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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 Lamb, on April 20th, 2010.

Oh yes, yummy this was. When we got to our second home in the desert last week, after eating out for more than a week, I was looking forward to making a home cooked meal. I enjoy glancing through the cookbooks I keep there since they don’t get as much use as the ones at home, and some of them I’ve not explored very much. As I looked through Marcella Hazan’s book, Marcella’s Italian Kitchen, this recipe talked to me. Lamb shoulder, onions, braised, baked, combined with cannellini beans with some pungent raw garlic and chopped parsley on top. Yep. Sounded like a winner, and it was.

We visited Bristol Farms (an upscale market that has a great meat department, with great expensive prices for everything on their shelves). But I wanted good, meaty lamb shoulder and I wasn’t even sure any of the supermarkets would HAVE lamb shoulder. Anyway, I made the cannellini beans myself rather than use canned. No reason why, just that I had time to do them, and I prefer the texture of homemade simmered beans rather than the almost mushy canned ones.

The recipe is relatively simple, really. The lamb pieces are floured and browned in vegetable oil, then set aside. A generous amount of thinly sliced onions are sautéed, then you add some white wine and beef broth, with tomato paste and fresh sage. That’s about it. The cannellini beans were made separately, with some garlic and fresh sage added to the water. Then, in Marcella’s recipe she said adding the raw minced garlic as a garnish is an important element – not cooked garlic – but the raw stuff. Gives it some bite. You can, if you study the photo at the top, see a few little snips of garlic. I saved a few of the cannellini beans out to add to the top of the finished dish – just because I wanted a bit more contrast in the photo. The mixed-in beans you’ll notice are darker with the extra-tasty sauce. Don’t skimp on the salt – the beans require a good measure of it. Do taste the finished dish and perhaps sprinkle a bit of salt all over the top. Delicious, all of it.
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Braised Lamb Stew with Cannellini Beans

Recipe By: Adapted from Marcella’s Italian Kitchen
Serving Size: 6 (not huge portions)

1 tablespoon vegetable oil
3 pounds lamb shoulder, bone-in, cut in 3-inch pieces
2/3 cup all-purpose flour
3 tablespoons extra virgin olive oil
2 1/2 cups onions, sliced thin
6 fresh sage leaves (or 1 tsp dried)
Salt and pepper to taste
1 cup dry white wine
2 teaspoons tomato paste
1 cup beef broth, (use a concentrate with water)
1 1/2  cups cannellini beans, dry
4 cups water
2 whole garlic cloves, sliced in half
3 fresh sage leaves
Salt and pepper to taste
Garnish for meat:
2 teaspoons fresh garlic, finely minced
3 tablespoons Italian parsley, chopped

1. Pour enough vegetable oil into a skillet to cover the bottom completely and turn on the heat to medium high.
2. When the oil is hot, dredge the lamb pieces in the flour, one by one, and add gently to the pan. Do not crowd the pieces. Brown the meat on all sides, then transfer the to a plate, adding more lamb pieces, until all the lamb has been browned. Pour off the grease but keep the fond that’s on the bottom – add that to the stew once it’s mixed and ready to go in the oven.
3. Preheat oven to 350°.
4. Choose a large, lidded pot (large enough to hold all the meat and the beans), and preferably one that can go from oven to rangetop. Into this large pot add the olive oil, sliced onions, and sage. Turn heat to medium and cook onions, uncovered, stirring occasionally, until it becomes a light brown (but not burned).
5. Add the meat, turning it 2-3 times and heat until the meat begins to sizzle, then add salt, some grindings of ground black pepper and the white wine.
6. Meanwhile, dissolve the tomato paste in the beef broth and set aside. Simmer at medium-high heat the onions and wine and when almost all of the wine has boiled off, add the beef broth mixture and the fond from the frying pan. Bring back to a simmer, then cover and place the pot in the oven for 1 1/2 hours, removing it every 30 minutes and stirring it.
7. Meanwhile, prepare the beans: Add the beans to a stockpot, add water to cover and bring to a boil, turn off heat and let sit for an hour. Drain beans, then add twice as much water as you have beans (I’ve estimated at 4 cups, but it might be more). Add the garlic cloves and sage leaves. Bring to a boil, cover and reduce to a low simmer for about an hour, until the beans are just barely cooked through. Don’t over cook them or they’ll be mushy.
8. Drain the beans and taste for seasoning (salt and pepper). You’ll find these need more salt than you think. Pour the beans into the lamb stew pot and gently stir. Cover and bake another 15 minutes, until the mixture is warmed through. Remove any of the bones that have loosened completely and discard.
9. Pour the stew out onto (or into) a large heated platter or bowl and sprinkle top with the raw garlic and the chopped parsley.

A year ago: Chewy-Crispy Choc Chip Cookies
Two years ago: Pork Tenderloin with Figs & Port Wine

Posted in Salads, Veggies/sides, on April 19th, 2010.

This is a kind of a salad. Well, or a side dish. What do you call a pasta dish that’s served at room temperature? In any case, this was a very easy one to make and had lovely fragrances (saffron and basil). I think the clipping I have is from an ancient Gourmet article, but I’m not sure. I’ve changed it some anyway. Not a lot, but a little. And the best part is that you can make this ahead. We were entertaining the night before Easter, and I needed to take a carb for Easter dinner too. So I made a big portion and divided it in half. Just remember to add the garnishes (almonds, green onions and basil) just before serving. I had some extra fresh squeeze orange juice, so I drizzled that into the salad just before serving.
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Orzo with Dried Cherries and Almonds

Recipe By: Adapted from a recipe in Gourmet
Serving Size: 4
NOTES: If you squeeze extra orange juice, save it until just before serving and drizzle it over the pasta. It gives it a new little jolt of flavor. And if you make this as a part of a large dinner, it will serve more than 4 people.

1 cup orzo
1/4 teaspoon saffron threads — crumbled
2 teaspoons orange zest
2 tablespoons fresh orange juice
3 tablespoons olive oil
1/3 cup dried cherries
2 tablespoons slivered almonds — toasted
2 whole green onion — sliced thin diagonally
1/2 cup fresh basil — minced

1. In a saucepan, boil the orzo in 6 cups boiling water with the saffron for 8 minutes, or until the pasta is al dente. Drain it and rinse under cold water.
2. In a bowl stir together the zest, orange juice and salt to taste, adding the oil in a stream, whisking, and whisk until it is emulsified.
3. In a bowl toss the orzo (drained well), with the dressing, the cherries and half of the green onions. Just before serving garnish with almonds and the extra scallion. Serve the orzo at room temperature.
Per Serving: 320 Calories; 13g Fat (37.1% calories from fat); 7g Protein; 44g Carbohydrate; 2g Dietary Fiber; 0mg Cholesterol; 7mg Sodium.

A year ago: Pork Tenderloin with Pears and Mustard and Port Wine Sauce
Two years ago: Coffee Walnut Cookies

Posted in Pork, on April 17th, 2010.

Oh my, was this ever sensational. If you’re a regular reader of this blog, then you’ll understand when I say this recipe is going onto my Carolyn’s Favs list. I’ve posted about 550+ recipes here on this blog – to date – and I have a list of about – oh, 40-50 of them that rank as 5-star, or blue ribbon worthy, or whatever superlative you’d like to use. This one, and it’s a simple one at that, is going onto the list.

This was the entree I served to friends who came to dinner a couple of nights before we left on this last 2-week trip. It starts with a pork tenderloin. Our Costco carries tenderloins and I usually bring them home, open up the package and seal them individually and freeze them. There were 5 of us for dinner that night, and two tenderloins were just enough.

Here’s another photo – I sliced the meat, a little bit on the diagonal, then pounded the pieces a little. Pork tenderloin is a very lean and soft piece of meat to begin with, so it took only a couple of flat pounds for each piece. Don’t make it super-thin, just thinner. Each tenderloin was cut into 6 slices (above) and pounded.

The sauce was SO simple. Since the pork did have to be cooked just before guests were served, I got everything all ready ahead of time – for the sauce – so once I cooked the meat I could make the sauce in a jiffy. Then it’s garnished with the sliced green onion. Everybody raved about this dish, me included. It had been in my to-try file since 2007 (Bon Appetit). I’m so glad I did. The only caution is about the red chili sauce – if you’re at all sensitive about spice-heat, reduce the amount. When I made it, I adjusted down the amount (to the tablespoon listed below) so it’s really spicy if you were to use the full amount. Taste as you go – that would be best!
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Pork Medallions with Chili-Maple Sauce

Recipe By: Bon Appétit | April 2007
Serving Size: 3

NOTES: Be sure to reduce down the chicken broth until it’s started to thicken. Otherwise it’s too watery. And be careful about the amount of chili-sauce you use – it’s hot. Add it sparingly until it suits your taste.

12 ounces pork tenderloin
1/2 teaspoon Chinese five spice powder
1 tablespoon vegetable oil
3/4 cup low-sodium chicken broth
1 1/2 tablespoons maple syrup — (the real stuff)
1 tablespoon chili-garlic sauce
1 whole green onion — chopped

1. Cut tenderloin crosswise into 6 slices. Using meat mallet, pound medallions between 2 sheets of plastic wrap to 1/2-inch thickness (this doesn’t take all that many swings with the flat mallet). Sprinkle with salt, pepper, and five-spice powder.
2. Heat oil in large skillet over high heat. Add pork; cook until brown and cooked through, about 3 minutes per side. Transfer to platter. Add next 3 ingredients to skillet. Boil until reduced to scant 1/4 cup, about 2 minutes. Pour sauce over pork; sprinkle with green onion.
Per Serving: 212 Calories; 9g Fat (37.4% calories from fat); 27g Protein; 8g Carbohydrate; trace Dietary Fiber; 74mg Cholesterol; 193mg Sodium.

A year ago: Blueberry Lemon Drop
Two years ago: Sopa de Calabacitas (a Southwestern style vegetable soup)

Posted in Travel, on April 16th, 2010.

The other day I posted a quick story about our one night at the Bellagio in Las Vegas. About getting upgraded, big time, to a gorgeous suite. But I didn’t include any photos. Here you go:

That’s half of the living room. The other half included a large credenza and a very large HDTV. Behind me was a guest half bath and a large entryway. And the room had automatic drapes (two sets, the sheers showing here) and attractive heavy ones over that to black out the room.

There’s the bedroom – large, roomy. Dave was just swinging my suitcase up on the luggage rack for me. This room had another large TV, and TWO bathrooms, a his and hers. Plus a large closet. The large windows were off to the left with another set of the push-button sheers and heavy blackout drapes. We left them open all night. We had dinner at Todd English’s Olives there in the Bellagio. I orderd steak (very pricey) and the rapini on the side was raw. Not good. I should have complained. Dave ordered crab-stuffed arctic char with an asparagus risotto. And we shared a really delicious Caesar salad. It was exceptional.

We considered having breakfast delivered to the room, but decided instead that we’d walk to one of the restaurants in the hotel. Good choice. The eggs Benedict were superb, we thought. The waitress was a delight and gave us good advice about the menu. Good coffee too. Then we were off after leisurely packing. We weren’t even there quite 24 hours, but it was lovely. Except for my side of the bed. This room supposedly goes for $450 a night (I think). If we’d paid $450 I’d have complained – on the far side there was a huge big butt-dent in the mattress. It was bad enough that I had to use a pillow on the outside edge to keep me from nearly rolling out of the bed. I let the check-out folks know about it. But other than that, the stay was superb. Here’s a photo of the view out our window:

So now we’re in Palm Desert, at our 2nd home there. We rented our house for 3 months, and the nice couple (who also rented from us last year) just left, so we’re going to try to get in a bit of time here before it gets too hot. We had to replace one of the two air conditioners here, so that just got done yesterday. Only $3300. Sigh.  And that was the smaller of the two systems. When the 2nd one goes, it’ll be even more! We’re driving home this evening after dinner (when the traffic has slowed down). We’ve had a great trip. But, you know, it’s always good to get home. I have some great recipes to share (from a dinner I did just before we left home) so look for recipes starting tomorrow.

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A year ago: Glover’s Mixture (a beef skillet dish)

Two years ago: Warm Honey Gingerbread

Posted in Travel, on April 15th, 2010.

We spent a night in Flagstaff, just because it was on the way between Sedona and Grand Canyon. Staying at the available hotels in Grand Canyon didn’t appeal. I’d wanted to stay at the El Tovar, but it was totally booked.  So we stayed in a small cottage in Flagstaff – it was a complete little home (Comfi Cottages, in case you’re interested). Dinner that night, in Flagstaff, was at Brix – great meal from beginning to end. If you ever find yourself in Flagstaff, seek it out. We didn’t feel like buying breakfast food to cook in, so drove north. We ended up having breakfast at the El Tovar in the Park – and were very disappointed. We had a sullen waitress who kind of spoiled the mood. The restaurant is dark (as the entire hotel is, since it’s constructed of dark painted logs) and very expensive. Now I have no desire to stay there. But the scenery? Gorgeous. See below.

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Posted in Travel, on April 14th, 2010.

Streams speak to me. The rushing sound of water over rocks, just the movement as the water quietly propels itself down. Out. Over. Under. Wider. Narrower. Bubbling. Burbling. Gushing. Quietly pondering. The stream-speaking thing dates back to my childhood when my family went camping (tent type) for our annual summer vacations in the California Sierra Mountains. Often we set up the tent within a dozen feet of a stream, and it lulled me to sleep at night and gently awakened me in the mornings. Often I would grab a book and take a walk – some location where I could read peacefully and listen to the water.

I feel like I’m in contact with God when I have the ability to sit in silence by a stream and open my ears to God talking to me. I wish I could say I made time to do that on this trip – at this place. No. If I’d asked Dave if he’d mind sitting in the car reading, he’d probably have said sure. I didn’t think to do it then, but as I look at the photo, I wish I had. Even for just a few minutes. My DH has no affinity for the sounds of rivers or streams. He’s a sailor, so only the sound of the ocean sends him off to another sphere. He’d tell you about how he comes face-to-face with God every time he sails at night, when he’s sailing to Catalina island and as he watches the waves, is blinded by the brightness of the night stars and the moon, he knows there’s a God and that he’s watching over him. The little bobbing boat out in the middle of the ocean. As he words it, he knows then that God makes the water blue and the grass green. And that he (God) is in charge.

Back to Arizona . . . after we left Sedona, we drove north through Oak Creek Canyon. I posted a photo I took with my iphone when we reached the northern edge of this canyon. If you’ve never been to Oak Creek, you’ve missed some awesome beauty. In the summer the river is fully enclosed in leafy trees, and it’s harder to see the river.

Way back a long time ago I stayed at a rustic resort in Oak Creek Canyon – we drove into it on this trip but the sign warned visitors that you needed to be a guest to drive on through, so we didn’t continue. But in order to reach Garland’s Oak Creek Lodge, you have to ford the river (or stream, depending on the time of year). My DH was petrified when we crossed over – I was driving, you see – he worried that the water level was too high. But having been there before, I knew that lots of people, without SUVs surely had forded the stream without a problem. The water was about 10-12 inches deep, I would guess, at the deepest. The river bed is lined in cement so there’s no chance of getting stuck. The photo below was taken just before we  made the return trip. FYI: if you ever want to go there, reserve well in advance (it was mostly full the days we wanted to be here, so we stayed at another place instead). The resort is made up of a bunch of adorable, but rustic cabins. A couple of them very close to the creek. And if you stay at Garland’s, dinner and breakfast are included.

Garland’s Oak Creek Lodge
8067 N State Route 89A
Sedona, AZ 86336-9696 (located several miles up highway 89A from Sedona, very secluded)

Where we stayed, near Sedona:
Canyon Villa B&B
40 Canyon Circle Dr
Sedona, AZ 86351 (in the Village of Oak Creek, south of Sedona)
The Canyon Villa is a modern B&B, with gorgeous views of the red rocks of Sedona. It’s lovely, and the owners are very gracious. The rooms are beautiful. Romantic. Canyon Villa is not in the busy, touristy part of town. We drove through that part, but didn’t stop except to see another resort (read below).  There are plenty of good restaurants in town. Trails to hike upon. And Navajo rug stores. And trinket shops with questionable “authentic” Indian jewelry. But it’s peaceful there. The stars are close enough you think you can touch them. We had dinner one night at Fork in the Road. I didn’t take any photos, but I’d highly recommend it. Not cheap. But delicious food.

There’s also another gorgeous place to stay in Sedona. I’ve never stayed there, but an email from Gloria, a new reader of my blog, told me we just had to stop there. L’Auberge de Sedona is within close walking distance of downtown Sedona, but you’d hardly know it since it’s down below town, right on the river’s edge. It’s lush. Expensive. But breathtakingly beautiful.

We’d just had breakfast at our B&B, otherwise we’d have taken my reader’s advice and enjoyed breakfast within a few feet of the rushing stream. I took several pictures there, but these two are representative of the beauty. Just behind where I was standing (the photo below) are numerous wrought-iron tables for dining.

The resort has cabins and rooms, plus first class dining. It would be very nice to stay here. I don’t think I’d ever leave, but rest most hours in that chair with my book at hand. And I’d allow God to speak to me.

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A year ago: Bittersweet Choc Chip Cookies
Two years ago: Chicken Breasts with Spinach and Gorgonzola

Posted in Uncategorized, on April 13th, 2010.

You’ve heard of serendipity, right? It’s when you’re standing in line at the Bellagio Hotel and a roaming manager beckons you to a new line. He asks how long we’re staying – one night I said – he said is that your husband standing over there [with our luggage]? Yes, I said. Dave was wearing shorts so his artificial legs are quite obvious. He said his mother is a double amputee too and he’d like to upgrade us to a suite.

Oh my goodness was it ever gorgeous! A living room, a bedroom, two bathrooms in the bedroom (a his and hers) AND a guest half bath that we didn’t use. On the 33rd floor requiring us to use a different keyed elevator. A view toward the east and unlimited viewings of the famous water show.

We had a lovely dinner last night and now it’s time to pack up and leave. I’ll have more photos hopefully tomorrow including a couple of the room. Meanwhile below is a photo I took in the gardens here at the hotel a few minutes ago. Oh yes, part of the suite upgrade was a “line card” that entitled us to go to the head of the line in the two breakfast restaurants. THAT was very nice.

Posted in Uncategorized, on April 10th, 2010.

Yesterday was such a pretty day in Northern Arizona. We drove through Oak Creek Canyon and stopped at a viewpoint that looked south.

Posted in Uncategorized, on April 9th, 2010.

sedona rock1

One of the more scenic rocks just south of Sedona. We’re staying in a really nice B&B in the Village of Oak Creek. We sat out around the pool for much of yesterday afternoon, enjoying the lovely weather . . . and the view. Reading and glancing up at that mountain, plus the one below.

sedona rock 2

All we had to do was turn our heads slightly to look at both. The colors are more brilliant than the photo shows. Seems kind of incongruous, I think, these two stark mountains. And the pool. We did drive into downtown Sedona, but it’s such a tourist trap, we didn’t even get out of the car.

Today we’re off for points north. I don’t think I have wi-fi where we’re staying tonight, so I may not post tomorrow. Maybe I’ll try my iphone app and see if I can post from it!

Posted in Travel, on April 8th, 2010.

Certainly I knew about Frank Lloyd Wright, the famous American architect. And have, all my life, admired some of the homes he designed. There’s one in Pasadena, I believe, but it’s privately owned. Most of his early life he lived near Oak Park, Illinois. And several homes there were designed by him.

But it wasn’t until I read the book, Loving Frank: A Novel, that I learned more about his life. I wrote about it here on my blog at the time. The book is a history of his love affair with Mamah Cheney. Considering the time (around 1905) it must have been titillating conversation amongst all of the upper crust society. Wright was married and the father of several children. Cheney, also married, had two young children at the time, and she basically abandoned them to be with Wright. The two of them lived together in Europe for awhile, then they returned to the Illinois area and eventually moved to the hinterlands in Wisconsin because it was private and was fenced to keep out tourists and curiosity-seekers. Unfortunately, in the middle of building Taliesin (the one in Wisconsin) there was an horrific fire and murders – in which Mamah and her two children were murdered along with 5 others, by a deranged employee (a kind of butler, or handyman). Wright was devastated, but he never lived long without a woman beside him. He and Mamah were never married, but he did eventually divorce his first wife, Catherine. He married again, was divorced within a short time, and married for the 3rd time to Olgivanna (his last) in 1928. They were married for 31 years.

Suffering from lung issues, he was advised to move to warmer climates, so he began looking, and settled on a large piece of property outside Phoenix, east of Scottsdale. It was several hundred acres, far from civilization at the time (this was the late 1930’s), without power and water as well.

Taliesin (pronounced tal-ee-ess-in, from a Welsh word – Wright was half Welsh) West started out (and still is) an architectural school where Wright convinced promising young students to help him build a magnificent home. He utilized many ideas that were ones he’d mulled in his mind for most of his life. With his apprentices working by day – remember, no electricity –  the home was visualized and constructed over the course of many years. It was mostly open to the air, year ‘round (since his death in 1959 air conditioning was installed). He utilized a kind of white canvas as a roof, which provided diffused light and cover. The main living room has the canvas covers (but has some kind of clear roofing over it) which did provide a warm, soft light.

The house had spacious living areas, all utilizing quartzite stone and cement, redwood (which all had to be replaced eventually since redwood does not survive in dry climates). The bedrooms were quite small. There were two theaters, and a huge workroom that is still used for the current architecture students (we saw most of them working when we visited). Wright’s old Steinway piano still sits in the living room (and one of the people on our tour actually sat down and played it, which was very special). The home is very much lived-in. The architecture students have their own little cabin type rooms that dot the landscape – all of these small utilitarian structures were designed and built by students, over the years. Each one is unique. There is a communal dining room (large) and kitchen (where cooking duties are shared by the students on a rotating basis). Wright’s office, a separate structure, was the first room we visited and the guide gave us a good overview of Wright’s life and the kind of work he did there. Almost all of Taliesin West is built on a triangular design – with roof lines that matched the nearby mountain peaks. Everything about Wright’s designs there incorporate nature, the soil, the rocks, with particular attention paid to enhancing the views (which are magnificent from the home).

flw collage

Photos, clockwise from top left: the main view of Taliesin from one end of the long building (notice the unusual shapes to the roofline); A pond just outside the back of the living quarters; the view from the breezeway that separates the main living quarters on the left and the communal dining room, kitchen and the workrooms toward the right; one of the many petro glyphs unearthed during the construction of Taliesin.

Photographs aren’t permitted in the living room and bedrooms, so I snapped some photos around the grounds, which you can see above. flw sculpture 375

Photo at right is a sculpture on the grounds (not Wright’s work, but done by a full-time artist-in-residence sculptor at Taliesin.) Our guide was superlative at giving us an in-depth explanation about the man and his life. Very impressive, I thought. During the tour itself the guide did not mention Mamah Cheney, but when someone asked where Wright is buried, she told the story. (And by the way, the book, Loving Frank, was not apparent anywhere in the Taliesin bookstore.) What was interesting, is that after Wright died in 1959, his request was that he be buried next to Mamah Cheney (remember, he had been married for more than 30 years to Olgivanna) in Illinois. And he was. BUT, some time later when Olgivanna was very old (and living at Taliesin) and in failing health, she told her minions to unearth Frank Lloyd Wright from his grave in Illinois and bring his body to Arizona. Nobody was consulted, and it sounded like the act was done in dark of night within hours of Olgivanna’s request. Following her death, at her request, their bodies were both cremated, the ashes comingled and the ashes were buried in some unknown place at Taliesin West. Our guide said that she thought someone knew (someone who is part of the Frank Lloyd Wright Foundation, the entity that runs both Taliesins and the architectural school), but it’s kept top secret.

It was a fascinating tour, but even more so because I’d read the book about Wright and Mamah Cheney. I’d highly recommend you do so also, and then go visit one or more of Wright’s homes or buildings. And if you’re ever in the Scottsdale area, you should visit Taliesin West.

A year ago: Margaritas
Two years ago: Chocolate Chunk Cookies with Dried Cherries and Oatmeal

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