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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.

 

Tasting Spoons

My blog's namesake - small, old and some very dented engraved silver plated tea spoons that belonged to my mother-in-law, and I use them to taste my food as I'm cooking.

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Posted in Travel, on October 12th, 2008.

Bistro 33 Jerk pork chop on corn relish

The Jerk Pork Chop at Bistro 33, Eldorado Hills, CA  

We drove to Placerville – the town where one of our daughters lives, with her family. We came specifically because Dana celebrated her 40th birthday on the 11th. I can’t quite believe I have a daughter who is 40. Wow. So we came a couple days early and had some good quality family time with them, and had a big family party – all the food Dana wanted to eat. Her mother-in-law, Ann, is a really good cook, and her claim to fame is Mexican food. I’ll likely write up a post about the dinner we had at some point.

niman ranch new york steak four ways

Niman Ranch New York Steak with Four Sauces at Bistro 33, Eldorado Hills

One night we went out to dinner – just the adults – and went to a relatively new restaurant near where they live. Eldorado Hills is a mostly bedroom community, I think, with a very large contingent of custom homes for people who commute into Sacramento. Placerville, named for the placer mines during the Gold Rush, is about halfway between Sacramento and Lake Tahoe. It’s woodsy, at a mid-altitude, so they don’t get as much snow as at Tahoe, and not quite the heat they do in Sacramento in the summertime. A happy medium I guess you could say.

lamb and pork meatloaf at bistro 33, Eldorado Hills
The delish lamb and pork meatloaf at Bistro 33, Eldorado Hills

Anyway, we ate at Bistro 33, a hip, upscale Pacific Nothwest-style restaurant in the fancy Town Center (kind of looks like a narrow Paris street) in Eldorado Hills. It was really, really good, and I’d definitely go back! It was crowded, noisy (the bar was jumping the entire time we were there), and the food was very good. You’ll see some pictures here (not very good ones, I’ll admit, because the lighting was so dim I had to use flash), interspersed within this text of some of the things we ate. For appetizers we had a good crab and artichoke dip, and an ahi poke too. Dana had a big Caesar salad, and she and Todd shared a Niman Ranch New York Steak prepared with four sauces. Dave had a pork chop prepared Jerk style on a bed of grilled corn and tomatoes. I ordered a meatloaf (lamb and pork) that came with chunked mashed potatoes and asparagus spears. And for dessert we had some great, GREAT pumpkin gelato. Am going to have to go on a search for a recipe for that. It was exceptional.

Dana knew about this restaurant because she knows the chef there. Lisa Marie Murtadh used to run a sandwich shop (and catering company) in downtown Placerville. At one time Dana’s office was just upstairs from this shop, so she visited there often. She got to know Lisa Marie really well, and was so thrilled for her when she was offered the job as Chef at Bistro 33. Judging by the crowd, I’d say she’s doing a great job with the food!

Eldorado Hills isn’t going to be on the radar for a lot of people who read my blog, but it was worth the trip (it’s about 30 minutes from Placerville toward Sacramento), but if you’re ever up this way, or on your way to Tahoe, make a reservation (a must, I think, on weekends).

Posted in Travel, on October 9th, 2008.

mt shasta, California

We’re back in California after a moderate day of driving. Our last night in Oregon was in Coos Bay (the only thing memorable was an exceedingly inexpensive dinner at a great old-style Italian restaurant called Benetti’s). Dave took a walk on the docks across the street from the Best Western we stayed in, and had asked a local where to eat. So the next morning we headed inland (we decided we really didn’t have time to drive down the coast to Eureka and still do the things we wanted to do in the next day or so), so we headed toward Roseburg and then onto the I-5 south.

My cousin Gary spends time every year in Ashland with a group of friends at the Shakespeare Festival, and he’s raved many times about the charming town, the great restaurants, and all about the variety of theaters. Unfortunately I hadn’t planned on us staying there, so we just stopped for lunch, and will have to stay there next time we go through. Had a delightful lunch at a café right on the stream that meanders through town. It was cool, but sunny, so enjoyed sitting outside soaking up some warmth and a delicious hamburger that Dave and I shared, along with the restaurant’s specialty – fries with garlic and feta cheese. Eh. Not memorable except for the location.

I’d scheduled us to stop in Mt. Shasta (the town at the foot of the peak), so had written down one B&B I thought we’d like, and one highly recommended restaurant. Wow, did we luck out. Since we weren’t sure where we would stop, I hadn’t made reservations. Good old Trudi, our GPS, got us right to the door of Shasta MountINN. As luck would have it, there was one room left. The B&B is a few blocks from downtown, has a stunning view of Mt. Shasta (covered in snow above), and has many amenities (like the high-speed internet I’m using to blog), a sauna, even a massage studio. We sat outside in the cool mountain air and read books and relaxed for a couple of hours before leaving to go to dinner. The picture above I snapped from the front porch of the B&B.

I’d also researched restaurants and had read up about a place called the Trinity Café (no website and it’s about to change its name to Salt H2O at Trinity). By looking at several sources, it was a sure thing. And if you’ve ever been to Mt. Shasta, the town, it’s not very big, so it was amazing to find such a great restaurant in this town. We absolutely lucked out on all counts. Our dinner was more reasonable than many we’ve had on this trip, and is worth a stop if you’re ever up this way. The restaurant has a new owner and chef since many online reviews were written.

Dave ordered raw oysters on the half shell, which he said were the best he’s had in years. The bluepoints came from a bay in Canada. I ordered a grilled Caesar salad and a half order of St. Louis ribs. Most of the menu is French inspired, or California French (the chef’s wife is French), but ribs just sounded good to me. Dave ordered cedar-planked salmon. Then we had an order of chocolate crepes for dessert. We had a long conversation with the chef/owner, Norm Henry, about his wines – most of what he carries is Nichelini, one of the oldest wineries in California. Dave was impressed and wants to inquire further about it which we’ll do once we’re home. We’re not going to Napa/Sonoma wine country on this trip.

So, if you’re ever going north or southbound on the I-5, Mt. Shasta is great stopover for a nice B&B and dinner.

Posted in Travel, on October 8th, 2008.

the angry ocean in Oregon
We stopped in one of the small towns that dot the Oregon coast and sat on the short wall watching the waves. Dave said “it looks like an angry sea.” Sometimes this bay is flat calm, but yesterday the current was coming from a different direction (information we got from a local) so the waves were plowing straight into the cove. There’s a blow-hole down below the “Oregon waves” words that the gentleman said sometimes blow clear up over the wall and onto the street. The weather was perfect yesterday – in the 60’s, bright shiny blue sky, puffy clouds and even a considerable amount of mist in the air (from the ocean, not weather type). It was a beautiful drive. We were grateful for the sunshine!

Posted in Travel, on October 7th, 2008.

fall foliage at salishan lodge

When we visited Oregon wine country ten years ago I had plotted the trip from the get-go. Sometimes we don’t make reservations anywhere, but more often than not I decide where I think we should stay, get ideas for restaurants and have a general idea of our itinerary. So those many years ago I’d booked us into Salishan, a venerable old (big) country inn/resort. It’s just barely inland from Highway 101, at Gleneden Beach, on the meandering coast road that traverses the Western states. Back then, though, I chose a cheaper room with no view. Even then it was pricey. But after talking about it, in prep for this trip, we both agreed we’d like to come back and splurge for a nicer room, with a view. When we travel we usually splurge somewhere along the trip. Budget travel, to me anyway, means we spend less than $100 a night for a room. Generally, though, it’s a bit over that.

So, why Salishan? It reminds me of 1960-era country club life. It has several restaurants, a golf course, exercise room and indoor pool (the indoor a necessity in this part of the world where it rains about 11+ months a year. But oh, is it green. We, from Southern California, get so used to the dry, desert terrain, and welcome for a short time the lush, moist, wet weather of the Pacific Northwest. There were younger people around when we arrived yesterday, even some young children, so at least it isn’t just catering to the old folks, like us. We had a beautiful room, with fireplace and a deck. Dave sat out on the deck, sheltered from the mist, and read a book while I worked here on my computer, giving you the post from yesterday.

Salishan has a reputation for good food, and indeed it was delicious. Dave ordered lamb chops and I had halibut with a delicious candied pineapple rice with it. And some garlic pan-fried spinach. The staff recommended the Dungeness crab bisque. We ordered one serving, divided between us. It was scrumptious. And then, the server highly recommended the Marionberry crisp with vanilla ice cream. Oh my, yes. It was drop-dead fabulous. Marionberries are unique to Oregon, so remember that when you visit here, try them in lots of foods.

We’re off today, heading south toward California. We’re now on our return leg home, but we won’t get there for several more days. We’re hoping the weather will improve a bit today. We’ve had four days of rain, non-stop.

Posted in Travel, on October 6th, 2008.

diver scallops at 23Hoyt

It rained heavily the entire drive to Portland (and the two days since). Fortunately most of the driving from Walla Walla was on a 4-lane freeway, so it was a bit safer. I don’t have any pictures of the darling B&B we stayed in, in Portland – you’ll just have to go online to check it out – the Rose Cottage B&B. Except for a one-hour delay because of an accident, our GPS drove us right to the door and we settled into our lovely suite.  The B&B, although described as “American Farmhouse,” is very up to date – comfortable furnishings, very comfortable bed, even a fireplace in our room, a jacuzzi tub, and fabulous breakfasts. Sally, the proprietor, outdoes herself making sure nobody leaves there hungry! We would definitely stay there again.

I did all the driving that day (getting to Portland), so was more than a bit tired by the time we got there about 6 pm. We had dinner at a local restaurant (not exceptional, but okay), slept well, and then the following day was “my day” to do Portland.

Because I’m a book lover, it’s almost like a pilgrimage to visit Powell’s Book Store in the Pearl District of downtown Portland. We’d been there before about 8 years ago, but that time I only got to spend about 2 hours there. Not nearly enough. This time the whole day was allocated, but after 4 hours my back was killing me from bending over, up, down, up down, scanning shelves and balancing books on my hip. I had a long list of books that I wanted to buy – all used if I could find them. I’d printed them up on a list, in alpha order by author (most were fiction). All the books were recommended by someone in one of my two book groups. After directing my DH to the section he wanted to see, and agreeing to meet in the coffee shop in 2 hours (the first time), I just went everywhere. After finding about 6 of the books from my list, I deposited them with Dave and I merrily went off for another 2 hours to the cookbook section.

My hope was that I’d find Lindsey Shere’s book of Desserts. I’d found it a few places online (used, as it’s no longer in print), but hoped maybe Powell’s would have it. And yes, indeed, they did, but would you believe the original price was $25.00 and the used copy at Powell’s was $35.00. Guess it’s become a collector’s item. Maybe one day I’ll discover a bookstore – an obscure one that doesn’t know better – and I’ll find a copy for $5.00 Maybe. The cookbook section at Powell’s is the largest I’ve ever seen in any bookstore – but then, Powell’s is one of the largest bookstores in the United States, so it stands to reason. Most of the cookbooks were new, and any that were used were not ones I desired to own. I must have found about 20 new cookbooks that I’d like to own. But no, I passed them up and just bought 7 used paperbacks.

That night we dined a 23Hoyt, a relatively new restaurant in the Nob Hill section of Portland. We didn’t eat lunch (if you could have seen what our hostess at the B&B served us for breakfast, you might go without lunch AND dinner), so we had made reservations early, at 5:30. Our food was fabulous, and I’d definitely recommend the restaurant. It’s a bit on the pricey side, but the food was excellent, so I always feel like the money is well spent if it’s really good food. I ordered grilled scallops on a bed of butternut squash puree that night and my DH ordered a steak served on a bed of roasted corn (I snagged a couple of forks full of the corn and pronounced it excellent too). I also ordered an arugula salad with Asian pear that was very tasty. And I had a Peach Fizz – a mixture of prosecco and fresh peach puree. Yummy. We didn’t have dessert.

So, yesterday morning we headed south to the Willamette (weh-lamm-ett) Valley, the home of most of the well-known Oregon wineries. Dave was in his element, going from one winery to another sampling this and that (mostly pinot noir). He started sampling at about 11am, so I was the designated driver. As for pinot, though, we/he need more pinot like we need a hole in the head, but that’s what this part of the West is known for. As of this morning (after more stops) we have 14 bottles in the back seat of the car. Some years ago when we were here we were fortunate to meet Matt Keene, the owner/winemaker at McKinlay. He’s an elusive kind of guy, but somehow we managed to get him to agree to let us see the winery (it’s not open to the public and apparently he rarely sees visitors). We had hoped to stop there again, but I was nursing a bit of a toothache by that afternoon, and some kind of allergy symptoms, so we went to the drug store for me rather than go to McKinlay. However, Dave was able to find a bottle of it at one of the group tasting rooms he visited this morning. There are so many new wineries here than 8 years ago. Our hostess at the Portland B&B recommended several wineries to us (Arcane, Methven, Bergstrom, Sincanne, among others. We made it to some of them, not all.

The rain has let up today some (more like all-day mist), but it’s still very cloudy. I was going to take a photo of our windshield (the rain) but forgot when it was pouring down. Just what you-all want to see is a windshield full of raindrops, right? So the pictures here are from 23Hoyt that we enjoyed so much.

We’re off now to the Oregon coast, so hope to post another something tomorrow if I can. I do have internet access, but it’s not a strong signal, so uploading is difficult. We spent last night at McMinnville, a really adorable town in the middle of Willamette Valley. Had a passable dinner at the Golden Valley Brewery. My tooth was still bothering me, so wanted something easy. I’ve apparently aggravated the nerve on a tooth (per a phone call to my dentist at home), so need to be careful for a few days, chewing on the other side of my mouth and eating sort of soft foods.

Posted in Travel, on October 5th, 2008.

Inn at Blackberry Creek in Walla Walla

Well, I don’t think I had ever been there before. When I was planning this trip (I do all the trip planning in our marriage, plotting the days, towns, finding places to stay so we don’t end up at a Motel 6 because there’s nothing left, and researching sights to see as well as restaurants) my DH Dave said he wanted to do a little wine tasting in or around Walla Walla. Having never been to the town before I had to do some research. First up was finding a place to stay. There were the usual motel chains, none of which interested me. There is a big, lovely renovated historic hotel in town too, but we generally skip those kinds of accommodations and prefer B&Bs. Sure enough, I found one. The Inn at Blackberry Creek. Now let me just tell you, if you EVER have to be in WW, or are willing to take a short detour off the main highway, WW is one great little town. I measure great little towns in two ways – great place(s) to stay, and great place(s) to eat.

Lest you think that WW is a back horse town, let me dissuade you. It’s not a large town by any means, but if you measure the quality of a town by the quality of its B&Bs, WW is certainly up there in the top 10 of the west. We only stayed one night (a mistake we soon discovered), but that was because I didn’t know anything about this little berg, the wineries nearby, or the choice of restaurants to try. First, before we’d even found the B&B, we stopped at Amavi winery (that’s pronounced ah-mah-vee). The owner or winemaker there recommended we eat dinner at a local restaurant called CreekTown Café, on 2nd street at the far west end of town.

Our GPS has been a life-saver on this trip. It makes navigation such a breeze. We call her Trudi (the car itself, but particularly the GPS voice). The car (mine) is a BMW, and since we picked this car up in Munich when it was new (some years ago now) we decided she needed a German name, and Trudi it’s been. So even though we’re sensible people and know the GPS is nothing but a software program connected to satellite, we still think of the car and the GPS as Trudi/Her. We do talk to her now and then, and even raise our voices occasionally when her navigation commands override the Patricia Cornwell mystery-book-on-tape we were listening to yesterday, when she interrupted to tell us to “Exit the Highway at the Next Exit,” or the worst of all phrases “if possible, make a legal U-turn.”  And yes, she told us that a couple of times too. But, we were thankful Trudi was on duty when we got into the thick of traffic in Portland. And even though she didn’t know all the back streets of Walla Walla, her mapping told us how to find the B&B.

So, the Inn: it is beautifully situated on several acres of land, surrounded by trees, and even a large pond and a creek, of course. The house (a vintage Victorian) is roomy and not overly decorated in Victoriana, thankfully. Our room was large, with a small deck and Jacuzzi, on the ground floor. It’s been beautifully restored and brought up to date with modern bathrooms and fixtures. We had wi-fi too, which is how I posted one of my stories yesterday. More and more inns and B&Bs have wi-fi, and for that I’m grateful. They even have a computer that’s available for guests to use, but I couldn’t upload photos from there, so was glad I could connect up my laptop.

We had planned to visit several wineries, but after going to Amavi, my DH decided that he had already purchased enough wine (6 bottles of Cab), and wants to save room for more wines of the Willamette Valley (our next stop on Sunday). He wanted to stop at Abeja, but that winery must make some very special wine – they’re completely sold out. No wine tasting by appointment. Nope. My DH was very disappointed. So, we’re going to have to go back to WW on another trip to be sure we visit more of them.

So anyway, we made phone reservations at the CreekTown Café before we checked in. Washington, Oregon and Idaho are all casual places – even blue jeans are a go almost anywhere. The food was outstanding. I ordered a green salad with blackberries. Oh my. So very delicious. Dave ordered a locally grown beet salad that he thought was about the best beet salad he’d ever had, bar none. Now that’s high praise, as he orders them whenever he finds them on a menu. I didn’t taste it, nor did I get a photo of it, sorry to say. Dave ordered fresh halibut, which he said was fabulous. I ordered a vegetarian lasagna, and although it was good, it wasn’t off the charts. It contained plenty of veggies, and a nice fresh tomato sauce puddle around it, but it just didn’t have tons of flavor. So, since the entrees weren’t all that heavy, we decided to splurge on dessert. I ordered a banana caramel tart, and Dave had a huckleberry cheesecake. If men swooned, he did. My tart was exceptional, I must say. By dessert time, the ambient lighting had been turned down to an 8 pm romance setting in the restaurant, so my photos didn’t turn out. Even trying to enhance them was useless. But at least you get to see the blackberry salad. We also spent a bit of time with one of the owners talking wine. I had ordered a L’Ecole red, Dave ordered a chardonnay with his fish, but later the co-owner brought him a Syrah that he really liked a lot.

So, the bottom line is – make a side trip to Walla Walla, and be sure to book a room at the Inn at Blackberry Creek, and have dinner at the CreekTown Café. Okay? Got it?

Posted in Travel, on October 4th, 2008.

Hayden Lake

How could you ask for anything more beautiful than this? The other evening when we were having dinner with our friends from Cougar Gulch (SW Coeur d’Alene), they included friends of theirs, Mark & Alicia. Now Mark is an outdoorsman of the first order. So we were told, year around in these parts (where it snows and ices with regularity in the winter months), he used to bicycle to and from work, some 10 miles each way. He’s retired now,  but still does a lot of active sports. So, it came as no surprise that one day recently he bicycled and hiked up to the top of the one of the peaks around Hayden Lake. And he snapped this photo. Mark reads my blog, I discovered, so perhaps he’ll put in a comment and tell us which way is north, or where the town is in this picture. I don’t know the lake well enough, although most of the homes are around the north, west and south sides, closer to the town of Hayden. But is that shot not gorgeous? Thanks, Mark, for sharing your exquisite photo. (We’re way west of Idaho now, in Portland,  Oregon, to be exact, but I couldn’t leave Idaho without showing all of you this pretty photo.)

Posted in Travel, on October 3rd, 2008.

Lake Pend Oreille in Northern Idaho

A view of  Lake Pend Oreille in Northern Idaho, from our friends, Bob & Barbara’s boat  

Sorry I wasn’t able to post much in the last couple of days – no wireless network to connect to – and I know what a difference it makes to see photos rather than just some text – otherwise I would have just posted a short message with no photos. Our other friends, Bob & Barbara, live on Hayden Lake, a town about 15 miles north of Coeur d’Alene. And yes, Hayden has its own lake that is just gorgeous. When we arrived at our friend’s home, almost immediately we took a tram down their steep incline below their home and went out on their pontoon boat for a champagne cruise. The weather couldn’t have been more beautiful if we’d ordered it. Bright sunshine, sparkling water, surrounded by a bounty of trees (mostly pine, also some cedar, I think) and steep hills and mountains. I forgot to take any photos. So sorry! I was having just too much fun.

We went out to dinner that night to a place in Coeur d’Alene, then the next day they took us north to a town called Bayview. There is a lake further north of Hayden that is gigantic – huge – with 50 miles of shoreline. It’s called Lake Pend Oreille (pronounced pen-door-ray as in French). It’s a natural lake, over 1000 feet deep in places, and has a U.S. Navy research facility there where the government tests submarines. It’s off limits, of course, but we did spot one of the odd-looking ¾-size subs they use for the research. But, in Bayview there is a community of homes as well as “floating homes.” Our friends own one of these cute floating homes. You walk out on a dock and most of the homes are about 15 feet wide (that’s a guess), and about 30 feet deep (that’s also a guess). They sit on cedar logs, have no propulsion on them, and are either one or two stories high. Bob & Barbara own a 2-story one with 3 bedrooms, 2 baths, and a “garage” that houses the little fishing boat that sits in the water year around. So, off we went on that little boat for another hour or so cruise on just that part of the lake. It was interesting to see the variety of floating homes (there are strict laws about these homes – they’re not permitting any new ones – period – and dock vs. floating home spaces are at a premium. These homes cost anywhere from $50,000 to over a million. Imagine that! We went into a beautiful cove at the very tip of one of the fingers of the lake, also spotted a variety of mountain goats munching away on grass on the steeper inclines.

That night I sort-of made dinner – I just made the entrée – my chicken with mustard crumb topping served on a bed of onions. Barbara made a green salad and some delicious green beans. Their house sits right on the water, and watching the sunset from their home, which faces west, was just beautiful. We had such a nice visit with them.  Thank you, Bob & Barbara! They also own a home in Palm Desert, like we do, so we will see them again in a few months when they come south for the winter. As beautiful as Idaho is, the winters up here are long and dreary. The snow and ice don’t make driving very easy either.

Posted in Travel, on September 29th, 2008.

Zeisner’s Curry Ketchup

I sure hadn’t. We’re staying with our friends, Ann & Harry, who live in the country outside Coeur d’Alene, Idaho. It’s absolutely gorgeous out here. They moved from our area in California, up here to Idaho about 16 years ago. They owned a darling bed & breakfast for about 10 of those years, then sold the B&B and built a new home that is on the west side of the lake, but faces east to the foothills surrounding Lake Coeur d’Alene. It’s almost a 200 degree view of pine trees with hills and valleys. We’ve been up here to visit them before, and always enjoy the outdoors, the clean, fresh air, and the pristine view.

Ann prepared a bouillabaisse dinner for us last night, which was scrumptious. Ann has given me her recipe which I’ll share with you tomorrow. And this morning we had eggs and chicken sausages for breakfast. And out of the refrigerator came this red plastic bottle of Curry Ketchup. Ann asked “have you ever had this before?” I never had. It was SO good – ketchup with a curry flair. They buy it at the U.S. military commissary near them, but surely it’s available other places. The label is in English. It looks like American catsup (ketchup) but it has a mild curry flavor. Really good if you happen to find it somewhere, like a German deli?

I’m posting from the lovely new public library in Coeur d’Alene. With free WiFi.

Posted in Travel, on September 28th, 2008.

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Through much of yesterday we were looking at nothing very noteworthy. Dry, deserty kinds of views, lovely distant mountains both west and east. Then we got into Idaho. And actually lots of southern Idaho is more of the same. Then we got into the mountains north of Boise. You know – the kind of two-lane roads that, on the maps, have the little dotted lines alongside them, meaning they’re scenic. By the way, I’m feeling fine today, and so is Dave. We just needed some distance (descent) from those 10,000 foot altitudes. We stopped at a nondescript log cabin kind of place for lunch, and arrived in McCall (on Lake Payette) last night. Surprise – the little motel we stayed in actually had free wireless!

We had a delicious dinner in downtown McCall, at the McCall Brewery – lots of solid home made foods. I ordered soup (a delicious beer-cheese soup I may try to duplicate once I get home) and salad with a Parmesan vinaigrette dressing. The lighting wasn’t good enough to get a snapshot.

So, the picture you see above is one I snapped beside the highway yesterday. We saw hundreds of such scenes, just different rapids, different curves in the roads, different tree landscapes. All beautiful. There’s no sign of the bark beetle here in Idaho.

I may not have internet access for the next couple of days. Our friends we’re visiting near Coeur d’Alene don’t have high speed internet service. So, stand by and I’ll be back online as soon as I can.

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