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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. 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):

Music of Bees, Eileen Garvin. Absolutely charming book about a woman in midlife, lonely, who raises bees, also makes unlikely friends. Heart-warming and very interesting about beekeeping.

A Postcard from Paris, Alex Brown. Really cute story. Dual time line, 1940s and present day about renovating an old apartment in Paris, things discovered.

Time of the Child, Niall Williams. Oh such a good book. Very small village in Ireland, 1960s. A baby is left on the doorstep. The town all whispers and helps. I listened to an interview of the author, which made me like him and his books even more.

Sipsworth, Simon Van Booy. If you like animals you’ll swoon. An old woman who really wants to die finds a tiny mouse in her house and befriends it and finds a reason to live. Utterly charming book.

The Forger’s Spell, Edward Dolnick. True story. For seven years a no-account painter named Han van Meegeren managed to pass off his paintings as those of Johannes Vermeer.

If You Lived Here, You’d be Home by Now, Christopher Ingraham. Could hardly put it down – about a journalist who takes on a challenge to move to small town in Minnesota and write about it. He expects to hate it and the people and place, but he doesn’t. Absolutely wonderful true story.

The River We Remember, William Kent Kreuger. 1950s, Minnesota. A murder and the aftermath. Could hardly put it down. Kreuger has such a vivid imagination and writing style.

How the Lights Gets In, Joyce Maynard. An older woman returns to New Hampshire to help care for her brain-injured son. Siblings and family, lots of angst and resentments.

The Filling Station, Vanessa Miller. Every American should read this book. A novelized retelling of the Tulsa massacre in 1921. Absolutely riveting.

The Story She Left Behind, Patti Callahan Henry. Love this author. Based on a true story. A famous author simply vanishes, leaving her husband and daughter behind. She had invented a mystical language no one could translate. Present day, someone thinks he’s solved the riddle, contacts the family. Really interesting read.

The Girl from Berlin, Ronald Balson. Love anything about Tuscany. An elderly woman is being evicted from a villa there, with odd deed provenance. Two young folks go there to help unravel the mystery. Loved it.

The Island of the Colorblind, Oliver Sacks, M.D. Nonfiction. The dr is intrigued by a remote Pacific island where most of the inhabitants are colorblind. He also unravels a mystery on Guam of people born with a strange neurological problem. Medical mysteries unveiled. Very interesting.

The Bookbinder, Pip Williams. Post 1914 London. Two sisters work at a bookbindery. They’re told to not read the books. One does and one doesn’t. One has visions beyond her narrow world; the other does not. Eventually the one gets into Oxford. Lovely story.

The Paris Express, Emma Donoghue. 1895 on a train to Paris, a disaster happens. You’ll delve into the lives of many people who survived and died in the crash.

A Race to the Bottom of Crazy, Richard Grant. This is about Arizona. Author, wife and child move back to Arizona where they once lived. Part memoir, research, and reporting in a quest to understand what makes Arizona such a confounding and irresistible place.

The Scarlet Thread, Francine Rivers. A woman’s life turned upside down when she discovers the handcrafted quilt and journal of her ancestor Mary Kathryn McMurray, a young woman who was uprooted from her home only to endure harsh frontier conditions on the Oregon Trail.

A Place to Hide, Ronald Balson. 1939 Amsterdam, an ambassador has the ability to save the lives of many Jewish children. Heartwarming.

Homeseeking, Karissa Chen. Two young Chinese teens are deeply in love, but in China. Then their families are separated. Jump to current day and the two meet again in Los Angeles.

North River, Pete Hammill. He always writes such a good story. A doctor works diligently healing people from all walks of life. His wife and daughter left him years before. One day his 3-yr old grandson arrives on his doorstep.

A Very Typical Family, Sierra Godfrey. A very messed-up family. Three adult children are given a home in Santa Cruz, Calif, but only if the siblings meet up and live in the house together. A very untypical scenario but makes for lots of messes.

Three Days in June, Anne Tyler. The usual Anne Tyler grit. Family angst. This wasn’t one of my favorites, but it was entertaining and very short.

Saved, Benjamin Hall. Author is a veteran war reporter. Ukraine, 2022, he nearly loses his life to a Russian strike. Riveting story – he survives, barely.

Grey Wolf, Louise Penny. Another Inspector Gamache mystery in Quebec. She is such an incredible mystery writer.

All the Colors of the Dark, Chris Whitaker. A missing person mystery, a serial killer thriller, a love story, a unique twist on each. Could hardly put it down.

Orbital, Samantha Harvey. Winner of 2024 Booker Prize. I don’t usually like those, but I heard the author interviewed and she hooked me. This is not a normal book with a beginning, a story and an end. It’s several chapters of the day in the life of various astronauts at the ISS (Int’l Space Station). All fictional. She’s been praised by several real astronauts for “getting it” about space station everyday life.

The Blue Hour, Paula Hawkins. An island off Scotland. Inaccessible except when the tide is out. Weird goings on. An artist. A present day mystery too.

Iron Lake, William Kent Krueger. A judge is murdered and a boy is missing. Riveting mystery.

Tell the Wolves I’m Home, Carol Ricks Brunt. 1980s. A 14-yr old girl loses her beloved uncle. Yet a new friendship arises, someone she never knew about.

Four Treasures of the Sky, Jenny Zhang. 1880s, a young girl is kidnapped in China and brought to the United States. She survives with many hurdles in the path.

The Boy Who Fell out of the Sky, Ken Dornstein. Memoir, 1988. The author’s brother died in the PanAm flight that went down in Lockerbie, Scotland. A decade later he tries to solve “the riddle of his older brother’s life.”

Worse Care Scenario, T.J. Newman. Oh my. Interesting analysis of what could/might happen if a jet crashed into a nuclear plant. Un-put-downable.

Song of the Lark, Willa Cather. Complicated weave of a story about a young woman in about 1900, who has a gifted voice (singing) and about her journey to success, not without its ups and downs.

Crow Talk, Eileen Garvin. Charming story which takes place at a remote lake in Washington State, about a few people who inhabit it, the friendships made, but also revolving around the rescue of a baby crow.

The Story Collector, Evie Woods. Sweet story about some dark secrets from an area in Ireland, a bit magical, faerie life, but solving a mystery too.

A Sea of Unspoken Things, Adrienne Young. A woman investigates her twin brother’s mysterious death. She goes to a small town in California to figure it out, to figure HIM out.

The King’s Messenger, Susanna Kearsley. 1600s England, King James. About one of his trusted “messengers,” and his relationship with a young woman also of “the court.” Lots of intrigue.

In the Shadow of the Greenbrier, Emily Matchar. Interesting mystery in/around the area of the famous resort in White Sulphur Springs, West Virginia.

Isola, Allegra Goodman. Hard to describe, survival story on an island in the 1600s.

Save the Date, Allison Raskin. Rom-com, witty, LOL funny. Clever.

The Sirens, Emilia Hart. Numerous time-lines, Australia. Mysteries abound, nightmares, abandoned baby, weird allergies.

Red Clay, Charles Fancher. LOVED this book. Mostly post-Civil War story about the lives of slaves in Alabama during Reconstruction.

Stars in an Italian Sky, Jill Santopolo. Dual time line, 1946 and recent time. Love stories and a mystery.

Battle Mountain, C.J. Box. Another one of Box’s riveting mysteries. Love his descriptions of the land.

Something Beautiful Happened, Yvette Corporon. A memoir of sorts in Greece, tiny island of Erikousa, where the locals hid Jews during WWII. All elusive stories told by the author’s grandmother.

The Jackal’s Mistress, Chris Bohjalian. 1860s Virginia, about a woman who saves the life of a Union soldier. Really good story.

Song of the Magpie, Louise Mayberry. Really interesting story about Australia back in the days when it was mostly a penal colony. Gritty strength of a woman trying to thrive with her farm.

The Boomerang, Robert Bailey. A thriller that will have you gripping the book. About a lot of secrets surrounding the president (fictional novel, remember) and his chief of staff and about cancer. A cure. Such a good story.

Care and Feeding, Laurie Woolever. Really interesting memoir of a woman driven to succeed in the restaurant business. She worked for Mario Batali and then Anthony Bourdain. Gritty stories.

Everything is Tuberculosis, John Green. Maybe not a book for everyone. A real deep dive into the deadly tuberculosis infection, its history. I heard the author interviewed and found the book very interesting.

The Book Lovers Library, Madeline Martin. Fascinating read about Boots’ drug stores’ lending library. And the people who worked in them.

The Arrivals, Meg Mitchell Moore. LOL funny, about a middle-aged couple whose children (and their various family members) return to the family home and the chaos that ensues.

My Life as a Silent Movie, Jesse Lee Kercheval. About grief. A big move to Paris, finding herself a new life with a new set of real blood family.

Escape, Carolyn Jessop. Another memoir about a woman really in bondage in Utah, Mormon plural marriage.

 

Tasting Spoons

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

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Posted in Uncategorized, on April 7th, 2010.

Can you tell we’re on a trip? We left on Monday, but I just plain refused to pay $12.95 a day for internet service at our Marriott hotel in Scottsdale. Really, I should set up my iphone so I could post from it. It’s do-able, but I haven’t bothered to set it up. So I’ve been offline for a couple of days. Time for us to unwind.

The above picture was taken just inside the Arizona border with the beginnings of the desert mountains. It was a beautiful day, as it’s been every day since we left home. It was hot in the Phoenix area (low 80’s).

We took a tour of the Frank Lloyd Wright home, Taliesin West, yesterday, and I’ll write up a separate post about that, probably tomorrow. We ate some terrific meals in Scottsdale, which I’ll also write up eventually. Now we’re in Sedona and I’m online for free here at the lovely B&B where we’re staying. More on that later, too. Meanwhile, I’m going out by the pool to read. 🙂

A year ago: Rice with Pecans, Garlic and Spinach

Two years ago: Chicken Breasts with Bacon & Mushrooms

Posted in Appetizers, on April 6th, 2010.

So I read about an appetizer on somebody else’s blog, and it got my mind to thinking. About a cheese torte that I’ve made numerous times. It was called Provolone Pesto Torte. Very yummy, but kind of a pain to make. Then when I read this recipe online I thought I could change that recipe and make it like that torte, but so much easier! I didn’t have any grated Provolone, so I used Parmigiano-Reggiano instead. I didn’t have any cream cheese, but I had goat. And I had the garlic. Hence this appetizer which is VERY easy.

In the photos below – left to right – the goat, Parmigiano and a garlic clove; then it’s slathered onto an attractive serving plate (mine was about 8-9 inches in diameter). Then it was spread with the Trader Joe’s pesto. That was cinchy easy. And the toasted pine nuts went on top. The finished appetizer at top is the result.

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Goat Cheese Pesto Appetizer

Serving Size: 8

8 ounces goat cheese — warmed to room temp
1/2 cup Parmigiano-Reggiano cheese — grated
1 clove garlic — mashed, minced
About 2 tablespoons milk
3 tablespoons pesto sauce — (your own or buy it)
1/2 cup pine nuts — lightly toasted

1. Combine in a bowl the crumbled goat cheese, the Parmigiano and the garlic. Add milk just until it’s a spreading consistency. Stir thoroughly. Spread it to about 1/4 inch thickness on a serving platter.
2. Spread the pesto on top of the cheese, then sprinkle with toasted pine nuts.
3. Serve with crackers or toasted baguette slices.
Per Serving: 228 Calories; 19g Fat (72.0% calories from fat); 14g Protein; 3g Carbohydrate; trace Dietary Fiber; 35mg Cholesterol; 230mg Sodium.

A year ago: Pear Martini
Two years ago: Pork Tenderloin with Lemon Herb Pesto & Sherry

Posted in Beef, on April 5th, 2010.

Did you know that Trader Joe’s now carries fresh little, baby slider buns and matching little slider-size hamburgers? They come 8 in each container. Our grandkids wanted hamburgers, if you’ll recall, last week. I got these and they doctored them up to suit themselves. Ever so cute.

Posted in Uncategorized, on April 4th, 2010.

In memory of my friend, Norma

She received a transplanted lung about 6 years ago
because she had pulmonary fibrosis, a fatal lung disease that chooses randomly.

She developed very serious skin cancers because of a particular anti-rejection drug that she had to take, and the radiation damaged her salivary glands. That’s why I prepared lots of soft  foods for her – puddings and smooth things that she could swallow.

She’d been able to attend our last book group meeting about 2 1/2 weeks ago. She thought she was coming down with a cold. Little did we know it would be the last time we’d see her. I saw her very briefly a week later when I delivered some cooked apples to her, just a few hours before her husband Mike rushed her to the hospital because she couldn’t breathe. She’d developed pneumonia and had a fungal infection (a common problem for lung transplants) in her lung. The doctors tried, but then everything started to go wrong. She fought a valiant fight.

She was a dear friend.

Posted in Pasta, Salads, Veggies/sides, on April 3rd, 2010.

Just yesterday I mentioned that I have a bunch of posts for which I need to take my own photos. I’m ticking them off my list one by one. This pasta dish is a favorite. Not only because it is fabulous tasting, but it’s also incredibly EASY. The photo above shows, probably, a bit more basil than is realistic. I posted this recipe way back in 2007 and haven’t talked about it since. Have made it a time or two (but forgot I needed to take pictures of it). So that got rectified the other night. We had this with hamburgers – delicious.

pasta tom cr sauce mix collage

The photo just above is the sauce. The one on the left is the just mixed sauce. Once it sits for awhile (and you stir it a time or two) the cheese begins to blend into the tomatoes as in the right photo. This sauce is nothing more than a chunk of cream cheese, canned tomatoes, fresh garlic, red wine vinegar, olive oil, slices of fresh basil and freshly grated Parmesan cheese. You make the sauce and let it sit out at room temp (the health police will be after me, but this is the way it was made for me the first time and nothing’s ever happened to me in the dozen or so times since then that I’ve made this). It can sit for several hours. Then you make pasta (preferably penne) and pile it in on top of the sauce, stir, add more basil and the grated cheese. That’s IT. Takes about 5 minutes to make the sauce. 10-12 minutes of boiling the pasta and you’re done. Trust me on this one, okay? I’m not going to re-insert the whole recipe here – go look at the 2007 post about it.

A year ago: Spanish Pork Braise (a soup)
Two years ago: Pork Tenderloin with Maple Mustard Glaze/Sauce

Posted in Beef, on April 2nd, 2010.

Back about 2 1/2 years ago I was laid up with a fractured foot, and during that time I continued to blog, but I couldn’t walk at all, so spent most of my time in a wheelchair, while my DH (a very Dear Husband he was during that time, taking care of everything and me as well) prepared simple meals for us. But because he wasn’t cooking anything but plain fare – nothing I could post here, I did post recipes from my collection. But none with photos. And even though I’ve made most of those dishes in the interim, I’d forgotten I needed a new photo. So, I’m trying to fix that. Hence, because our grandchildren, Taylor and Logan, wanted hamburgers, we bought mini-burgers so they could have some sliders, and us adults would have the more gourmet type.

These have been part of my cooking repertoire for about 35 years. They’re originally a Julia Child recipe, with a high falutin’ French name. They’re French because they contain some cooked onion and dry thyme, and are cooked something like a Salisbury steak would be, and then they have a delicious wine/butter sauce poured on top. The sauce is absolutely what makes it.

french hamburgers collage

First you finely mince an onion and cook it gently in butter, that’s added to ground beef, with an egg, thyme, salt, pepper, and more butter. They’re shaped into thick patties and chilled. Then they’re dunked in flour and pan fried until just cooked through. They’re kind of like a patty-sized meatloaf. The sauce is just wine and butter. The type of wine you use makes a  difference. I used to make it with red wine, but settled finally on dry sherry after that. I read online that somebody else swears by vermouth for the sauce. So, you see, you can make it your own. Or use good beef broth. This time I used 10-year old Madeira wine. Just don’t boil the finished sauce as the butter will break down. It’s merely melted in the hot-hot wine.

So, now I have a new photo for this, and will add it to the old post I did of these burgers in 2007. In either case, if you haven’t made this, you should. They’re even fancy enough to serve to company. Honest. I won’t repeat the recipe in this posting, just go to the old post if you’re interested.

A year ago:  Zucchini Tart
Two years ago: Tandoori Style Cauliflower

Posted in Uncategorized, on April 1st, 2010.

My mother was a real pie crust expert. I’ve told the story here before, about how, as a young girl, I’d watch her make them – the old fashioned type with Crisco and ice water. She’d roll it out, just so, and it was almost always perfectly, evenly thin. She’d manage to pick it up with her hands – because she had just the right amount of flour she’d sprinkled underneath – because my mother’s pie crust never stuck to the surface, you see – and she’d fold it twice, then place it perfectly centered in the pie plate. Unfolding it, she never had cracks. Ever. Having watched her do it dozens of times, I thought I could do it too. Wrong.

When I got old enough to try, I failed miserably. My crust was too thin in spots, too thick in others, with cracks all over everywhere. It was never the right shape – too wide in many spots and not wide enough in others. I over-handled it, so it was tough. It had cracks and holes that no amount of  small band-aid pastry on top could fix. I gave up.

My mother used to make a baked treat with the scraps. She and I shared it, maybe with a cup of Constant Comment tea (remember that stuff? they still make it) or hot chocolate. I have fond memories of that part.

But making pie crust?  No. Then 20 years later I tried making one in a food processor. I’d gone to a cooking class and learned to make pâte brisée (pronounced paht-brih-say). It was so EASY! With butter instead of Crisco. An a-ha moment. I managed. And I still do – using the food processor method – and cold butter.

After making a tart shell a week or so ago I had some scraps left over, and my mind immediately flashed back to my childhood, to making the scraps into a treat. With these scraps you see above, I made the pastry treat for myself, and had a nice mental conversation with my mother. All I did was roll it out into a thin circle; I spread the top with a little bit of softened butter, then sprinkled on some granulated sugar and cinnamon and nutmeg. And baked it for 10-15 minutes (about) until it was golden brown around the edges.

So, thanks to my mom, Fay, who’s in heaven making rhubarb pie for my dad, and peach pie for herself. With vanilla ice cream on top.

A year ago: Grilled Lemon Chicken

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