber. The chicken was tasty and not dry. The fries were good – actually the Aussies make very good fries. I just don’t eat them hardly ever. The Aussies do love their fries and they serve them (if you order them as a separate item) with a side of sour cream and a kind of sweet chili sauce – you dip each fry into the sour cream, then into the sauce. It’s actually quite good. My plate had a few that were crispy, but most of them turned pretty soggy with brown gravy on them.

Picture 011 Once I returned to the hotel/resort where we’re staying I went to the bar and asked for an iced coffee. What I got was this: iced coffee blended up with some vanilla ice cream plus a scoop of vanilla ice cream in it. It wasn’t what I was expecting (it cost me $6.50 plus a $1.00 tip) but it was so refreshing after being really warm and sticky walking around town.

The photo looks a bit dark here. I’m not bothering with going online to tweak it much. Suffice to say it was downright delicious.

I walked all around the resort and watched families playing in the swimming lagoon, and now I’m nice and cool in the room. The clothes I hand washed are draped all over the furniture on our patio. One pair of slacks I washed yesterday evening are still wet. Hopefully they’ll be dry by morning.

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Posted in Travel, on November 4th, 2010.

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As I type this we are actually way up north (in Queensland, at Port Douglas). Yesterday we flew from the outback (Ayers Rock airport) to Cairns (pronounced CANS). We arrived after dark and drove to a lovely, plush, lush resort north of there. It’s hot (about 90). It’s humid (probably about 90%) and reminds us of Hawaii. It’s a temperate climate here with the temps never ranging more than about 20 degrees all year ‘round. The room is pleasantly air conditioned, so I’m propped up on the bed, laptop on my lap, looking out our windows toward the lagoon/pool.

But, back to Ayers Rock. Having seen plenty of pictures of it, and heard tales from friends who have been there, I knew what to expect. But it’s so much more than what I’d thought – it’s gigantic. It’s not one clean, slick mound, but has lots of cracks, valleys, fissures in it. It also has some natural springs and almost always there is some water in the waterholes. The rock, called Uluru in the native’s language, is sandstone, but because it contains a lot of iron, it turns from the natural beige color to an ochre red. It’s beautiful, awe-inspiring. And it’s also a sacred place to the aboriginal people. To the men only of the native tribes. And the top of the rock isn’t sacred, it’s places around the rock that are, and the aborigines no longer allow people to go to those areas.

Picture 119 Our first day at the park we took a bus tour of the neighboring mountains – called Kata Tjuta (at the left above). Took a hike around parts of it. Then just near sunset we drove back to Uluru (about 30 minutes or so) and we hopped off our tour bus to join hundreds of other people to watch the sunset. We stood around watching the light change on the rock itself, sipping champagne and eating munchies. It was just gorgeous. It happened that a group of planes (similar to the Blue Angels) were flying all around the rock (being filmed from a hovering helicopter) during our visit there. Six of them buzzed like bees back and forth, up and down, loopdy-loops and all. It was quite spectacular. Give our group a little bit of wine and we hoop it up pretty good – we’re a bit loud and boisterous actually. A large group of Japanese tourists didn’t quite know what to make of us, I’ll tell you!

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You see marketing-hype photos of a solitary couple taken with the backdrop of the rock, with lovely shades of sunset and they hope you can picture yourself there. Well, along with thousands of other people, that’s all. We had a great time, though.

The next day we drove right up to the rock and did a hike around part of the base of it. People can still climb Uluru (the aboriginal people don’t like it, but they allow it). However, the climb is quite treacherous and 35 people have died falling off the rock. Both days we were there the climb was closed due to high winds. It was hot and people get easily dehydrated for one thing. But you climb up the same way you come down and everyone says the coming down is the really rough part. It’s very steep. All of us in our group were almost relieved it was closed, so we couldn’t do the climb. Dave and I hadn’t planned to do it anyway. That’s it for this post. More later.

Posted in Travel, on November 3rd, 2010.

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That probably doesn’t look all that interesting. But to the people who live in the Australian outback, seeing near solid greenery is monumental since they’re just coming out of a 7-year drought. I also took this photo to include some of the red sand (not dirt, but sand) that is unique to this part of the outback. Made a bit of a mess of my black sneakers. Our guide, Marilyn, remarked numerous times during our day-long bus journey in the outback, what a marvel it was to see the land in bloom and green. We saw lots of blooming wildflowers in brilliant reds and yellows. We saw grasses, shrubs and leafing trees – all of the in the blue-green, gray-green and light green color spectrums. Not dark or bright greens. This is mostly desert terrain and plants and shrubs or trees don’t come in those colors out here.

We saw lots of colorful birds, all varieties I’d never heard of before. Like a crested pigeon – pigeons are  nothing but a pest at home – and maybe they are here too – but they’re cute as bugs with a quail-like topknot atop their heads. There are lots of wild parrots in this region, and lorikeets – so cute! Can you tell I enjoy seeing and talking about animals?

And since I know you’re all interested to hear about what I have been eating . . . for breakfast all the hotels have a fairly standard menu buffet: scrambled eggs (they’re gross, IMHO), maybe hard poached eggs if we’re lucky, bacon (like Canadian bacon), sausages (salty and containing fillers), breads of several types, canned baked beans, cooked mushrooms, shredded potatoes, canned fruit (peaches and pears), yogurt, muesli if we’re lucky, dry cereal, toast, coffee, tea and juice. Lunches have varied. Sometimes there’s plenty of options like club sandwiches, quiche, pizza, hamburgers, maybe salads. Soft drinks like a 12-ounce diet coke are about $3.50 each. Maybe more. 

Dinners have also given us the gamut. Restaurants in the big cities have had great food. We had a super Indian meal the other night in Adelaide. Dave likes the kangaroo meat (me not so much, too gamey tasting). Emu meat is the same. Chicken is expensive – more than lamb. Have had lamb shanks, lamb roast, lamb chops. Have had delicious meat pies (beef, beef & mushroom, chicken and veggie). Have had salad drenched in gross Miracle Whip type dressing. Have had salads that are overloaded with huge chunks of cucumber and unripe tomatoes. Dinners have ranged from about $22-35 apiece, sometimes with nothing but a plate of meat. No veggies, or maybe a mound of mashed potatoes or some wedge potatoes. One night we had a $12 (each) dinner. They were out of spaghetti Bolognese, so I ordered carbonara. It was really rich – too rich to eat almost – with mushrooms, bacon (more of the morning Canadian bacon kind of stuff) and cream.  Dave ordered pizza. He could hardly eat it – it was mostly sausage, ground beef, salami slices, kalamata olives (which didn’t seem to fit the pizza type in my opinion). Dave ate about 2 pieces and left the rest.

Our tour group is much fun. All people about our age. Everyone enjoys wine, so we occasionally have a 5 pm happy hour. One couple went out and bought cheese and crackers. We all bought numerous bottles of wine at the Barossa Valley during a day-long winery tour and have been carrying those bottles around. Here in Australia you can carry wine on board flights (in your carryon) with no difficulty. We hope to take home a few bottles when we fly home from New Zealand.

The hotel rooms have electric kettles and tea bags and instant coffee. Most rooms have mini-fridges and they include some little containers of pasteurized milk for your tea. Mostly the Aussies drink something like English Breakfast tea. Coffee not so much. Some hotel dining rooms don’t brew coffee, but provide diners with instant. Ugh. Although I must say, some of the instant here is better than we get at home. The food in the outback hasn’t been all that good. We get by all right, just nothing to write about!

Posted in Travel, on November 2nd, 2010.

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When I have time I’ll need to write a post about this place – a cattle station with cattle and camels. I have several more good photos to upload about this outpost – we stopped there for lunch and listened to the owner – a bush man – they call him – tell us how he settled in the outback in 1956 and the hard and harsh life he and his family have led way out in the middle of nowhere.

Camels were brought to Australia a long time ago, but once they had outlived their usefulness (when the British Army wanted horses to send to India, not camels) the people in the outback who were caring for the camels couldn’t kill them (although they were told to); instead, they let them go. So now there are thousands of feral camels in the outback. Camels survive just fine, apparently. But there was a large group of them at this cattle station that are used for the tourists to take camel rides. We didn’t take a ride because we both did that when we were in Turkey in 1997.

Internet service is scarce in this country. I suppose if I lived here I’d have broadband, but as a visitor, I must rely on the hotels we’re staying in. Some have it; a few do not. Most often they have one or maybe two computer terminals in the lobby and they can be used for 10 minute increments for about $2.00. I could connect and just upload a paragraph of text, but no photos. To be able to connect MY computer (so I can upload photos)  is ridiculously expensive. So I’ve only done that once so far on this trip. I think I’ll be able to connect where we are – we’re actually at Ayers Rock as I type this and will have lots or stories to tell and photos to share at some point. The photo at top was taken at the cattle station that’s about half way between Alice Springs and Ayers Rock. And it deserves its own post because it was so interesting. Here’s one more photo from there:

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Posted in Travel, on October 30th, 2010.

We’re in rainy Adelaide and I’m using a hotel computer, so I can’t upload any of the wonderful pictures I have. Will do that whenever I can. We spent all day yesterday visiting wineries in the Barossa Valley, outside Adelaide. Wow. So gorgeous everywhere. Maybe like it was in California’s Napa Valley back in the 1950’s. Mostly red wine. Had one from a tiny family-run winery called Villa Tinto that has stood next to Penfold’s Grange wine and experts couldn’t tell the difference between their wine and Penfold’s. And that was just $18 a bottle. We bought two! We have five bottles wrapped in clothing in our luggage – we’ll have to drink at least one. They don’t export their wine, unfortunately.

We’re having a wonderful visit in Australia. We’re on a tour – did I mention that? – through OAT (Overseas Adventure Travel). Sixteen of us (maximum number on any tour). Today we’re flying to Alice Springs and will visit a flying doctor facility in the outback, as well as one of those outback stations too. I’ll be taking plenty of photos; I just can’t upload them, and may not have access to a computer for several days now. So far the food has been fantastic. I tasted kangaroo (they call it ‘roo here), but didn’t much care for it. My DH thinks it’s wonderful. Chicken is on menus, but it’s almost a delicacy and more expensive than the lamb. Lamb is the #1 entree item here, understandably. We saw wild kangaroos yesterday and one young male koala sitting in a tree right next to the road. We woke him up, but he wasn’t frightened of us. We didn’t touch him. I took a photo, though it was raining, so don’t know if it will come out very well.

Posted in Travel, on October 26th, 2010.

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There are some Tasmanian Devils – or Tassie Devils as they’re called here. There are three of them above, fighting over a piece of raw meat and bone. This was in a wildlife sanctuary (where they rescue orphaned or injured native animals and hopefully raise them to the point they can be released in the wild again). These guys are naturally ferocious sounding – they growl and snarl even at one another – although our guide told us they’re mostly all bluff and no bite. But they do have extremely strong and sharp teeth. They eat carrion, usually after other larger animals have killed the animal and eaten most of the soft stuff, so these devils have to chew and swallow minimal meat but lots of bone. Hence the strong jaws and sharp teeth. It’s rare to see Tassie devils in the wild. Unfortunately the devils have been beset by a contagious cancer (spread by contact) and are endangered now. In several places in Tasmania they’re raising  lots of them (where they will have no contact with contaminated ones) in the event the cancer affects all the ones in the wild. They call it devil insurance.

As the story goes, when early British soldiers came across the sea they discovered Tasmania and came into the beaches somewhere and set up an overnight tent. During the night the Tassie devils came around and as they are wont to do in the middle of the night as they’re eating, they fight over it, and they sound much larger than they are. The soldiers were terrified. They decided the island was inhabited by devils, and as soon as daylight came, they left in a hurry, telling the tale that the island was filled with devils.

tasmania 018 At the same wildlife park, koalas are rescued as well, usually because their mothers were hit by cars and the babies survived. We were able to pet this one gently on his backside. Never their heads. Koalas generally don’t like anyone to touch their heads. We learned that koalas are actually quite dumb (they have very small brains). And as the saying goes, if you’ve seen them eat and scratch, you’ve seen the extent of their activity. They sleep 20 hours a day and spend the remaining four eating eucalyptus leaves with occasional scratching.

So far we’ve been blessed with splendid weather. Cold, but clear and sunny. We did have rain one day, but it only lasted a very short time. We visited Port Arthur, the convict camp where the first white settlers came and set up a a prison for the hundreds of British felons who were sent here. I need to write up a complete post just about that. Not today, though.

Posted in Travel, on October 23rd, 2010.

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Was this what you might have expected Tasmania to look like? Honestly,  I don’t know what I thought it would be like, but the above picture wasn’t it. The above  was about 30 or more miles from Hobart (the largest city, the furthest south city) near Port Arthur.

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That shot was taken in central Tasmania, and is very representative of the scenery.

We’ve had almost no access to the internet, so I haven’t been able to blog or send email. We also haven’t had hardly a moment’s time to do so, either. The tour we’re on is VERY active, with almost no down time. As I write this it’s just a bit past 5 am and after sleeping 8 hours, I’m ready to be up. So I’m typing this in mostly darkness except for the lit computer screen. My DH is still asleep. We’re presently in Launceston (pronounced lawn-cess-ton) in northern Tasmania. A typical small city. We’re staying at a very nice hotel in the downtown area, with easy access to shopping and walking. We’ve walked our little fannies off so far (and Dave, with his artificial legs, has done just fine!)  I’m hoping to sign up for a day’s worth of internet access today, so I’ll be able to post this and maybe send some email as well. We have a free afternoon here. The food has been fantastic (oodles of fish everywhere) – also an unexpected surprise. Last night I ordered chicken to the tune of $28.50 for my dinner. Obviously chicken is not common. Dave ordered lamb and it was cheaper! We’ve seen tens of thousands of sheep everywhere we’ve been so that’s not a surprise.

Posted in Travel, on October 19th, 2010.

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Wendy Perrin is a journalist who writes regularly for Condé Nast Traveler magazine. I always read her articles in the monthly magazine. This month she’s written up an article titled “Confessions of an Unfashionable Traveler.” She travels a lot, obviously, as a writer for a travel magazine. So she likely had sage advice, I was sure. Yup. Here’s a synopsis of her article. Next week we’re going on a trip – the suitcase is open on the guest room bed, so this advice was quite timely for me.

She carries on two things: a wheelie (she never checks luggage unless the airline won’t let her) and her unchic purse/laptop case/camera bag. She doesn’t use toiletry kits, but opts instead for Ziploc plastic bags to hold her necessities. She carries any dressy or business clothes on hangers, in dry cleaner-provided plastic bags. If you value utility over fashion (her words), here’s what she does:

1. Use a carry-on suitcase with few structured compartments or other doodads (you can get more into one, large open space). She uses a 22-inch Travelpro Rollaboard, stowing in the outside compartment (zipped pocket) a jacket or raincoat and a Pashmina which she uses as a blanket on the flight rather than the less-than-clean airline blankies.

2. Think of Ziploc bags as the “Swiss Army Knife” of your packing system. Meaning, she uses different sizes of Ziploc bags (one for liquids, gels, etc.; another for dry toiletries; another for her electronic  accessories and one for her makeup).  She takes several sizes of empty Ziploc bags (which take up no room in her wheelie). She uses a sandwich sized Ziploc for the flight stuff: lip balm, nasal spray, teardrops, hand cream, earplugs, eye mask, Vitamin C and that one goes inside the larger Ziploc that holds all the liquids and gels, then she pulls that small one out once she’s past the security checkpoint or on board the plane.

3. For clothing, stick to neutral colors and limit patterns as much as possible. She packs a lot of black (not only because it’s neutral, but also because it doesn’t show dirt) then she adds color with tops, shirts, or her pashmina. Her pashmina goes with her everywhere (in her purse) because it will provide head cover if it rains, warmth if it’s cold, or a splash of elegance if she needs it somewhere.

4. Pack old garments you’ve been meaning to replace. That way, you can discard them along the way in case you find something new you’d like to buy – to take its place.

5. Go light [packing] things you think you might be shopping for on your trip.

6. Pack toiletries that are not only travel-sized but also multi-purpose. Like moisturizer + SPF, travel-size Neutrogena make-up remover pads, shampoo-conditioner in lieu of shaving cream, non-prescription drugs (like aspirin, Motrin, Sudafed, Imodium) all in one small container. And take disposable soap sheets instead of packing liquid detergent for hand washing.

7. Save the plastic bags that dry cleaning comes in – use those when you travel – hold all your hanging garments in one hand and gently fold the group into thirds so they lay flat. Men’s dress shirts should stay in the folded, cardboard-collared form.

8. Wear the heaviest or bulkiest items on the plane. Usually she wears her sturdiest shoes on the flight, and packs sandals and/or strappy dressy shoes in the wheelie, wrapped in grocery store plastic bags and stuffed with underwear.

9. Fold [casual] clothing to avoid creases. She puts her casual clothes in the bottom of the suitcase, folding them in overlapping layers (fewer wrinkles that way). If you have to pack a jacket, turn it inside out first.

10. Somewhere when you travel you’ll likely get wet. Take the right kind of outerwear with a hood (so you don’t have to take an umbrella). Make sure the jacket has interior pockets (to put valuables). She prefers a Gore-Tex parka for colder weather. (Oh, and my addition: take a Ziploc plastic bag in your suitcase to put any wet clothes into, just in case your overnight hand washing didn’t quite dry or you went swimming just before your flight.)

11. Take two or three accessories that will dress up your outfit if needed (she recommends pearl earrings, necklace and a scarf). Mostly this advice was aimed at business travelers (to perhaps get hotel upgrades). Her husband wears his Rolex, Mephisto shoes and his Montblanc pen placed strategically in a visible pocket. [FYI: I don’t own any pearl earrings, or a pearl necklace, though I do have a couple of really good scarves. My DH doesn’t own a Rolex, Mephisto shoes or a Montblanc, so I think we’re nixed on all but one count.]

12. Pack a thin, lightweight duffel bag (she uses a LeSportsac nylon duffle) in case she buys more stuff than she can pack in her wheelie. In that case she checks her wheelie and carries on the duffel.

13. The best status symbols are plastic. By that she means that her frequent-flyer elite status card, her family credit card that gives her airport lounge club membership and priority at check-in, in the security line and at boarding. She happens to use a Continental Presidential Plus MasterCard (which waives checked-baggage fees on Continental when she flies with her family).

Article from Conde Nast Traveler, 10/2010. Photo of the wheeled duffle  from stylehive.com, and I just added the photo for fun – Wendy Perrin didn’t recommend this type of bag. Read item #1 for her preferred wheelie.

Posted in Travel, on September 1st, 2010.

It’s not every food blog you read that has pictures of toilet parts or apparatus, is it? After visiting England this last time, we talked about it several times, how practical the Brits are about flushing. Those two buttons you see there are for different quantities of flush. I won’t go into details here, but am sure you can get the picture – you use the smaller press-button for a solely fluid flush – and the larger press-button for well, you know. Why don’t we have this in the U.S.? Especially here in California where we have years of drought and currently have water rationing? Our most recent installed toilet in our house flushes with a miraculously little amount of water, and I actually don’t know how much water the British toilets use with each of the above cycles – maybe lots since they don’t have much issue with water – but the method here just seems so intelligent. Don’t you agree?

It’s also not every day I take a picture of a paper napkin. And this photo doesn’t begin to do justice to the quality and feel of this paper napkin. It was at the breakfast table both mornings we stayed at our hotel in Cheltenham. I was surreptitiously going to take mine home, hoping to find it here. Instead, I asked the hotel owner about them and she promptly brought me a stack of about six in the cellophane package wrapper. (Those I could fit in my suitcase!) They look and feel like linen napkins. But they’re not. They’re heavy and they’re paper. The design you see in the napkin is not just inking, it’s actually an embossed design. I’m smitten with these. The manufacturer (Duni) is in Britain, alas. After talking with their U.S. affiliate, unfortunately these napkins are not available anywhere here. Darn! I did my best to convince the person I spoke with that they NEED to start importing these napkins.  They’d sell like hotcakes. They’re called Elegance Lily, by Duni. Weeping going on here.

In the event you are interested in the details of our trip to England, I’ve written up a PDF 1-page listing of all the places we stayed and most of the restaurants. I didn’t include prices in most places because those change. Some of the B&Bs were 40 pounds per person per night. Others were higher like 80 pounds. Each one was different, so if you’re interested, go online to the different places and check them out.

One of the wonderful things about mid-day food in England is a Ploughman’s Lunch. It has a humble background – back in the day, the plough men needed a hearty but inexpensive lunch. It got onto a menu somewhere, sometime, and has stuck ever since. Normally you only find a Ploughman’s at a pub.

This one, which we shared at the Felin Fach Griffin (an upscale hotel and eatery in Wales – we didn’t stay there, just had one lunch and one dinner there) was one of the best we’ve ever had. The bread was house made. The two pickled things (chutney and fruit pickle) were outstanding. Starting from the left: delicious local Cheddar, some whole wheat bread, a little bowl of chutney-like fruit, some celery sticks, a small bowl of Branston Pickle (or probably their own homemade version), some cornichons and pickled onions, fresh tomatoes, apple slices and some unadorned greens in the middle.  The cheese was wonderful – you eat it with bread and a bit of the chutney stuff, maybe some of the Branston pickle stuff, and nibble on all of the other things at the same time.

I didn’t do a big single-post write-up about our hotel in Cheltenham. Most tourists wouldn’t be staying in Cheltenham, probably. We stayed there because our friend Pamela lives there. Instead of staying right in downtown, I booked us into a hotel up on the top of one of the nearby hills, called Cleeve Hill (with views of the Malvern hills). The hotel: Malvern View Hotel. It’s been recently remodeled (under new ownership) and the rooms are really nice. Lovely decor, and the breakfast food was scrumptious. They also have a small restaurant on premises, and we were sorry we didn’t get to eat there. The menus looked wonderful. If we stay again in Cheltenham, yes I’d stay there again, although the hotel does have a jillion steps (hard for Dave with his two artificial legs). All the rooms are on the upper floor. We did have a nice view out the window, though, don’t you think?

Picture at top taken at the Malvern View Hotel, Cheltenham, in their lovely remodeled bathroom that was spotlessly clean.
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