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Here are the tastingspoons players. I’m in the middle (Carolyn). Daughter Sara on the right, and daughter-in-law Karen on the left. I started the blog in 2007, as a way to share recipes with my family. Now in 2023, I’m still doing 99% of the blogging and holding out hope that these two lovely and excellent cooks will participate. They both lead very busy lives, so we’ll see.

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BOOK READING (from Carolyn):

Under the Java Moon, by Heather Moore. Sometimes these WWII books are tough to read. This is a true story (written as fiction, though) about a few Dutch families who are taken prisoner on Java Island, by the Japanese. Certainly it’s a story about unbelievable deprivation and sadness, but also about resilience too. Not everyone survives, as you could guess, but you’ll be rooting for young Rita who takes on so many responsibilities far beyond her 6-year old’s abilities. I read this because a dear friend of mine’s husband (now deceased) was in the Army during WWII and spent a lot of his duty in Indonesia and had horrific stories to tell about the weather and environment (awful!). A period of his life he liked to forget. The book certainly brings that period and place to the forefront. I’m glad I read it.

Never in a million years would I have picked up Blind Your Ponies, by Stanley Gordon West. If I’d read the cover or flap that the bulk of the story is about basketball, I’d have put it back on the shelf. But oh, this book is – yes, about basketball, but it’s about a place in time in Montana, a few decades ago, when a tiny town supported their high school team. It’s about a dream. About the town who believed in them. About a tall young man who comes to lives in the town, and his deliverance, really, from a pretty awful background as he plays basketball, when he’d never played before. It’s about relationships, marriages, families and about how this little team makes it. Such a great story and SO glad I read it.

A Girl Called Samson, by Amy Harmon. I’m a fan of anything written by Harmon, and this one delivered as all her books do. 1760, Massachusetts. Deborah Samson is an indentured servant but yearns for independence. From being a rather tall, skinny kid (a girl) to faking it as a young soldier (a young man) in the Continental army. You’ll marvel at her ability to hide her true self. It’s quite a story. She’s thrown into the worst of situations in the war and comes through with flying colors. You’ll find yourself rooting for her and also fearing mightily that she’s going to either get killed, or be “found out,” by some of the men. Riveting story beginning to end. There’s a love interest here too which is very sweet.

On Mystic Lake, by Kristin Hannah. This is a book Hannah wrote some years ago, and tells the story of a woman, Annie, who finds out (on the day their daughter goes off to a foreign land for an exchange quarter) that her husband is in love with another woman and leaves her. Annie, who has been the quintessential perfect corporate wife, is devastated. She felt blind-sided. She cries and wallows, but eventually she returns home to her small town, where her widowed dad lives, in Washington. There she runs into many people she knew and at first feels very out of place. Slowly, she finds the town more welcoming and she helps a previous boyfriend, now widowed with his young daughter. A connection is there. Annie has to find herself, and she definitely does that. Her husband rears his head (of course he does!) after several months, and Annie has to figure out what to do. I don’t want to give away the story. Lots of twists and turns.

The Vineyard, by Barbara Delinsky. A novel with many current day issues. Husband and wife own a vineyard in Rhode Island. Husband dies. Widow soon (too soon) marries the manager, a hired employee, much to the consternation of her two grown children. Widow hires woman as personal assistant (much of the book comes from her voice) and she gets entangled into the many webs, clinging from the many decades the winery has tried to be successful. Really interesting. Lots of plot twists, but all revolving around work of the vineyard. Cute love story too. It wouldn’t be a Delinsky book without that aspect.

Consequences, Penelope Lively. I’ve always loved this author’s writing style. Have read many of her books. This one follows a rather dotted line family, the women, as they grow through worn-torn London and England. There’s poverty and both major events and minor ones that send the story’s trajectory in new directions. Riveting for me. Lively won the Booker Prize for Moon Tiger, her most famous book.

Below Zero, C.J. Box. Mystery of the first order. A Joe Pickett novel (he’s a game warden in Wyoming) with a family member thought dead is suddenly alive. Or is she? Joe’s on the hunt to find out. I don’t read these books at night – too scary. I love his books, though.

Consolations of the Forest: Alone in a Cabin on the Siberian Taiga, by Sylvain Tesson. I’m not sure what possessed me to read this book. About a late 30s guy who seems to crave solitude; he’s offered a 11×11 cabin in the cold/frozen Siberian outback, on a huge lake that freezes over in winter. Here’s a quote from the book: “A visit to my wooden crates. My supplies are dwindling. I have enough pasta left for a month and Tabasco to drench it in. I have flour, tea and oil. I’m low on coffee. As for vodka, I should make it to the end of April.” Vodka plays large in this book. Tesson (who is French, with Russian heritage) is a gifted writer, about the wilderness, the flora and fauna, about the alone-ness, the introspection. Mostly he ate pasta with Tabasco. No other sauce. Many shots of vodka every day. Drunkenness plays a serious role too – what else is there to do, you might ask? He lived there for about a year. I’d have lasted a week, no more.

The Auburn Conference by Tom Piazza. Another one, given my druthers I’m not sure I’d have picked up. For one of my book clubs. Excellent writing. 1883, upstate NY. A young professor decides to make a name for himself and puts on an event, inviting many literary luminaries of the day (Mark Twain, Frederick Douglass, Herman Melville, Forrest Taylor and a romance novelist [the outlier] Lucy Comstock). Part panel discussion, part private conversations, the author weaves a tale of discord, some moderate yelling, some rascism and much ridicule of the romance novelist. Also some words of wisdom, maybe not from the authors you’d have expected. Unusual book.

As Bright as Heaven, by Susan Meissner. 1918. Philadelphia. About a young family arriving with the highest of hopes. Then the Spanish Flu hits and dashes everything. You’ll learn a whole lot about that particular virulent flu and the tragic aftermath. Really good read.

Hour of the Witch, by Chris Bohjalian. Boston, 1662. A young woman becomes the 2nd wife of a powerful man, a cruel man. She determines to leave him, something just “not done” back then. Twists and turns, she’s accused of being a witch. Story of survival, and a redeeming love too.

My Oxford Year, by Julia Whelan. At 24, a young woman is honored with a Rhodes Scholarship to Oxford. She’s older than most of her fellow classmates, and as an American, doesn’t fit in very well. She’s left a good job back home, but determines to try to work some for the political campaign job she’s left, and also do the work for her Oxford scholarship. She meets a professor. Oh my. Such an interesting book. I loved learning about the culture of Oxford, and there’s a fascinating romance too, somewhat a forbidden one with said professor.

Madame Pommery, by Rebecca Rosenberg. I love champagne. Have read a number of books over the years (novels) about the region (and I’ve visited there once). This is real history, though in a novelized form. Madame Pommery was widowed, and determined she would blaze a trail that was not well received (no women in the champagne business for starters). And she decides to make a different, less sweet version. She’s hated and reviled, but sticks to her guns, veering away from the then very sweet version all the winemakers were producing. Fascinating story.

The Wager, by David Grann. A true tale of shipwreck, mutiny and murder back in the 1740s. Not exactly my usual genre of reading, but once I heard about the book, I decided I needed to read it. This is a novelized version of the story, based on the facts of an English shipwreck, first off Brazil, then later off Chile. Of the men, their struggle to survive (and many didn’t). Yes, there’s murder involved, and yes, there’s mutiny as well. Those who survived stood trial back in England many years later. Riveting read.

Before We Were Yours, by Lisa Wingate. 1939. A shantyboat in the backwaters of the Mississippi River. A 12-year old girl is left to care for her younger siblings when her mother is taken ill. A mystery ensues, and soon officials chase these youngsters to take them into an orphanage, one that became infamous for “selling” the children, weaving wild tales of their provenance. Dual timeline, you read about a successful young attorney who returns home to help her father, and questions come up about the family history. Fascinating read. You’ll learn about this real abominable woman, Georgia Tann, who profited by her “sales.”

The Vaster Wilds, by Lauren Goff. This tells the story of a young servant girl, in the aftermath of the starvation in Jamestown, the beleaguered town that virtually disappeared because the people weren’t prepared for the harshness of survival in those days. She escapes before the demise of the town and heads west, with nothing but the clothes she’s wearing. She survives longer than you might think, and encounters a lot of interesting experiences and people. Very interesting historical read.

Lady Tan’s Circle of Woman, Lisa See. Historical fiction, from 1469, Ming Dynasty, China. Based on the true story, however, about a young woman mostly raised by her grandmother who is a well known physician. Her grandfather is a scholarly physician, her grandmother, more an herbalist, or like a pharmacist of the day. Tan eventually marries into a family and is immediately subjugated by the matriarch, who won’t allow her to practice any of her healing arts. Quite a story, and also about how she eventually does treat women (women “doctors” were only allowed to treat women) as a midwife and herbalist. You’ll learn a whole lot about the use of flowers and herbs for healing and about the four humors.

Winter Garden, by Kristen Hannah. Quite a story, taking place in Washington State with apple orchards forming a backdrop and family business. Two sisters, never much friends even when they were young, return home to help care for their ailing father. Their mother? What an enigma. She took no part in raising them, yet she lived in the home. She cooked for the family, but rarely interacted. Yet her father adored his wife, their mother. How do they bridge the gulf between each other and also with their mother. Another page turner from Kristen Hannah.

Trail of the Lost, by Andrea Lankford. Not my usual genre. This is nonfiction, about Lankford who has plenty of credentials for rescue services, and is an avid hiker herself, determines to try to find some missing people who have disappeared off the face of the earth on the Pacific Crest Trail. It’s about how rescues work, everything from the disconnect between active citizens who want to help, and seemingly the unwillingness of authorities to share information. Not exactly a positive for law enforcement in this book. Really fascinating. There are hundreds of people who have disappeared off various long hike trails in the U.S. This is about four who were hiking (separately and at different times) on the PCT.

Tomorrow, Tomorrow and Tomorrow, by Gabrielle Zevin. I’ve never been a “gamer.” Not by any standard definition, anyway. Not like people who really get into games, adventure, killers, etc. And this book isn’t a game .. . but it’s a novel (and a great story, I might add) about how these games come into being. How they’re invented, how they morph. First there were two college students, then a third person is added, and they end up creating a wildly popular game. A company is born. And it goes from there. Mostly it’s about the people, their relationships, but set amidst the work of creating and running a gaming company. Not all fun and games, pun intended.

Remarkably Bright Creatures, by Shelby Van Pelt. Oh gosh, what a fabulous book. It’s a novel; however, much of the story is about the intelligence of octopus. In particular this one, Marcellus, who lives in an aquarium in a fictitious town in western Washington State. More than anything the book is about relationships, not only Marcellus with a woman (of a certain age) who cleans the aquarium at night, but the various people in this small town.

Trust, by Herman Diaz. This novel is an enigma in so many ways. It’s a book, within a book, within a book. About the stock market crash back in 1929, but it’s about a man. Oh my. It’s really interesting. This book won the Pulitzer. That’s why I bought it.

Cassidy Hutchinson is a young woman (a real one) who works in politics or “government.” She’s worked for some prestigious Washington politicians, and ended up working for Trump. The book is a memoir of her short spin working at the highest levels, and obviously at the White House. She worked under Mark Meadows and suffered a lot of ridicule when she quit. Truth and lies . . . when she couldn’t live with herself and subvert the truth. Enough, gives you plenty of detail leading up to and after the January 6th uprising. She testified to Congress about what she knew. Really interesting. I almost never read books about politics because I think many (most?) of our elected politicians succumb to the lure of power and forget who they work for, us, the public.

Becoming Dr. Q, by Alfredo Quiñones-Hinojosa, MD, is an Associate Professor of Neurosurgery and Oncology at Johns Hopkins University. This is his memoir about how he went from being a penniless migrant from Mexico to one of the world’s most renowned experts in brain tumors.

The Invincible Miss Cust, by Penny Haw.  In 1868 Ireland, a woman wasn’t allowed to attend veterinary school, much less become a veterinarian. It took  years of trying (to the horror of her aristocratic family) and finally someone took her under their wing, she enrolled using a pseudonym (a name not revealing her gender). This is a true story of Aleen Isabel Cust, who did just that.

Her Heart for a Compass, by Sarah Ferguson (yes), the Duchess of York. I was pleasantly surprised as I read this book that it wasn’t the usual romantic romp – there’s more to this story than you might think. Ferguson utilizes some of her family ancestors as real characters in the book. Sweet story but with lots of twists and turns.

Someone Else’s Shoes, by Jojo Moyes.Nisha, our heroine, is a wealthy socialite. She thinks her life is perfect. At the gym someone else grabs her gym bag, so she grabs the similar one. Then she finds out her husband is leaving her and he’s locked her out of their high-rise apartment. She’s penniless. No attorney will take her on. She has nothing but this gym bag belonging to someone else (who?).

The Eleventh Man, Ivan Doig. What a story. Ben, part of a Montana college football team in the 1940s, joins the service during WWII. So do all of his eleven teammates. After suffering some injuries in pilot training he is recruited by a stealthy military propaganda machine. His job is to write articles about his teammates as they are picked off at various battle theaters around the Pacific and Europe. Ben goes there, in person, to fuel the stories. Ivan Doig is a crafty writer; I’ve read several of his books, my favorite being The Whistling Season.

Wavewalker, by Suzanne Heywood. Oh my goodness. A memoir about a very young English girl who goes off with her besotted and narcissistic parents and her brother on a years-long sailing journey supposedly following the route of James Cook. A very old, decrepit 70-foot schooner. Four people, 2 sort-of adults and 2 children. Sometimes a helper or two. A seasick mother. A dad who is driven to the extreme, whatever the damage he creates. She spent 10 years aboard.

Claire Keegan wrote Small Things Like These. It’s won a lot of awards, and shortlisted for the Booker Prize. Takes place in Ireland. Some profound questions come up in this novella, about complicity, about restitution. There’s a convent nearby, and attached one of those places young girls were sent if they found themselves “in the family way,” and about how the church helped, supposedly, by taking the children and placing them in homes, without consent. It’s ugly, the truth of the matter. Really good read.

Nicholas Sparks isn’t an author I read very often because his books are pretty sappy, but daughter Sara recommended this one, The Longest Ride. It begins with Ira (age 93), stuck in his car as it plunges off the edge of a road, and it’s snowing. As the hours tick by, he reminisces about his life.

The Neuroscientist Who Lost Her Mind, by Barbara Lipska. Interesting that I’ve read two books recently about the brain (see Doctor Q above). This is a true story about a woman, a neuroscientist, who developed a metastatic melanoma in the brain.

The Price of Inheritance, by Karin Tanabe. This is a mystery, of sorts. Our heroine is an up and coming employee at Christie’s (auction house). In bringing a large collection of expensive art to auction, she makes a misstep about the provenance of a desk. She’s fired. She goes back to her roots, takes a job at a small antique store where she used to work.

The Covenant of Water, by Abraham Verghese. Did you read Cutting for Stone, years ago, by this author? Such a good book, so I knew I’d enjoy this one, and oh, did I!. The book takes place in a little known area of southern India, and chronicles a variety of people over a few generations, who inhabit the place.

Finding Dorothy, by Elizabeth Letts. My friend Dianne recommended this book to me, and it was so special. Loved it beginning to end. It’s based on the story of 77-year old Maud Gage Baum (her husband Frank Baum wrote The Wizard of Oz).

The Bandit Queens, by Parini Shroff. It’s about a young Indian woman, Geeta, as she tries her best to make a living after her husband leaves her. Yet the community she lives in, thinks Geeta murdered him.

Attribution, by Linda Moore. We follow art historian Cate, as she struggles to succeed in her chosen field against sexist advisors. She finds what she thinks is a hidden painting.

The Measure, Nikki Erlick. Oh my goodness. This story grabbed me from about the third sentence. Everyone in the world finds a wooden box on their doorstep, or in front of their camper or tent, that contains a string. Nothing but a string. The author has a vivid imagination (I admire that) and you just will not believe the various reactions (frenzy?) from people who are short-stringers, or long-stringers.

The Book Spy by Alan Hlad. True stories, but in novel form, of a special Axis group of men and women librarians and microfilm specialists, sent to strategic locations in Europe to acquire and scour newspapers, books, technical manuals and periodicals, for information about German troop locations, weaponry and military plans of WWII. I was glued to the book beginning to end. Fascinating accounts.

A Dangerous Business, Jane Smiley. What a story. 1850s gold rush, story of two young prostitutes, finding their way in a lawless town in the Wild West. There’s a murder, or two, or three, or some of the town’s prostitutes, and the two women set out to solve the crime.

Storm Watch, by C. J. Box. I’m such a fan of his tales of Wyoming Game Warden Joe Pickett’s adventures catching criminals. Loved it, just like I’ve loved every one of his books.

Defiant Dreams, by Sola Mahfouz. True story about the author, born in Afghanistan in 1996. This is about her journey to acquire an education. It’s unbelievable what the Taliban does to deter and forbid women from bettering themselves.

Language of Flowers by Vanessa Diffenbaugh. This is fairly light read, a novel – but interesting, about the meaning behind many flowers.

The Rome Apartment, by Kerry Fisher. Such a cute story. Maybe not an interesting read for a man. It’s about Beth, whose husband has just left her, and her daughter has just gone off to college. Beth needs a new lease on life, so she rents a room from a woman who lives in Rome.

All the Beauty in the World, a memoir by Patrick Bringley. Absolutely LOVED this book. Bringley was at loose ends and accepted a job as a guard at the Metropolitan Museum of Art in NYC. He’d been a journalist at The New Yorker magazine, but after his brother was ill and died, he needed refreshing. After his training at the museum, he moves from room to room, guarding the precious art, and learning all about the pieces and the painters or sculptors.

The Queen’s Lady, by Joanna Hickson. I love stories about Tudor England, and this one didn’t disappoint. Joan Guildford is a lady in waiting to Queen Elizabeth. Oh my goodness are there twists and turns.

Once in awhile I’m ready to read another Louise Penny mystery. This time it was World of Curiosities. Usually I’d write something wonderful regarding “another tome about Three Pines.” Not going to say it this time. Three Pines becomes a sinister place. Murders (many).

Over the years I’ve read many of Jodi Picoult’s books. This, her newest, or very new, is called Mad Honey. Oh, my. This book is beyond Picoult’s usual borders, but then she always writes edgy books. That’s her genre. This one is written with a co-author, a woman who is gay (I think) and also a trans-gender.

Philippa Gregory is one of my fav authors. Just finished her 3rd (and last, I think) in the Fairmile series called Dawnlands. If you scroll down below you’ll find the 2nd book in the series, Tidelands. Very interesting about English history, but about the same families from the first book in the group. Loved it, as I loved all of them.

Am currently reading Rutherfurd’s long, long book, Paris. I love these involved historical novels about a place (he’s written many about specific places in the world). It’s a saga that goes back and forth in time, following the travails of various people and families, through thick and thin. Some of it during the era of the King Louis’ (plural, should I say Louies?). Very interesting about some of the city’s history and royalty.

Although this book says A Christmas Memory, by Richard Paul Evans, it’s not just about Christmas. A young boy is the hero here, but really an older widower man who lives next door plays a pivotal part of this book.

Wish You Were Here, by Jodi Picoult. Another page-turner. I loved this book. A thirty-something woman, about to take a trip with her boyfriend, when Covid breaks out. Covid plays a major role in this book, beginning to end. She decides to go anyway as her boyfriend is a doctor and cannot leave. She ends up on a remote Galapagos island, and you go along with her – with people she meets, the life she leads, the isolation she experiences, the loneliness she feels, but the joy of nature is a sustaining aspect.

Not everyone wants to read food memoirs. When I saw Sally Schmitt had written a memoir, titled Six California Kitchens, I knew I wanted to read it. I met Sally a few times over the years when I visited Napa Valley, and bought some of her famous pickled items, chutneys, jams, etc. She was the original chef at The French Laundry, before it became truly famous by Thomas Keller.

Being a fan of Vivian Howard (from her TV show), when I saw she’d written another book, I knew I should buy it. This Will Make It Taste Good is such an unusual name for a cookbook, but once you get into the groove of the book, you’ll understand. What’s here are recipes for some “kitchen heroes” she calls them. They’re condiments. They’re food additions, they’re flavor enhancers.

As soon as it came out, I ordered Spare, by Prince Harry. I’ve always been interested in the Royal Family.

Unaccustomed Earth by Jhumpa Lahiri. Usually I don’t seek out short stories. I might have purchased this book without realizing it was. There aren’t that many stories – each one gets you very ingrained in the characters. I love her writing, and would think each story in this book could be made into a full-fledged novel.

A Lantern in Her Hand, by Beth Streeter Aldrich. A very interesting and harrowing story of early pioneer days in the Midwest (Nebraska I think); covered wagon time up to about 80 years later as the heroine, Abbie Deal, and her husband start a family in a small town.

The Messy Lives of Book People, by Phaedra Patrick. From amazon’s page: Mother of two Liv Green barely scrapes by as a maid to make ends meet, often finding escape in a good book while daydreaming of becoming a writer herself. So she can’t believe her luck when she lands a job housekeeping for her personal hero, mega-bestselling author Essie Starling, a mysterious and intimidating recluse.

Four Seasons in Rome by Anthony Doerr. I’m a fan of this author and relished reading his book about a year in his personal life, with his wife and very new, newborn twins. Doerr was given an auspicious award – a year of study in Rome, with apartment and a stipend. There are four chapters, by season.

Kristin Hannah’s Distant Shores is quite a read. Some described it as like a soap opera. Not me. Interesting character development of a couple who married young. She put her own career/wants/desires aside to raise their children. He forged ahead with his life dreams. The children grow up and move on. Then he’s offered a huge promotion across the country. She’s torn – she doesn’t want to be in New York, but nothing would get in the way of his career.

Oh, William! by Elizabeth Strout. Lucy Barton is divorced. But she’s still sort of friendly with her ex. It’s complicated. Out of the blue he asks her to go on a trip with him to discover something about his roots.

Tidelands,  by Philippa Gregory. It tells the tale of a peasant woman, Alinor (an herbalist and midwife), who lives barely above the poverty level, trying to raise two children, during the time of great turmoil in England, the rancorous civil war about Charles 1.

Read Reminders of Him, by Colleen Hoover. A page turner of a story. A young woman is convicted of a crime (young and foolish type). Once released her sole purpose is to be a part of her daughter’s life.

The Last Anniversary by Liane Moriarty. Oh my goodness. The wicked webs we weave. How in the world did the author even come UP with this wild story, but she did, and it kept me glued. Sophie walked away from her wedding day, and always wondered if she made the wrong decision.

Very funny and poignant story, Mrs. Palfrey at the Claremont, by Elizabeth Taylor (no, not that one). Mrs. Palfrey, a woman of a certain age, moves into an old folks’ home in London. It’s a sort of hotel, but has full time elderly quirky residents.

For one of my book clubs we read Lessons in Chemistry, by Bonnie Garmus. This book is so hard to describe. Elizabeth is a wizard at chemistry and struggles to be recognized for her intelligence and research. She meets a man at her company who is brilliant too. They make quite a pair. They have a child, then he suddenly dies. Her work isn’t taken seriously, so she leaves her employment and becomes an overnight phenom on a cooking show where she uses the chemical names for things like sodium chloride, etc. You go alongside her struggles, and her raising of her daughter. LOTS of humor, lots to discuss for a book club.

Horse. Oh my, is it a page turner. Loved it from the first page to the last. Sad when it ended. It’s a fictional creation but based on a real racehorse owned by a black man, back in the 1850s. Technically, the story is about a painting of the horse but there are many twists and turns. If you’ve ever enjoyed Brooks’ books in the past, this one won’t disappoint.

The Book of Lost Names, by Kristin Harmel (no, not Hannah). Certainly a little-known chunk of history about a woman who becomes a master forger during WWII to help get Jewish children out of France. Not easy to read, meaning the difficulty of anyone finding the means and place to DO the forgery and right under the noses of the Nazis. Really good read.

Liane Moriarty’s first novel, Three Wishes, follows the travails of adult triplets, so different, yet similar in many ways. Two are identical, the third is not. So alike, and so not. It takes you through a series of heart-wrenching events, seemingly unrelated, but ones that could bring a family to its breaking point and test the bonds of love and strength.

Recently I’ve read both of Erin French’s books, her cookbook, The Lost Kitchen, and since then her memoir, Finding Freedom. About her life growing up (difficult) about her coming of age mostly working in the family diner, flipper burgers and fries (and learning how much she liked to cook). Now she’s a very successful restaurant entrepreneur (The Lost Kitchen is also the name of her restaurant) in the minuscule town of Freedom, Maine. She’s not a classically trained chef, but she’s terrifically creative. See her TV series on Discover+ if you subscribe.

Jo Jo Moyes has a bunch of books to her credit. And she writes well, with riveting stories. Everything I’ve read of hers has been good. This book, The Girl You Left Behind, is so different, so intriguing, so controversial and a fascinating historical story. There are two timelines here, one during WWI, in France, when a relatively unknown painter (in the style of Matisse) paints a picture of his wife. The war intervenes for both the husband and the wife.

Eli Shafak’s Island of Missing Trees. This book was just a page turner. If you’ve never read anything about the conflict in Cyprus (the island) between the Turks and the Greeks, you’re in for a big history lesson here. But, the entire story centers around a fig tree. You get into the head/brain/feelings of this big fig tree which plays a very central part of the story. You’ll learn a lot about animals, insects (ants, mosquitos, butterflies) and other flora and fauna of Cyprus.

Also read Apples Never Fall by Liane Moriarty. Ohhh my, such a good book. I couldn’t put it down. Whatever you do, do not read the ending before you start the book. I’ve never understood people who do this. The book chronicles the day a mom just ups and disappears. The grown children come back home, in panic. The dad isn’t much help, and he becomes the prime suspect of foul play. There is no body, however.

If you’d like a mystery read, try Dete Meserve’s The Space Between. It’s just the kind of page-turner I enjoy – a wife returns to her home after being away on business for a few days, to find her husband missing and what he’s left for her is an unexplained bank deposit of a million dollars, a loaded Glock in the nightstand, and a video security system that’s been wiped clean.

Read Alyson Richman’s historical novel called The Velvet Hours. Most of the book takes place in Paris, with a young woman and her grandmother, a very wealthy (but aging) woman who led a life of a semi-courtesan. Or at least a kept woman. But this grandmother was very astute and found ways to invest her money, to grow her money, and to buy very expensive goods. Then WWII intervenes, and the granddaughter has to close up her grandmother’s apartment, leaving it much the way it had been throughout her grandmother’s life, to escape the Nazis. Years go by, and finally answers are sought and found. An intriguing book, based on the author’s experience with an apartment that had been locked up similarly for decades, also in Paris.

Susan Meissner is one of my favorite authors. This book, The Nature of Fragile Things tells a very unusual story. About a young Irish immigrant, desperate to find a way out of poverty, answers an ad for a mail order bride.

Also read Rachel Hauck’s The Writing Desk. You could call this a romance. A young professional, a writer of one successful book, has writer’s block. Then she’s asked to go to Florida to help her mother (from whom she’s mostly estranged) through chemo. She goes, hoping she can find new inspiration.

Also recently finished The Weight of Ink by Rachel Kadish. The book goes backwards and forwards in time, from the 1600s in London with the day-to-day lives of a group of Jews (who had to be very careful about how they worshiped) to current day as an old house is discovered to hold a treasure-trove of historical papers.

Colleen Hoover has written quite a book, It Ends with Us: A Novel, with a love story being the central theme, but again, this book is not for everyone – it can be an awakening for any reader not acquainted with domestic violence and how such injury can emerge as innocent (sort of) but then becomes something else. There is graphic detail here.

Nicolas Barreau’s novel Love Letters from Montmartre: A Novel  is very poignant, very sweet book. Seems like I’ve read several books lately about grieving; this one has a charming ending, but as anyone who has gone through a grave loss of someone dear knows, you can’t predict day to day, week to week. “Snap out of it,” people say, thinking they’re helping.

Another very quirky book, that happens to contain a lot of historical truth is The Phone Booth at the Edge of the World: A Novel by Harry N. Abrams. Set in Japan just after the tsunami 10 years ago when 18,000 people died. At a private park miles away, some very special people installed a phone booth, with a phone (that didn’t work) at the edge of the park, and the survivors of the tsunami began wending their way there to “talk” to their deceased loved ones. Very poignant story.

No question, the most quirky book I’ve read of late, a recommendation from my friend Karen, West with Giraffes: A Novel by Lynda Rutledge. Back in the 1930s a small group of giraffes were brought across the Atlantic from Africa to New York, destined for the then-growing San Diego Zoo. The story is of their journey across the United States in the care of two oh-so-different people, both with a mission.

Could hardly put down Krueger’s book, This Tender Land: A Novel. Tells the harrowing story of a young boy, Odie, (and his brother Albert) who became orphans back in the 30s. At first there is a boarding school, part of an Indian (Native American) agreement, though they are not Indian. They escape, and they are “on the run.”

Just finished Kristin Hannah’s latest book, The Four Winds: A Novel. What a story. One I’ve never read about, although I certainly have heard about the “dust bowl” years when there was a steady migration of down-and-out farmers from the Midwest, to California, for what they hoped to be the American Dream. It tells the story of one particular family, the Martinellis, the grandparents, their son, his wife, and their two children.

Also finished reading Sue Monk Kidd’s recent book, The Book of Longings: A Novel. It is a book that might challenge some Christian readers, as it tells the tale of Jesus marrying a woman named Mary. I loved the book from the first word to the last one. The book is believable to me, even though the Bible never says one way or the other that Jesus ever married. It’s been presumed he never did. But maybe he did?

Jeanine Cummins has written an eye-opener, American Dirt. A must read. Oh my goodness. I will never, ever, ever look at Mexican (and further southern) migrants, particularly those who are victims of the vicious cartels, without sympathy. It tells the story of a woman and her young son, who were lucky enough to hide when the cartel murdered every member of her family – her husband, her mother, and many others. It’s about her journey and escape to America.

Also read JoJo Moyes’ book, The Giver of Stars. Oh gosh, what a GREAT book. Alice joins the Horseback Librarians in the rural south.

Frances Liardet has written a blockbuster tale, We Must Be Brave. I can’t recommend this book highly enough. Although the scene is WWII England, this book is not really about the war. It’s about the people at home, waiting it out, struggling with enough food, clothing and enough heat.

William Kent Krueger wrote Ordinary Grace. From amazon: a brilliantly moving account of a boy standing at the door of his young manhood, trying to understand a world that seems to be falling apart around him. It is an unforgettable novel about discovering the terrible price of wisdom and the enduring grace of God. It’s a coming of age story.

A Column of Fire: A Novel by Ken Follett. It takes place in the 1500s, in England, and has everything to do with the war between the Catholics and the Protestants, that raged throughout Europe during that time, culminating in the Spanish Inquisition.

My Name Is Resolute by Nancy Turner. She’s the author of another book of some renown, These is my Words:

The Shepherd’s Life: Modern Dispatches from an Ancient Landscape by James Rebanks. This is a memoir, so a true story, of a young man growing up in the Lake District of Northern England, who becomes a shepherd. Not just any-old shepherd – actually a well educated one. He knows how to weave a story.

 

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Posted in Travel, on October 22nd, 2011.

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When you look at that photo do you think warm, balmy breezes, bathing suits and beach towels? Or brisk wind and promise of whitecaps? The first night we were in Maine we visited a restaurant (just behind me where I’m standing taking this photo) right on the water in East Boothbay and I’d bet it was about 45° and windy. A few days later we visited the same restaurant for breakfast (the photo above, their last day of the season) and it was closer to 80°. What a difference . . .a . . day . . makes. A day or two anyway. We did have rain several days of our week in Maine. Hard enough that we didn’t really want to go outside much. And then there were a couple of days of very warm, summer weather. Indian Summer, right?

We have a friend who owns a house near Boothbay, and she very generously offered to let us use her cute-as-a-bug Victorian house. She lives in San Diego and visits her house a few times a year. Thank you, Nancy, for letting us enjoy the Maine countryside and coast for a week. Here are some photos:

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Clockwise from top left: the backyard (Dave is sitting in one of the rocking chairs reading a book); the quaint and cute nautically themed kitchen, the barn (where a family of chipmunks lived underneath and frequently darted back and forth in the yard) and the family room where we spent many hours reading, sipping cups of hot tea, and watching television. Mostly the Weather Channel.

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Clockwise, from top left: the view from the kitchen table; the ultra-green grassed backyard; the formal living room including a very baby grand piano; and another shot of the kitchen table where we also spent many an hour plotting our travels in the area.

We took jaunts in every direction. North to Camden. Oh, what a cute town that is. Including a stop at Camden Cone, a miniscule ice cream stand, a favorite of Martha Stewart (she always orders Maine Blueberry). It was drizzling some of the time there; I didn’t even lug my camera as we darted in and out of the cute local stores. We ate dinner twice at a place in Boothbay Harbor called The Thistle Inn. One of the best restaurants on the whole trip, according to me. Very innovative food, and just full of flavor. We cooked dinner in on three of our nights. I made the the Risotto with Turkey Sausage (and corn, leeks, spinach) for us all.

edward_hopper_light_houseWest to Brunswick, where Dinny and I visited the Bowdoin College’s art museum, to see an Edward Hopper exhibit. THAT was really interesting. I studied Hopper’s work  back when I was in college (Art History), and knew there were stories to tell about his art, although he’s known as a realist. Learning more about his art career, and his eventual success painting lighthouses in Maine, was enlightening. This one is my favorite – at least my favorite of the hundred or so paintings on exhibit. I like the colors, the sky, the angles. This one, called Captain Upton’s House was painted toward the end of his life. Watching a 30-minute video about his art at the exhibit, we learned that he and his wife (also a painter, but she eventually took over managing her husband’s career) would conjure up stories about the people who appear in some of his paintings. Apparently some museum has all of her notes when they were in the process of creating one of his “people.” Like this one:

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One of his more famous paintings, this one’s called Nighthawk, shows 4 people sitting in a New York diner at night. I remember studying this one in college and as students we had to make up stories about the people, to explain what we thought Hopper’s purpose was with each character. Those are called allegorical, yet Hopper maintained that he didn’t paint with allegory in mind. It’s just that in order to paint faces or postures, he thought it helped to visualize a person before he set paint to canvas. The video we saw also alluded to the fact that Hopper wasn’t happily married, but there was no further explanation.

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This has nothing to do with Edward Hopper. It’s a wall of a house near where we stayed. The folks who live here have a real sense of humor. That’s a painted wall. Or a painted garage door, I suppose it is, although I don’t think the door opens at all.

That’s it for today, folks. More stories in a day or two . . .

Posted in Travel, on October 21st, 2011.

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Because we live in a huge state (California) that’s nearly a thousand miles north to south, we were surprised each time we so quickly crossed from Massachusetts, to New Hampshire, then seemingly just a few more miles and we were in Vermont. Then into New York too. And back. I don’t remember where I took that photo, but you can see some of the trees have lost lots of leaves already (from the tropical storm). I think this was in Manchester, VT. A charming town, if you haven’t ever been there. It’s rural, yet pretty, quaint and also upscale if you shop in the small downtown big-name stores. It’s the home of Orvis. And the Vermont Country Store. And a small designer outlet mall too. We didn’t shop at all except at the bookstore (below), but the shops sure were attractively built to blend into the local architecture.

We visited a gorgeous book store there, called Northshore Books. It was a big store, and just full of nooks and crannies of interesting books, large and small. I wrote about it some days ago but couldn’t upload this photo. You had to walk over this as you entered the store. So cute! So true!

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We allowed ourselves two nights and one full day to explore the country roads everywhere in the area of Manchester. To Dorset. East Dorset. Or was it West Dorset? Ludlow. Londonderry. Our friend Dinny, who lives in Nottingham, England, felt right at home with all those names. We drove to Woodstock VT too, and it’s there that we saw the most damage from the tropical storm. Dinny had never seen a covered bridge. She had no idea what we were talking about, then we spotted one.

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There in the bottom photos you can see the uprooted trees. We went across the covered bridge (fortunately it was high enough that the rising waters didn’t damage it) and took photos of the river’s edge. Below is a photo that hardly shows the damage at all.

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We did visit Fort Ticonderoga, having never been in that part of the country before. We took a quaint little ferry (we were the only car on it) across Lake Champlain (quite narrow at that spot).

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It was cold, blowing and some mist in the air on the short ferry ride across. The fort is just on the other side. I didn’t go inside (Dave did) because it was raining lightly. And my foot hurt that day.

The grounds of the Fort were quite beautiful. I think the Fort is owned by a private family who bought it in 1809. I did snap a few photos.

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The road less traveled. Probably not worthy of a painting, but I thought the view was pretty.

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You can see why the Army thought this was a safe and defendable location on the lake. We drove down to Albany, NY to pick up our friend Dinny who flew in from England to go with us on most of this trip. That all went well – she was waiting for us in the airport lounge and we were off and running within a few minutes. We zipped back to Vermont.

Posted in Travel, on October 19th, 2011.

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This is most likely the prettiest tree photo I took on our leaf-peeping trip.

Now that I’m home, and CAN upload photos, it’s as if I need to start at the very beginning of our trip, 3 weeks ago, and begin telling you about it. I won’t bore you with day by day photos – but will give you some of the highlights. On the last day of our vacation a very kind gentleman explained to me why we saw such poor changing leaves. He said it was because when Hurricane Irene hit the east coast some weeks ago, it brought lots of salty, wet air onto the trees. Trees don’t like salt, so the leaves not only blew off during the hurricane (tropical storm), but those left on frizzled and died rather than going through their usual cycle of colors. That story made sense. Don’t know if it’s true or not. We did see some leaves – mostly in Maine, but the trees seemed quite sparse but I didn’t exactly figure out that most of the trees really didn’t have as many leaves on them as normal.

Nearly 100% of the trip planning falls to me when we travel. I enjoy it, but after years of making short and long trips, I’ve learned that we want to travel at our pace – sometimes it’s a fast one – other times we take more time. This trip it was the latter. The more I read about things to do and see in New England, the more days I added on to our journey. Our first stop was Lake Winnipesaukee. I did upload a couple of photos from there, but they were very small and fuzzy because I tried to increase their size after I uploaded them (bad idea). I’ve now uploaded the full sized ones if you’re interested, you can click back to that post to see them. It rained while we were there, so the photos aren’t the best. The Lake, however, is certainly beautiful. And huge. Mostly private property, it’s hard to see the lakeside except in a few places. We drove all the way around the lake – that takes hours if you make any stops along the way. The rain reduced to a drizzle a couple of times so I did get out and take some photos.

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Both photos were taken from our hotel room or across the street from it in Meredith, NH. One of the few places you have lake access. I noticed all the Adirondack chairs everywhere. And just a few leaves changing color across the way.

We spent 2 nights in Meredith because I wanted to have a full day to drive all around the lake. On the NNE side of the lake there’s a house called Castle in the Clouds. Built in 1914, the house was the very forefront of home building in its day (craftsman style). A shoe manufacturer, Tom Plant, built it when the lake was still quite remote. We took a tour and learned all about the history of the house and the families who have owned it.

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There are exterior photos. Notice that the house is all built of rock.

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The home isn’t gigantic – probably about 4,000 square feet maybe – but that was huge in 1914. The grounds are beautiful (often used for weddings).

We headed north from there, up to Conway and North Conway, then on up into the White Mountains. I allowed us an extra day there so we could criss-cross all the highways in that part of the state, hoping for lots of changing trees. The only place we saw them was on the Kancamagus (pronounced Kank-ah-maw-gus or just “the Kank”), but it was absolutely pouring buckets as we drove through it. It’s a 26-mile stretch of curvy highway. I was gripping the wheel tightly through there as the roads were slick.

We stopped at the Cabot Creamery (cheese fame) and shopped a little bit. A very large tour bus was also sharing the parking lot with us (as well as another 20 or more cars) and as we were leaving the bus headed down the steep slope of driveway and as it reached the road and began making a wide-sweep turn, the read end of the bus hit the steep driveway and stopped it dead in its tracks, completely blocking the road from one side to the other. Fortunately after 10 minutes or so some kind bystanders began directing traffic – and we were able to sidle past the bus and head out the other direction. Thank goodness for the GPS – it guided us another way – maybe even prettier than the highway we had been on.

More tomorrow . . .

Posted in Travel, on July 11th, 2011.

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. . .  you arrive in the room, go into the bathroom and find Molton Brown products on the sink. Maybe a couple of other times in my life have I stayed at a hotel where Molton Brown was offered, but never so many different ones. I’m a fan of the products – they’re made in England – and likely that’s where I was first introduced to them. Here in the U.S. the stuff is pricey. Last summer when we took a trip to England, I stocked up on the body lotion, which comes in multiple scents. I love them. My skin likes them. We left behind the mouthwash and the shower gel. Dave took the shampoo and conditioner. AND he took the body lotion until I squawked about it.

So, now, down to the point. Here’s where we were:

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The Broadmoor. Does that look idyllic, or what? Makes me think it’s a modern castle on a lake in Switzerland. But no, it’s right here in the U.S. of A. On the foothills side (west) of Colorado Springs. And it’s a huge complex. Yet, despite the fact that they do conventions, and have a huge parking garage buried underground a block away, once you’re happily settled in, you’d hardly know there could be several hundred people staying here. You see, there are numerous hotel buildings – meaning you can stay in several of the different buildings which range from rooms, to suites to apartments to houses. Here in the picture above, I was standing on the west side of the famous Broadmoor lake looking back toward the main building side, although that structure you see isn’t the main building. But do note the pretty arched bridge. There’s a paved walkway all around the lake with a few well situated benches for sunshine or shade. Our room was on the ground floor just behind the big tall tree on the far right of the photo. We had a tiny, little terrace surrounded in shrubs. Mostly it was too hot to sit out there, though.

broadmoor_roomThere’s our room with Dave standing in an anteroom that faces the lake. The décor was lovely. The room was very roomy. The bathroom (around to the left in the photos), was large and luxurious with both a shower and jacuzzi tub. We had a nice, big television, a desk (behind Dave) and two small desk-type chairs.

If there was any complaint, it’s that there was just one comfortable chair in the room, which meant if we spent time in the room relaxing, the other of us was either lying on the bed or seated uncomfortably in one of the small straight chairs.

Picnik collageSo here’s a collage of photos from the Broadmoor.

(1) Walking out of the main building at lake level, they have a very large patio with big and small tables, some with umbrellas. We sat out there for a few hours reading.

Waitresses are available to bring beverages if you want them.

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(2) On the other side of the lake is one of the fine dining restaurants (they have 3 fine dining and several others that could be called family friendly).

This one was Charles Court, and we were sitting outside on the terrace there, overlooking the lake.

If I turned around 180° I’d have the view you saw up toward the top of the post.

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Lastly, there’s another photo looking up at one of the lower mountains. Everywhere you turned there was a lovely view.

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And all the bathroom towels had the beautiful big B monogram. They were ever-so puffy and fluffy and white.

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I think this may be my favorite shot of the hotel. With the drooping trees framing the photo.

There’s no question we want to return to the hotel. It’s just a matter of when. Staying at The Broadmoor was on my “bucket list.” I’ve wanted to stay there ever since I lived in Denver back in the 1960’s. I’d read about it – never visited it – and yearned to actually stay there. This isn’t your down-the-street Best Western, if you get my drift. It’s for a special occasion. We talked with people who were there for a week (wow, would that bill be expensive). We got a summer special rate, which made it still more expensive than almost any hotel where we’ve ever stayed before. (An aside, I think the most expensive hotel we’ve ever stayed – in a room with a view – was on the Isle of Capri, and it was over $400 per night. And it was lovely.)  But, The Broadmoor was really nice. I wanted to buy something with the logo on it, but couldn’t find anything I thought I’d actually use. There are several stores within the hotel, including one with kitchen stuff. That store carried a nice collection of McKenzie-Childs furniture, dishes and accessories. I’m enamored with their black and white check line, and wanted to buy one of the cup and saucer sets, but since I drink (usually) just one espresso cup of coffee per day, it made no sense whatsoever for me to buy a large enamelware coffee mug and saucer. Which would languish on a cupboard shelf somewhere and rarely get used. Besides, it wasn’t a Broadmoor mug. I’d just have remembered that that’s where I bought it!

So, if you’re ever looking for a special place, to celebrate a special occasion, think about The Broadmoor. Or if you’re vacationing in the area, include it in your itinerary. Do plan to stay at least two nights so you can spend the in between day enjoying the surroundings. We had their famous Sunday brunch (it was amazing). But do go there. Someday.

Posted in Restaurants, Travel, on July 8th, 2011.

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When we flew to Denver recently, we visited and stayed with our friends, Sue and Lynn (left) who live in Morrison, a foothills suburb of Denver. They’ve been friends for years, having moved last fall from where we live in California, to Denver, to be closer to their daughter Megan (who reads my blog – hi, Megan), their grandchildren, Lynn’s parents and sister and family.

We stayed in Sue and Lynn’s lovely new home, enjoyed many a delicious meal (and some of Sue’s recipes will be posted in coming days), sat many hours out on their superb deck, watching for deer and fawn, sipping on Colorado wine and Bombay Sapphire Gin and Tonics. It was warm while we were there, but it’s so dry – we didn’t notice the high temperatures so much.

For two of the days the four of us drove up into the Rockies. That’s when we saw this:

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I think it looks like a postcard. So beautiful. It was really pleasant temperature-wise, and the snow was melting away (very late this year, they said). We spent the night in Leadville – an old mining town that’s still a lot like it must have looked like more than 100+ years ago.

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We spent the night at a cute Victorian bed and breakfast in Leadville: The McGinnis Cottage. Rooms are very small (and I mean really small), and the bed was just so-so. The house is cute, though, with lots of interesting history. The owner is charming and helpful. We had dinner in town at a really good Italian restaurant, Zichittella’s. I don’t remember what other people ordered, but I got a crusted chicken dish, kind of like chicken Parmesan, and it was delicious. It was good enough that if we went back to Leadville ever, I’d go there again. It’s a good family friendly restaurant.

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One of the days we visited, we went into downtown Denver to a spectacular restaurant:

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1431 Larimer St. (Larimer Square)

Denver, CO 80202

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We took Sue and Lynn there for lunch and enjoyed sandwiches, salads and I ordered a kind of charcuterie plate. My DH ordered a lamburger.  The food was outstanding. The service was excellent. I’d recommend it to anyone – anytime. It’s not inexpensive, but we thought it worth the cost, no question!vail_street

Our second day out on our road trip with Sue and Lynn, we stopped in Vail for lunch. I don’t recall the name of the restaurant, but it was open (not all Vail restaurants are open during the summer – the off season). We sat outside on their patio and enjoyed a very lovely meal.

This was the picture from our table. It’s located in one of the Vail hotels, on a side street.

More stories to come.

A year ago: Chicken Breasts with Apricot Onion Pan Sauce

Three years ago: Onion Pepper Marmalade

Posted in Travel, on June 27th, 2011.

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When we get home from our trip I’ll write a full post about this special place. It’s in Colorado Springs. Photo was taken with my iPad camera function. Somehow I left home without the camera to USB cord so I can’t transfer any photos from my camera to my iPad. My iPhone 3G doesn’t take the best pictures. And I can’t do much photo editing either. The iPad is the greatest for travel though. It fits in my just slightly larger purse. More soon.

Posted in Travel, on January 2nd, 2011.

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Our last stop on our 28-day journey to Down Under, was a few nights in Queenstown. It’s a quaint little town, right on the side of a magnificent lake. The town was easily accessible because the hotel was a block of two away. There were a few stores, numerous restaurants, and views of the lake from nearly every location.

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This will be my last post about our trip. I hope all of you have enjoyed being armchair travelers to see Australia and New Zealand through my lens. We flew from Queenstown to Auckland, on the north island, and boarded a big jet for a 12 1/2 hour flight home.

Just after we got here my DH had his heart attack and subsequent bypass surgery. He’s recovering well, thank goodness. He still doesn’t have his energy back completely, but it improves almost every day. He’s driving, back to cooking breakfast, washing dishes and doing my grocery shopping for me (he wants to – it’s not because I make him do it!). He’s definitely on the mend!

Posted in Travel, on December 28th, 2010.

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Part of the visit to New Zealand, when you go on an OAT tour, is an overnight visit with a local family. The top and bottom photos above are views from the home of the family we stayed with in the town of Fairlie. The family run a cattle, sheep, deer and hind (a cross between a deer and an elk) farm – all the animals raised for the meat. I went online to read a bit about this cross-breed, the hind, and found this: In New Zealand, where deer have been introduced, there are hybrid zones between Red Deer and North American Wapiti populations and also between Red Deer and Sika Deer populations. In New Zealand Red Deer have been artificially hybridized with Pere David Deer in order to create a farmed deer which gives birth in spring. The initial hybrids were created by artificial insemination and back-crossed to Red Deer.

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Jenny (wife and mom) made us a lovely dinner – appetizers with a delicious chutney/relish, lamb chops (of course, this is lamb country – we love lamb!), several veggies, salad and a trifle for dessert. It was a treat to have a home-cooked meal after all the weeks of eating out morning, noon and night. We took a bottle of wine along and shared that with Jenny and Wayne (father and dad).

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For breakfast we had a huge spread – I had poached eggs on toast with bacon (New Zealand style bacon – we eat streaky bacon here in the U.S. – theirs is almost all meat, and maybe a bit more salty).

There’s a photo of the family – from left to right: George, Wayne, Henry and Jenny.

And lastly, there’s Henry’s breakfast plate – he likes his poached eggs sprinkled with ample shots of Worcestershire sauce. It doesn’t sound at all appealing to me, but it’s common down under, apparently!

We had a very nice visit with this family. Wayne took us on a lengthy drive around to many of the paddocks full of the different animals. All of their land is surrounded in mountains in those top photographs. Breathtakingly beautiful.

We particularly thank the family for inviting us into their home, and allowing us to share a lovely meal with them and a comfy bed as well. I promised I’d send them an email when this post went up. They’re in the middle of summer there now. It was very pleasant the day we were there.

Posted in Travel, on December 27th, 2010.

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Near Queenstown, New Zealand, there’s a very fun ride, the Shotover Jet. A very zippy boat that goes up and down a small portion of the river. Everyone in our group went along – our guide, Marilyn, took the photos for me, as they wouldn’t let me take my larger DSLR camera on the ride. It’s a darned good thing, too, since on the very last spin we did, thanks to the intrepid boat driver, Dave and I (we’re in the front row, I’m sitting there on the right edge, waving) got absolutely soaked. We took a huge wave right over our heads – we were the only passengers to get soaked. It was about 30 seconds after this above picture was taken.

But meanwhile, we went up the river, through narrow channels. It was great fun.

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We went up that river, there, about 1/2 mile or so, darting here and there.

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The driver did the very last spin right in front of the loading area. Adrenaline. G-forces. Fun. Wet.

Posted in Travel, on December 23rd, 2010.

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Of all the photos I took of our trip to the South Pacific, I think these in this post, from in and around Milford Sound, and Fiordland National Park, are my favorites. Hope you enjoy them.

One of the most visited attractions in New Zealand is Milford Sound. And although I’d glanced at a map of the south island, I had no idea how remote and rugged the western side of the island really was. There are few roads, and what few there are, are narrow, windy and long. All of the above photos were taken from a moving bus – so they’re a little bit blurry.

We drove through some of the south island, going from Christchurch down the middle, sort of, to Queenstown. On the western side of the south island is a protected area – called Fiordland National Park.  It’s a long, steep and jagged mountain range with very few access roads. Most of the access is from the sea on the far side of those mountains.

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Look at the blue of that water! Milford Sound – as I may have explained before – isn’t really a sound, but a fiord (in Scandinavia they spell it fjord – in the South Pacific it’s called a fiord). However, when someone informed the government, it had been named for so long the powers-that-be decided to leave it as a Sound. A fiord is an inlet with steep, sheer sides. A sound is an inlet too, but it’s wider than a fiord. We careened our way (by bus) from Queenstown to just get to the inner end of the Milford Sound. Those of you who are athletes will know that hiking the difficult, sometimes treacherous paths of the Milford Track, is a big global rite of passage for hikers. We didn’t get to see the end of the Track itself, although it was right where we stopped at the inner end of the Sound. People who trek  may only walk in one direction, Glade Wharf to Milford Sound, during the booked walking season (late October to late April), with a maximum of 40 independent walkers permitted to start the track each day. Periodic huts have been erected for hikers to sleep and rest. The hike takes several days. We have several friends who have done all or part of it.

milford_sound_waterfall_2It’s about 295 km (about 200 miles) from Queenstown to Milford Sound. Did I tell you that the road was curvy? And that I didn’t feel good nearly all day? Busses, curvy roads and me don’t get along very well, sad to say. Because the road is remote, 2-lane and curvy, it takes many hours to get there – I think it took us about 5 1/2 hours each way. We did make a few stops for photos.

Once at the Sound, we took an hour or two boat ride – out to the entrance of the Sound itself. Stunningly beautiful the full 365­ degrees. We were there on a clear, sunny day too (which doesn’t happen but one in every three days).

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The national park provides plenty of short walks and boardwalk trails. This was a particularly beautiful one with the reflections.

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That’s the color straight out of my camera. No wizardry involved. Just mother nature working at her finest!

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And I did tell you, didn’t I, that there were lots of curvy roads to make one’s stomach do a lurch!

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Isn’t that just stunning? You can see why I’d like to go back to New Zealand. Maybe in a car, with me at the wheel, I wouldn’t have spent most of the day wondering if my last meal was going to stay down.

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