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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 Restaurants, Travel, on May 2nd, 2009.

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A week or so ago we had SO much fun with our friends Barbara & Bob, visiting this restaurant in Indio. It’s new. We’d not heard about it, but Barbara said, trust me, you’ll like it. Oh my, yes we did. With a very Southwest-looking gate entrance, valet parking available, huge grounds, and a fantastic building, there wasn’t anything not to like.

Obviously you need to be in or around the Palm Springs/Coachella Valley area to visit this place. So I’m sure I’ll lose a bunch of readers right now . . . that’s okay. Those who do visit the area or live nearby will be glad to know more about Jackalope Ranch. The restaurant is part of a group that includes several other Valley restaurants (Kaiser Grille, Prime Chop House, Hog’s Breath Inn).

As the population boom has expanded in the valley east of Palm Springs, it’s spread further east toward Indio. More and more subdivisions have popped up, more and more shopping attractions too. Our second home is in Palm Desert, about 5 miles away, west of Indio. We met our friends at Jackalope. Go to the patio outside they said – we’ll meet you there. The only hitch was that we had to BE THERE at 3:15 pm. WHAT, I said? 3:15? Really. Barbara said yes. Again, she said, trust me. We didn’t have lunch, which was a good thing.

The bar area outside probably seats about 100 people. If you sit closer to the restaurant, around a huge bar, there are misters to keep you cool. They spit out a fine mist about every 3 minutes or so. We, instead, sat further out, to what we hoped would be a less noisy space (yes, it was). We overlooked the pond and waterfalls pictured above. Listened to the birds. We sat carefully in the shade. Bob kept moving our cantilevered umbrella to keep all 4 of us out of the sun. It was in the low 90’s the afternoon we were there, but comfortable enough (dry heat, remember, in the California desert).

Jackalope Ranch is a huge restaurant – done in dark woods and kind of upscale country/cowboy decor. They have a mammoth indoor bar too, where there is a large digital indicator of the temperature of the draft beer they draw from a tank. Bob, who is a beer drinker, thinks that’s really “cool.” Every time they pull a tap beer, the temperature rises a degree or two, so it’s a game to see how long it takes to get the temp back down. The restaurant features barbecue (all kinds) and steaks. And a bit of everything, really. We didn’t eat in the sit-down restaurant, but spent all our time out on the patio.

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So now, on to the food and drinks outside. Seven days a week from 3:30 pm – 6:00 pm, Jackalope Ranch offers all their bar food, margaritas, well drinks and house wine at HALF PRICE. What a huge bargain. You can easily eat your (early) dinner there, which is what we did. If  you get there later than 3:30, you may not find any outdoor seating. It’s very popular, although now that the weather is warming up, you might have a better chance.

We had their homemade guacamole and multi-colored chips. We had their version of nachos – with some pulled pork sprinkled all over the top (yum). We had margaritas and wine. Then Bob ordered a pulled pork sandwich. I didn’t taste it, but since I’d tasted the pulled pork on the nachos, I’d say it was delicious. Barbara and I ordered a wedge salad that was really refreshing. We were there for exactly 3 hours and 15 minutes. What fun we had. Would I go again – you betcha – in a heartbeat. Except that during the summer months it’ll be hotter than heck on the patio, so we may not go until late Fall. But go again we will.

It’s located right on Highway 111 (that’s the main drag all the way through the Coachella Valley). It’s east of Jefferson, on the left, about a half a block past the date shake place. Look for the big gate.

Jackalope Ranch

(Progressive Southwest BBQ and Steaks)
80400 Hwy. 111
Indio, CA 92201
(760) 342-1999
http://www.thejackaloperanch.com/

A year ago: Dijon Chicken Breasts with Panko Crust

Posted in Essays, Travel, on April 28th, 2009.

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If you’ve been reading my blog for very long, you already know that I am married to a sailor. He’s a pleasure sailor, not a sea captain-type, but he’s been one since he was 6 years old, when he found his first abandoned leaky rowboat floating in the marshes after a big spring storm in his hometown, Ocean City, New Jersey. He hid the derelict boat in a tiny inlet on one of the marshy islands and waded to it at low tide. With no oars for the rowboat, he couldn’t get very far. Finally, his father heard about his somewhat risky adventure, and figuring that if his son was that determined, he ought to buy him a real rowboat (a 12-foot Bateau) at age 7.

When I met Dave he owned a Catalina 27, and shortly after we married we bought an Endeavor 38, a sloop. I wanted it mostly to entertain on it. He wanted it to sail, of course. In either case, it’s a beauty still, I’ll admit, even though I don’t hardly sail. I get seasick, you see, if I get into open ocean. But Dave enjoys going to the boat regularly, kept at a dock in San Diego (even as a double amputee he’s quite agile at it). He sails for the day, or a jaunt of a few days with his sailing buddies.

My hubby reads sailing magazines like I read ones about cooking. And rarely do the two interests intersect. His magazine articles are full of words like “floating sheeting-point tracks” or “wing keel.” Sounds mostly like Greek to me still, even after 25+ years of marriage to a sailor. But one day recently Dave wanted to tell me about a story he’d just read, written by Deborah Shapiro (pictured above in her galley, with some of her on-board dishes) in the recent issue of Cruising World (May, 2009). First he pointed to the gorgeous photo of this boat, the Northern Light, and began telling me about the couple who sail it. The boat is a 40-foot cutter-rigged steel ketch (see, more of those words again – see vocabulary at the end of this post).

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That’s the kind of photo that sends chills up my spine. But sends thrills up Dave’s spine, and those of most saltwater sailors. “Rail down” (in the water), it’s called. See how the boat is tilted, the wind filling the sails and leaning it over on its side. Sailors love to have pictures of their boats rail down. That’s macho, you know. But it makes my stomach lurch as I look at it. There, at the helm, is Rolf Bjelke in his yellow slicker. Likely his wife Deborah, the first mate, took the photo.

They met in Fiji in 1980. Rolf is Scandinavian, and was sailing his boat, obviously stopping in Fiji. At the time Deborah (from the U.S. of A) was a novice at small boats. But she was willing to learn. A year or so later she suggested they sail to the Arctic as a “training trip.” [Can you imagine – sailing to the Arctic as a TRAINING trip?] Yes, well, off they went. Some months later on their sailing journey, Deborah had not jumped ship, nor had Rolf put her ashore at the first port. They happened to be shopping in Boston. She spotted some Corelle dinnerware. You know Corelle, right? The glass dishes that don’t scratch and don’t BREAK! Having used some grungy scratched plastic dishes since 1967, my guess is that Rolf didn’t much care about how his dishes looked. Nor did he believe the Corelle dishes were unbreakable. The salesclerk demonstrated – she flung the plate “like a Frisbee” to a tile floor. It landed unbroken. So purchase them they did, and off they went, continuing their odyssey (Arctic to Antarctica). And that began the nearly continuous sailing they’ve done ever since. Rolf and Deborah are now accomplished documentary filmmakers, photographers and authors. Put them in port somewhere and they get itchy to get back into cold-cold water somewhere, in places most people would never see, could never see, except from a boat.

Deborah, along with the Corelle dishes (and a few other dishes purchased along the way – some rimmed china soup bowls especially acquired for a favorite Swedish pea soup that must be grazed through a little jot of mustard placed on the rim, plus a couple of ceramic mugs acquired in 2000) have logged over 22,500 miles aboard Northern Light. Rolf has skippered Northern Light across 214,000 miles (equal to the distance from Earth to the moon). Whew. I’m tremendously impressed.

In 1989 Rolf & Deborah actually sailed to the Antarctic peninsula and let the boat get frozen in the fast ice (that’s why they need a steel-hulled boat) for the entire winter. If you look at the photo of the boat above, just to the right of Rolf you can see a roundish shape – that’s a clear bubble skylight that allows Rolf & Deborah to peek up into the landscape without opening hatches which would let in the frigid sub-Arctic air. It was after that winter they wrote two books about the experience.

They wrote Time on Ice: A Winter Voyage to Antarctica as a shared endeavor, each chapter penned by one, then the other. Deborah wrote Letters from the Sea too. Perhaps the subjects aren’t for every reader, but I like Deborah’s writing style, so I may try to find one or both at my local used bookstore. Even though there will be lots of words and phrases I won’t understand. And since I’d like to know what they did, stuck down below on their boat for months on end, frozen in the ice. Scrabble? Solitaire? Reading? I mean, how many books can you really take for a winter stuck in ice? Surely they didn’t cook a lot. Couldn’t waste either food or the propane to cook it with. Write? – well yes, they obviously “worked” some too. And likely cuddled a lot to keep warm. My curiosity is piqued.

So here’s a salute to the Bjelkes and to Corelle. The dishes are still being made, and I’d guess Deborah & Rolf are still using theirs. Now I want to know what kind of hand cream Deborah uses!

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Photos reproduced by permission from Deborah Shapiro and Cruising World magazine. Yes, I did get permission from Deborah – she responded to a special kind of email called sailmail (messages mostly read by marine radio) as they are sailing somewhere out in the wild blue ocean, nowhere near an internet connection. But do remember, even if you’re confined on a sailboat frozen in the Arctic, some people still like nice dishes. I can appreciate that feeling. For the record, I don’t own any Corelle dishes. On our boat we have some clunky, heavy duty plastic dishes that have knife scratches just like Rolf’s did. And, in case you’re interested, Rolf & Deborah’s ongoing articles will be in upcoming issues of Cruising World. I’ll be reading them. And yes, we have a photo of our boat rail down too. And, I really have learned a lot of nautical language even though I pretend I haven’t.

Nautical Vocabulary Lesson: (mostly defined by my husband):
Ketch – two-masted sailboat, with foremast taller than the aftermast, stationed ahead of the rudder head (fore means toward the front of the boat or the pointy end as my hubby likes to tell novices; aft, or after- means toward the back, the stubby end; the rudder is what steers the boat)
Sloop – single-masted sailboat with sails both fore and aft of the mast
Galley– a kitchen on board a boat (but you knew that one already, right?)
Cutter-rigged (ketch) – a sailboat rigged for heavy weather sailing
Floating sheeting-point tracks – adjustable points on the boat deck for controlling the sails
Wing(ed)-keel – a winged-shaped form at the bottom of the keel (the keel weights the boat AND keeps it from tipping over when you’re rail down among other things)

Posted in Restaurants, Travel, on April 11th, 2009.

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The other day we were out at our house in the desert. (We rented it for much of the “season” this year, and the tenants had just left. We want to use the house some in the next few weeks before the weather turns too hot to enjoy except inside in air conditioning.) The weather was absolutely picture-perfect. Temps in the low 80’s, shorts and t-shirt weather. Sandals weather. And I forgot to pack breakfast food, so oh-gee, we’ll have to go out <BG>. I decided to surprise my DH. I said “Trust me, honey, I’m going to surprise you – we’re taking a ride.” I’ve known about The Parker for awhile, but since it’s a 10-mile drive from our house there, it was always seemed a bit too far to go, for breakfast.

My friend Rachel has raved about the hotel for almost as long as it’s been in existence. Her daughter was married there last year and I saw pictures of it. I think it used to be the Merv Griffin hotel, but was redone – in retro 1930’s-60’s chic. It’s a kind of hoot, if you will, to walk into a lobby with funky chotsky from my own bygone era. Naugahyde. Bright orange. Canary yellow. Gee-gaws of all kinds gracing tables. A couple of chain mail just inside the front door seem a bit out of place, but they add to the funky feel. After walking through the lobby building you go outside and there’s Norma’s. It does have indoor seating too, but its charm is the outdoor patio. Also so retro 50’s, I had to laugh. Take a look!parker-patio

The hot spot (not literally) to sit is along the outside edges (the orange banquettes). None was available when we got there. I snapped this photo from our table, which was just fine nevertheless. First they delivered a little shot glass of berry smoothie. Oh my was it ever scrumptious. It’s on the menu too, but they brought us an amuse bouche. It was piquant. Barely icy. Then they brought us carafes of coffee (you can see the press pots sitting on the table in the left foreground). The coffee was fabulous. I don’t know what they use, but it was elegant, deep, dark, full of flavor. Even my DH, who is a real coffee snob, thought it was excellent.

parker-eggs-beneWe ordered a single order of eggs benedict and shared. The eggs were perfectly done – still runny, but oozing just right. The Hollandaise was also light and pleasant (obviously they make it fresh). Not too much. Not too little. They served it with a small mound of mache and some baby purple potatoes that were perfectly cooked. I’ve seen purple potatoes, but never eaten them – they really are purple inside. I liked the texture. And the flavor. We leisurely finished our breakfast, and enjoyed every last slurp of our coffee before wandering out onto the grounds (see greenery in rear of patio photo). It was lovely – with small seating areas here and there, some in, some out of the sunshine. Fountains burbling in various places as well. Trails meander in different directions, eventually coming to the bungalows. Of course, we weren’t staying there, so didn’t get to see any rooms, but you can view a few on their website if you’re interested. The hotel is now part of the Meridien chain (Starwood). We heard several languages being spoken as we sat in the restaurant.

parker-bougainvillaIf you enjoy the ambiance of a small hotel, this one fits that ticket perfectly. And I concur with my friend Rachel that the food at Norma’s is exquisite. Rachel raves about the French Toast. The hotel also has a dinner restaurant which Rachel has recommended too. Guess we’ll have to go back to try that another visit. Try it we will, and maybe we’ll even go to breakfast there again. Just have a full wallet – it’s not cheap. Definitely a splurge, but I didn’t begrudge a penny of it. With coffee at $6 per pot and one breakfast entree, our bill was $34, not including tip and valet.

Posted in Travel, on April 5th, 2009.

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A couple of weeks ago my friend Linda and I visited the gorgeous “flower fields” in Carlsbad. If you measured the rows, I’m sure it would be many, many miles of rununculus. In full bloom. Turning their faces to the sunshine. Since this is a Sunday, I’m thinking about God, that’s he’s at work here, reminding us of what he’s created for us to enjoy.

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Posted in Desserts, Travel, on February 20th, 2009.

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This is not a new recipe to this blog. But I finally got around to taking a photo of it. I’d posted this back in 2007 when I had a fractured foot and was posting recipes, with internet photos or no photos at all.

So, my hubby and I are out at our house in the California desert (it was about 65 yesterday, gorgeous sunshine), and last night after a very light dinner of leftovers, I was craving something sweet. Since we’ve been renting our house here some this season, I knew there wasn’t much in the cupboards, but aha, there WAS a German chocolate cake mix. Sure enough, a few chocolate chips, and pecans in the freezer (the recipe calls for walnuts, but pecans work too). And yes, I had cinnamon, eggs, oil. Took all of about 10 minutes to mix it up (well, maybe 15 since I spilled nearly the whole bag of pecans all over the kitchen floor) and I popped it in the oven.

You can go to the post I did back in ’07 for the full recipe. This is EASY! REALLY EASY! Cake mix, oil, eggs, chocolate chips, nuts, cinnamon and sugar. Done. Makes a 9×13 pan full, great for taking to a potluck. Or camping. Or a picnic. A family favorite I’ve been making since the 1960’s. Nothing like the typical German Chocolate Cake with coconut, etc.

Here are some photos of our desert yesterday when my DH and I toodled around in our golf cart within our complex (1 mile square, 2 18-hole golf courses).

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A view toward the west, of snow-covered San Gorgonio peeking through the clouds.

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Another view – lantana in the foreground, an ocotillo just beginning to bloom on the right edge, ponds in the background just begging to swallow your golf balls

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Would you believe petunias are in full bloom here? The risk of frost is past, so they’re safe.

  

Posted in Travel, on February 1st, 2009.

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I have the itch to take a trip at the moment, but all things considered, the economy and all, the status of our investments that we live on, well, it’s not in the cards. So I live vicariously through the travel magazines I subscribe to. And in December’s Travel & Leisure they offered a list of  “BEST TRAVEL WEBSITES.” So many of them sounded good that I needed to go enter most of them into my bookmarks. But why not share them with you, too. Herewith:

Farecast.com – Predict the ideal moment to buy a ticket
yapta.com – get your money back if a fare drops (only if you have booked a fare directly through an airline)
delaycast.com – find on-time flights at 60 U.S. airports
seatguru.com – snag a seat with the best legroom (I’ve used this site for a couple of years)
insidetrip.com – increase your odds for hassle-free flight (trip quality)
aboutairportparking.com – prime parking at 500 international airports
kayak.com and sidestep.com – get best deals on flights and hotels (both companies now owned by kayak
wegolo.com – book low-fare carriers within Europe
traffic.com – avoid roadblocks in 100 U.S. cities
radio-locator.com – from your PDA or iphone punch in your ZIP and download a list of stations in the area where you are – 14,500 in U.S. and 6,000 international
opentable.com – make reservations here and abroad (8,500 restaurants) – I’ve used it even for local restaurants
seriouseats.com – stay current on the local food scene – an obsessive community of about a million foodies talk about restaurants, recipes, chefs, local markets
tripadvisor.com -reviews of hotels, restaurants, attractions plus 1.3 mil photos too (I’ve used this site for several years when blocking out a trip, mostly for hotel and restaurant reservations)
tvtrip.com – compare hotels in a destination (8,000 properties) via short videos
tripkick.com – pinpoint the best room in a hotel (450 hotels in U.S. only)
uptake.com – search U.S. hotels for theme (romantic, cheap, pet-friendly)
insidetrip.com – organizes flights by price and creates scores based on 12 “pain points” including likelihood of a delay, minimum legroom, etc.
travelpost.com – similar to tripadvisor – user-generated ratings and rankings of hotels, restaurants
urbanspoon.com– only if you have an iphone – provides restaurant recommendations in your neighborhood
ilingo.com – also only for the iphone – download hundreds of useful phrases in foreign languages
i-escape.com – boutique properties with about 1,000 reviews
unusualhotelsoftheworld.com – quirky hotels like igloo in Switzerland, castle in Australia, prison in Turkey, using a colorful interactive map
zicasso.com – custom trip plans (you receive a trip itinerary from a travel agent)
triporama.com – coordinate group travel – great for planning a group or family trip – everybody gets “on board” at the site to make to-do lists, chat, build itineraries
lastminute.com – package deals one week out
tripit.com – create no-fuss online itineraries which can be forwarded via email (includes car, hotel, flight, restuarants, maps, weather conditions and driving directions)
luxurylink.com – bid on over-the-top hotel stays and cruises
quintessentially.com – fulfill singular requests ($1,800 annual membership)
maps.google.com – overall directions (the best of all the competition)
viamichelin.com – driving directions, suggested routes for 61 countries, and in some cases it can be sent to your own GPS
hopstop.com – navigate major U.S. transit systems (bus, subway and taxi) in 6 major U.S. cities
flipkey.com – vacation rentals – 50,000+ listings with photos, maps, ratings and reviews
tripbase.com – destination ideas
luggageconcierge.com – ship your luggage in advance (6-10 days in advance of your trip)

And, the tried and true sites with some new options:
expedia.com – new fare alert tool downloads to your desktop, tracks flights for your desired destination and price range
orbitz.com – new price assurance policy – they monitor any flights you’ve booked up until the day of departure . . . if anyone books the same itinerary at a lower price, Orbitz will send you a cash refund
travelocity.com – new insider’s guide shows you how to find best deals on airfare, hotels, cruises and car rentals with flexible-date shopping and dateless hotel searches

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A  year ago: Chocolate Scones (oh yum, yes!)

Posted in Pasta, Salads, Travel, Veggies/sides, on January 26th, 2009.

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The story about this recipe is certainly unusual. (I love these kinds of providences.) My friend Joan H. brought this pasta salad to our investment club Christmas potluck last month. In my effort to pass on carbs, I chose the protein and green salads instead. Then somebody raved about the pasta salad, and someone else told me that I really needed to try it because it was different. Oh my, was it ever! The group eating at my table determined right away there was curry in it, but it took me a few bites before I detected chutney. It was later that I learned it was Joan’s contribution, so I immediately sought her out at our gathering. Knowing that Joan frequently makes her own chutney, I thought perhaps this was a new recipe from her native South Africa. Well, no, it wasn’t. In case you’re interested, I have one of Joan’s recipes on my blog already – her South African Bobotie – a kind of ground beef casserole that is served with chutney.

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Joan (pictured right with another friend, Jackie) and her husband Scott put together an extensive trip to Africa some months ago. It was while their group was staying at a lodge in Namibia that they had a buffet dinner at the n’Kwazi Lodge Randu, on the Caprivi Strip of the Okavongo River. One of the owners of the lodge, Valerie Peypers, provided the recipe for Joan. The curry proportion below is a namibia-resortguesstimate, as the original, pencil-scribbled recipe said one spoonful. Well, how big a spoonful is that? In a Namibia kitchen for a much larger quantity that could have been a huge soup spoon. Or, who knows. The curry flavor, however, was quite prominent, so 1 1/2 tsp. may be quite insufficient to your tastes. Use your own judgment on how much to add and taste it as you go! I’ve cut down the sauce part by half to make it a bit more manageable for a home kitchen, but still the quantity of curry powder is up to you. So is the quantity of pasta to sauce mix, but Joan uses the below proportions.

entertainmentAbove left is a photo of the resort itself. The photo at right shows the evening entertainment. Thanks, Scott, for the photos!
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Curry Sauce Pasta Salad

Recipe: n’Kwazi Lodge Randu, Namibia
1/2 cup vinegar
1/2 cup fruit chutney (Joan used store-bought this time)
1/2 cup vegetable oil
1/2 cup sugar
1/2 cup tomato sauce
1 1/2 teaspoons curry powder (or more, to taste)
3/4 cup cherry tomatoes, halved
1 pound pasta of your choice, cooked and drained

1. Combine all dressing ingredients and allow to sit for an hour before adding to your choice of cooked and cooled pasta. Save a little bit of dressing to add just before serving. Joan used corkscrew pasta, which was nice so the little bits of chutney could cling to the crevices.
2. Add some chopped tomatoes or other vegetables if you choose, either in the salad or as a garnish. Refrigerate until cold. Taste for seasoning (salt, perhaps) and just before serving add just a little bit more sauce and serve.
Per Serving: 270 Calories; 8g Fat (25.3% calories from fat); 6g Protein; 45g Carbohydrate; 2g Dietary Fiber; 0mg Cholesterol; 53mg Sodium.

Posted in Travel, on January 4th, 2009.

A view of one of the arbors at the Huntington

A view of one of the arbors at the Huntington

The day after Christmas my cousin Gary and I drove up to L.A. (to San Marino, near Pasadena) to visit the Huntington. Here in Southern California when people say “the Huntington,” it can only mean the gorgeous Library and Gardens. It’s a large estate opened to the public (for a fee, of course), with a rose garden, a succulent garden, a Japanese garden, etc. It also has a tea house, well known for its afternoon and luncheon teas, a huge sculpture garden, several art exhibits, and the very famous Huntington Library. Only researchers and qualified people really get to use the library, but it’s housed in a stately old building worthy of its multi-million dollar archives. This visit there was a Darwin exhibit in one end of the building. Gainsborough’s famous “Blue Boy” lives at the Huntington.

It was a cold, cold day when we went. The sun was shining, but the wind was blowing, and only those people who had bundled up really well, were comfortable outside. Anyway, I snapped the picture above while I was out meandering the paths.

Posted in Travel, on November 9th, 2008.

solitary bench in la jolla, california
Last week I had a few hours in between cooking classes before I met my friend Linda for a drink in Mission Bay, and then we went to the cooking class together. So I drove out to La Jolla. For those of you who don’t know how to pronounce it – it’s la hoy-ya. The J is prounouced as a y, as in yah. I’ve heard people in other parts of the world trying to say joll-a, as in jolly. Nope. Anyway, since I grew up in San Diego (La Jolla is a very upscale northern suburb of San Diego, right on the ocean) I know the main streets and the back roads. I parked at La Jolla Cove, a rather famous San Diego/La Jolla landmark and took out my pens, pencils and brushes and did some drawing and painting. It was very relaxing. I snapped this photo a few blocks from the Cove, although it was quite overcast. Cool too. Since we live about 10-15 miles from the ocean, we rarely go there, so it was nice to listen to the lapping waves and the squawking shore birds for a couple of hours.

Posted in Travel, on October 13th, 2008.

Mt. Lassen from the north side
The north side of Mt. Lassen, California.

We’re actually home – got home late last night – but I hadn’t posted photos of some of the places we visited. I’m not back into the cooking routine yet, but hopefully will be by tomorrow or the next day.

If you’ve never driven the I-5 (it goes from the Mexican border clear to Canada) then you may have missed driving through the northern reaches of California with the high peaks. I posted a picture of Mt. Shasta a few days ago. You can see Shasta from the freeway, it’s that close. But we decided, this time, that we would also drive to Mt. Lassen Volcanic National Park, which is further inland (about 80 miles east of the I-5). It’s a much smaller National Park, but the drive through it a few days ago was really spectacular. There are a few steam blow-holes within the park, but with the temperature below freezing and the wind blowing, we opted (well, I opted) not to park and walk to see the small geysers.

mt lassen from the south

Mt. Lassen from the south side where the sun melted much of the snow. It was 29 degrees and blowing like crazy when I snapped this picture.

Some years ago I bought a National Park Senior Pass (a lifetime pass available for seniors at a reasonable cost, and allows the car – and its passengers – I’m in to enter every National Park in our land at no charge). The morning we drove into Lassen it was a weekday, and we encountered just a handful of other cars. There’s something very special about viewing spectacular scenery when you’re the only people looking at it. It always makes me think about the westward-ho pioneers, and what they thought when they came by covered wagon through those parts.

mt. lassen lake (north side)
Mt. Lassen has several lakes within its boundaries. This one is very near the north entrance.

Accommodations in and outside of the park are a bit sparse. After looking online I decided we wouldn’t stay there, which is why we spent the night before in Shasta and made Lassen a morning drive instead. Next time you’re up there, don’t miss it.

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