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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 easy, Soups, on June 2nd, 2015.

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Is it past soup season? My apologies for forgetting this recipe when it was still cold, and you wanted warmth in your tummy. And perhaps I’m the very last person on the planet who hadn’t ever HAD this soup. Oh my goodness, is it ever tasty! And it’s unbelievably easy too. I didn’t put all the trimmings on the soup when I took the photo – there should be cilantro and Fritos all over the top too.

My best friend Cherrie and her husband go camping (really, it’s glamping) a lot. They have a huge (long) 5th wheel that attaches to Bud’s BIG truck and they go up the coast of California, down the coast and inland too (and to Arizona for baseball spring training). Everywhere. And truly, theirs is big enough to live in. Cherrie is an immaculate housekeeper and the 5th wheel is always decorated as cute as a bug. They have several sets of friends and some relatives that they meet in these various places. And THIS is one of the gargantuan meals Cherrie now fixes for the gang. They usually take turns preparing dinner for everyone. Cherrie raved about it, so of course (and gave me a sample), so then I had to try this myself. Cherrie got the recipe from one of the other glamping couples.

Did I tell you this recipe is EASY? Yes, I did, but it bears repeating. This is SUPER EASY! Get out your slow cooker, friends. Make a huge batch and if you can’t eat it all now, freeze it in family-sized portions. The only thing you’ll have to do later is prepare the garnishes (of which there are a few).

It’s like a chili – you could use ground turkey – but the ground beef one was awfully good. You brown up the beef and onions, then pour everything into the crockpot (beans, tomatoes, corn, olives, chiles, taco seasoning AND, the surprise ingredient: a package of dried ranch salad dressing mix) and let it slow-cook for about 6 hours. Done. Meanwhile, prepare the toppings: grated Cheddar, sour cream (or yogurt if you prefer), Fritos, cilantro and avocado. That’s it. Put out bowls and have at it. My mouth is watering just writing up this post, and it’s been several months ago that I made it (small batch, all gone, none in freezer).

What’s GOOD: if it wasn’t extraordinarily tasty I wouldn’t be going on and on about it. It’s delicious. Really delicious. Tummy warming. And, it’s EASY. You could make it without meat, too – I bet it would be fine. I absolutely guarantee you’re going to hear “mmmmm’s” from everyone. I’m just sorry I don’t have any in the freezer, although it’s getting to be warmer weather and this is probably best in colder seasons.

What’s NOT: there’s no down side to this recipe. Make it.

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Slow Cooker Taco Soup

Recipe By: This one’s all over the internet, but this is
my friend Cherrie’s version.

Serving Size: 10

2 pounds ground beef — or ground turkey
1 large yellow onion — diced
30 ounces canned pinto beans — drained and rinsed
30 ounces canned kidney beans — drained and rinsed
15 ounces canned corn — drained
15 ounces canned tomatoes with green chiles — (Rotel)
15 ounces canned tomatoes
9 ounces diced green chiles
1 1/4 ounces Taco seasoning mix
1 1/8 ounces ranch-style dressing mix
GARNISHES:
Fritos (the small ones)
4 cups grated cheddar cheese
1 cup light sour cream — or Greek yogurt
1 whole avocado — diced
1/2 cup cilantro — chopped

1. Brown the meat and onions in a large skillet. Drain excess fat and transfer to slow cooker. Add beans, corn, tomatoes, green chiles, taco seasoning and ranch dressing mix.
2. Cook in slow cooker for 6-8 hours.
3. Into each serving bowl place some of the Fritos, then scoop about 2 cups of the soup on top. Serve all the garnishes in bowls for guests to take as they’d like.
Per Serving: 720 Calories; 44g Fat (54.0% calories from fat); 38g Protein; 46g Carbohydrate; 11g Dietary Fiber; 127mg Cholesterol; 1814mg Sodium.

Posted in Appetizers, Breads, easy, on May 28th, 2015.

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I thought I’d taken a photo of this when it was baked, but I guess I didn’t. This is one of those big monster loaves of bread, cut into little towers you pull off, with a mixture of pesto inside, then with oodles of mozzarella cheese all over it.

I was visiting with daughter Sara awhile back – I’d forgotten about posting this one – it was before I went on my April/May trip to Europe. Anyway, Sara invited all of her husband’s extended family over for a Sunday night dinner. I helped Sara some with preparations, and she handed me the ingredients for this, and said “go for it, Mom.”  I’d made one of these before, about 7-8 years ago, but it was a slightly different variation of the same – that older one with cream cheese and goat cheese, from an old friend, Karen. This one with mozzarella only. By far, this one was easier to make, but both were fabulous.

If you consider making this, please don’t look at the calories or fat, okay? Just know it’s probably not good for us, but it’s a treat. There were 4 children at Sara’s that day (ages 11-17) and they gobbled this up in no time flat. Most of the adults got a taste or two. Where I was sitting at Sara’s kitchen counter, it was put right in front of me, so I did get to sample more than some people did. I could have made a meal of it – in fact, after a few pieces I was almost full.

Sara bought the loaf of bread at Costco – a big, round loaf. You must buy an unsliced round loaf, then you slice it both directions in about 3/4 inch slices, but not down through the bottom crust, so it stays in place. I cut the bread too deep – it should have stood up a little bit better than it did, but hey, it made no-never-mind to the taste. You slather ready made pesto (Trader Joe’s and Costco both carry it now), then sprinkle shredded mozzarella all over it. Into an oven it goes, and once the mozzarella is fully melted, pull it out. Let it sit for a couple of minutes before serving as you could easily burn your mouth if it’s too hot. You’ll hear raves, I promise.

What’s GOOD: well, the taste! It’s delicious. The better the cheese you buy (like whole milk mozzarella, and/or mix in some provolone) the better it will taste. If you make your own pesto it’s probably better than store bought. But make it easy – buy ready made pesto, but don’t, please, buy already shredded mozzarella. You know the cheese producers put something on that so the cheese doesn’t clump. Whatever it is, it dilutes flavor, or else they don’t use very good cheese to begin with. So make it with good cheese.

What’s NOT: the only thing I can say is that the slicing and slathering is a little bit fussy, but it doesn’t take all that much time. It’s fairly straight forward and you’ll have it ready in about 10-15 minutes max. You can probably do it ahead and refrigerate it (covered) for an hour or two. It might not even need refrigeration if you made it 2 hours ahead. Don’t quote me – don’t sue me! There’s no mayo in this, so it shouldn’t be a problem.

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Bloomin’ Pesto Mozzarella Bread

Recipe By: My daughter Sara’s recipe
Serving Size: 6-8

1 loaf white bread — round, unsliced
1 cup pesto sauce — fresh (jarred, or make your own)
12 ounces mozzarella cheese — shredded
Kosher salt
Freshly ground black pepper

1. Preheat the oven to 350°. Line a baking sheet with aluminum foil or parchment paper.
2. Prepare the bread: Score the bread lengthwise as you would to slice the loaf into 1/2 to 3/4″ thick slices, but do not cut through the bottom. Turn the loaf a quarter turn, and slice the bread the other direction, but only slice it to about 1″ from the bottom. You’ll end up with a whole, round loaf of little towers or fingers of bread.
3. Use a spatula or butter knife to spread pesto in all the edges and crevices, down deep in the bread.
4. Sprinkle shredded mozzarella inside the all the nooks and crannies, pushing it in so that the cheese doesn’t melt off the edges/sides.
5. Transfer the loaf to the prepared baking sheet, and bake until the pesto is bubbly and the mozzarella is melted, 15 to 17 minutes. Serve warm.
Per Serving: 394 Calories; 33g Fat (74.4% calories from fat); 19g Protein; 6g Carbohydrate; 1g Dietary Fiber; 62mg Cholesterol; 533mg Sodium.

Posted in Lamb, on May 24th, 2015.

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My daughter in law, Karen, is a wonderful cook. More than once my DH and I have been at their home and she served these delicious lamb shanks. Last time she made it was a few weeks ago and I just couldn’t eat it because of my food poisoning (sorry to keep bringing that up, but it really did disrupt my eating style, big time, though I’m fully recovered now), but I did eat some of the gravy and rice she’d served alongside. It tasted wonderful, and she mentioned where the recipe had come from, so I made this myself.

Whenever I go researching for a recipe, I rarely, if ever go to the Joy of Cooking. In years past, I used to, because that was kind of the cookbook bible I had in my younger years, when I owned 10 cookbooks total. But now, I’ve got umpteen hundred cookbooks and I either search online, or I go to my recipe program and look at what recipes I’ve stored in my to-try file (it’s called Internet Recipes there). So, for whatever reason, as I was beginning to eat regular food again, this lamb recipe kept coming up in my head. I figured that it meant I really should make it (the dr. said don’t eat something unless you actually crave it). And I know that a lamb and rice diet is something lots of veterinarians say is easily digestible. So, I bought the ingredients and I made it.

Karen calls this Moroccan Lamb Shanks, but that’s not what the recipe is called in the cookbook, Joy of Cooking. It’s called Braised Lamb Shanks, but it contains a variety of mild Moroccan spices (cinnamon, allspice, cumin, coriander and harissa). And the recipe calls for carrots and winter squash. I decided not to add the winter squash to it, just because, but I used rainbow carrots, and I added celery, which wasn’t in the recipe. And it made a marvelous gravy – according to the recipe, the collagen in the bones helps thicken the braising liquid (chicken stock and white wine), and it does. Not a lot, but it makes a slightly thickened sauce that’s perfect over rice or mashed potatoes, which is what sounded good to me.

In the Joy cookbook, Rombauer has you bake the lamb shanks for 1 1/2 hours at 300°. I took the lazy woman’s approach and did the whole thing in my small slow cooker (actually it’s my risotto cooker that has a slow cooker function). It was perfect for making 2 lamb shanks, which was more than enough for me for 2-3 meals. So, in the recipe below, I’ve included a paragraph at the bottom with the instructions for making it in the slow cooker.

The prep work really took very little time – I browned the lamb shanks for awhile, removed them, sautéed the thinly sliced onions, added in the garlic at the last (I used ample) and the spices. Then you add the liquids, some tomato paste, heat that up, then add back in the lamb shanks. I set it to cook on the slow setting for about 6 hours. Twice I picked up the lid and turned the lamb shanks over, because they weren’t submerged in liquid, only up about halfway. Then I added the carrots and celery, and let that cook for about 45 minutes to an hour and it was ready to serve. At the very last you add in some fresh lemon juice, some harissa and the final dish is sprinkled with freshly chopped mint. Done. And it was every bit as good as I remembered. The gravy is a lovely medium-brown color and drizzles well over whatever carbs you might want to serve with this.

As for the lamb shanks, I happened to go to Sprouts to buy my ingredients (I don’t often shop there, but I figured they’d have lamb shanks) and sure-enough, they had some grass fed lamb shanks. They were on the smaller side, but perfect for me. Lamb shanks aren’t cheap food anymore – each small one was about $4.00. If you’re feeding hungry teenagers they’d have wanted 2 of these smaller ones. But with lots of veggies and carbs to go with it, you might be able to get away with just one per hungry person.

What’s GOOD: several things: (1) the flavoring/gravy is divine; (2) I did it in a slow cooker, so it was super-easy; (3) it’s good enough to serve to guests, even. Good enough reasons to try it? I’ll be making this again.

What’s NOT: really nothing at all – if you don’t want to use a slow cooker, just bake in the oven for 1 1/2 hours; otherwise, set this for 6 hours and then add the veggies and plan for another hour and it’s ready to serve.

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Braised Lamb Shanks with Carrots

Recipe By: Adapted slightly from Joy of Cooking
Serving Size: 4

1 teaspoon salt
1/2 teaspoon black pepper
2 tablespoons olive oil — to brown the lamb shanks
2 tablespoons olive oil — to brown the onions (and you may not need it)
2 large onions — halved and thinly sliced
2 tablespoons chopped garlic
1 teaspoon ground coriander
1 teaspoon ground cumin
1/2 teaspoon black pepper
1 Pinch ground cinnamon
1 Pinch ground allspice
2 cups chicken stock — or lamb stock or broth or water
1 cup dry white wine
1/8 cup tomato puree
2 cups carrots — sliced
2 cups winter squash — such as butternut or Hubbard, peeled and diced [I didn’t use this]
2 cups celery — chopped [not in original recipe]
2 tablespoons fresh lemon juice
2 tablespoons chopped fresh mint — or 2 tablespoons dried mint
1 teaspoon harissa — [original calls for double this amount]

1. Preheat the oven to 300°F. Trim most of the external fat from: lamb shanks. Season with salt and pepper.
2. Heat olive oil in large Dutch oven over high heat. Add shanks and brown on all sides, about 5 minutes. Remove the shanks and keep warm. Pour off the fat, then add additional olive oil, onions and garlic (at the last, so it doesn’t burn).
3. Reduce heat to medium, cover and cook, stirring often, until the onions are quite soft, then sprinkle with all the spices. Stir to coat the onions, then add stock, white wine and tomato puree.
4. Increase the heat and bring to a boil. Return lamb shanks to the pan, cover and bake until the meat is almost falling off the bone, 1-1 1/2 hours.
5. Add carrots and winter squash. Cover and bake until the vegetables are tender, about 15 minutes more.
6. Remove the meat and vegetables to a platter and cover with aluminum foil to keep warm. Skim off the fat from the surface of the sauce. Add lemon juice, mint and harissa. (The collagen in the bones should produce a velvety slightly thick sauce. If it’s not thick enough, you can reduce it further, but don’t season any further until you’ve done that.) Taste and adjust seasonings. Pour the sauce over the meat and vegetables. Serve with orzo, rice pilaf, braised lentils or white beans. [I served it with mashed potatoes in order to enjoy more of the flavorful sauce.] SLOW COOKER: Brown lamb shanks, remove, then add onions. Cook for 4-5 minutes until softened, then add garlic for about a minute. Add seasonings, then chicken broth and all the spices and tomato paste. Stir well. Bring mixture to a boil, add lamb shanks and place in slow cooker for about 6 hours on low. Add carrots (and celery, if using) and cook another hour or so until carrots are just fork tender. Add lemon juice, harissa and sprinkle with mint when serving.
Per Serving: 268 Calories; 14g Fat (54.2% calories from fat); 4g Protein; 23g Carbohydrate; 5g Dietary Fiber; 0mg Cholesterol; 1722mg Sodium.

Posted in Soups, on May 20th, 2015.

 

ginger_basil_turkey_meatball_soupHere it is, May, and in SoCal, it’s been downright cold. So soup was the order of the day.

Since returning from my trip, it’s taken me awhile to catch up on all the blogs I read. I hate to tell you how many. At least 50. And some of them post multiple times a day, like Food52 and AppAdvice. But Dorie Greenspan only posts once in awhile, and when I saw this recipe for soup, it just leaped out of the screen saying “fix me.” Dorie wrote this up in her Washington Post column. So, even though I wasn’t feeling good, or maybe it was really because I wasn’t feeling good (as I’m writing this, I’ve been down sick with a bad cold for about 5 days) anything soup + chicken (or turkey) sounded good to me.

It did require a trip to the grocery store – I needed numerous fresh veggies (I used fresh mushrooms, a bag of baby spinach, and a fresh bag/pack of broccoli, snow peas, and carrots). I also needed fresh ginger and  enough shallots to measure 1/2 cup. And, freshly ground turkey and riccotta cheese and Thai rice noodles. Plus fresh mint and fresh cilantro. Actually, that was a lot, but I made it a quick trip in and out.

First you make the meatballs – the ground turkey (the store didn’t have the dark turkey mix, only light), ricotta, ground ginger, fresh garlic (I probably used more than the recipe called for – isn’t garlic supposed to be good for a head cold?). Eggs are added to bind the mixture together, along with some bread crumbs, salt and pepper, fresh lemon zest and the shallots. Dorie recommended using a cookie scoop to make the meatballs because they’re sticky – they do require a little bit of light rolling in your palms to make them round and you drop them into the 10 cups of chicken broth. I used my Penzey’s soup base for the broth, and I also added a little dollop of the mushroom soup base I have in my refrigerator just because it’s full of flavor. I had to cook the meatballs in 2 batches, about 12-14 of them in each batch. They don’t want to touch or they might attach to each other. The broth is kept at a very low simmer, and the meatballs cook in about 10 minutes. Then they’re removed. The broth, at this point, is a bit cloudy from little tiny pieces of things from the meatballs. Dorie suggested you can strain it at this point. I didn’t. Too lazy. Meanwhile, I prepped all the veggies (the bag-packed mixed veggies needed some chopping, the box of crimini mushrooms sliced, the herbs minced). Meanwhile you soak some Thai rice noodles. This was the first time I’d used Thai rice noodles (she recommended Taste of Thai, which I found at the market). They’re soaked for 20 minutes in hot water, then cooked in a separate pot for 4 minutes before being added to the soup.

The only thing I’ll tell you about rice noodles is that they go from cooked just right to sludge in a matter of half a minute. So watch them carefully as you cook them for 4 minutes. Since the noodles are long, I chopped them some after soaking them (to make them mouth-manageable) and I didn’t use anywhere near as much as Dorie did – 8 ounces makes a lot of noodles. Fine for a family with carb-hungry children, but I didn’t want that much. I was in it for the meatballs and the vegetables! I’ve left the recipe below as-is, so you can decide if you want to use that much of the rice noodles.

The veggies are added in (carrots first if you want them to be mostly cooked through) and lastly the meatballs to just heat through. It all came together pretty easily. You serve it with ample fresh herbs (I used cilantro and mint), a drizzle of sesame oil (yum) and you can add some sriracha sauce too, and soy sauce if you’re so inclined. Do taste for seasonings – my soup needed more salt and pepper.

What’s GOOD: the word that comes to mind is FRESH. Loved all the veggies and the little drizzle of sesame oil at the end gave it a lovely hint of Asia. Choose veggies you like – carrots add nice color. The fresh herbs are a must – don’t NOT do that part as they impart lots of flavor. The meatballs are, well, turkey meatballs. Good. Not exactly exceptional, but good. Certainly this soup is super-healthy. The only fat in it is what might be in the chicken broth, the tiny bit in the ground turkey and the tiny jot of sesame oil at the end. Make sure your chicken broth is flavorful, otherwise it will be a bit ho-hum.

What’s NOT: nothing in particular. The meatballs take a little bit of time to make, but only about 15 minutes. If you buy ready-to-cook veggies, it’s pretty easy, really.

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Ginger, Cilantro and Garlic Turkey Meatball Soup

Recipe By: Dorie Greenspan’s recipe from her column in Washington Post, 2015
Serving Size: 6

2 1/2 quarts low sodium chicken broth
2 large eggs
1/2 cup ricotta cheese — (full fat) excess liquid drained
1/2 cup shallots — finely chopped, or onion, rinsed in cold water and patted dry
1/2 cup chopped fresh cilantro — or basil
1/4 cup bread crumbs — plain dried {I used fresh, whizzed in the food processor]
2 cloves garlic — finely chopped
1 teaspoon grated ginger root — peeled, grated
Finely grated zest of 1 lemon
1 teaspoon fine sea salt
1/2 teaspoon freshly ground black pepper
1 pound ground turkey — preferably organic (light or dark meat; may substitute chicken)
8 ounces rice noodles — (dried) such as Taste of Thai straight-cut thin rice noodles (you can opt to not use it all)
4 cups vegetables — sliced and/or shredded mixed vegetables, such as carrots, onions, broccoli, sugar snaps or snow peas, mushrooms, cabbage, mustard greens, kale and spinach
Kosher salt
Freshly ground black pepper
1/3 cup fresh herbs — chopped, such as cilantro, basil, parsley and/or mint, for serving Sriracha (optional)
Soy sauce (optional)
Toasted sesame oil to drizzle on top (optional)

1. For the meatballs: Bring the broth to a boil in a large pot over medium-high heat, then cover the pot and reduce the heat to medium-low while you put the meatball mixture together.
2. Use a fork to break up and lightly beat the eggs in a large bowl. Add the ricotta, shallots or onion, cilantro or basil, bread crumbs, garlic, ginger, lemon zest, salt and pepper, stirring to blend. Add the ground meat; use the fork and then your clean hands to turn and gently combine the mixture, which will be sticky.
3. Use a medium cookie scoop (one with a capacity of about 1 1/2 tablespoons) — my favorite tool for this — or a tablespoon measure to scoop out 24 to 30 portions. Roll them between your palms to shape into meatballs.
4. Uncover the pot of broth; drop in the meatballs, adjusting the heat as needed so the broth barely bubbles at the edges; cook for about 10 minutes, turning the meatballs over once, until cooked through. (Depending on the size of your pot, you might have to do this in batches.) Use a slotted spoon to transfer the meatballs to a large bowl. The meatballs sink to the bottom when first added; as they cook they rise to the top.
5. After the meatballs are done, the broth will be a little murky. If you’d like it to be clearer (I always do), line a strainer with dampened cheesecloth (or a triple layer of dampened paper towels) and pour the broth through. Rinse out the pot and return the broth to it.
6. For the soup: Put the rice noodles in a large bowl and cover them with very hot tap water. Soak for 20 minutes, replacing the water after 10 minutes.
7. Bring a large pot of water to a boil over high heat. Just before you’re ready to serve the soup, drop in the soaked noodles; cook until tender, about 4 minutes (but NOT any longer than that). Drain. (This step will help prevent the noodles from absorbing too much of the soup broth.)
8. Meanwhile, reheat the broth over medium-high heat; once it comes to a boil, reduce the heat to medium. Drop in the cooked meatballs; let them warm through for 5 minutes, then stir in the 4 cups of vegetables and cook for 5 minutes or until they are tender. (If you’re using carrots, they’ll remain slightly firm.) Taste, and season with salt and pepper as needed.
9. Divide the noodles among deep soup bowls. Ladle over the broth, meatballs and vegetables. Scatter the herbs on top, and, if you’d like, let everyone have a go at the Sriracha, soy sauce, toasted sesame oil or olive oil. Serve hot.
Per Serving: 422 Calories; 11g Fat (23.4% calories from fat); 37g Protein; 43g Carbohydrate; 1g Dietary Fiber; 141mg Cholesterol; 1381mg Sodium.

Posted in Travel, on May 18th, 2015.

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It seemed like any way one turned, there was beautiful scenery. That’s just the way it is in Switzerland. Especially in the spring when the grass has that unique hue that means brand new spring growth. Nothing like it.

When most people think of Gruyere, they think of the cheese. Which is one of my go-to cheeses when I want/need lots of flavor, but I don’t want Parmigiano-Reggiano. Gruyere cheese has a nuttiness about it, and it gives lots of depth of flavor not provided by most of the other cheeses of similar types. My friend Joanne, who lived in Geneva for a few years with her family, recommended to me (when I asked her about her favorite gruyere_hotel_viewplaces to visit in Switzerland) that we go/stay in Gruyere. I did research, and we ended up staying in a hotel that’s just off to the right in that picture above. When you enter Gruyere – the main city-town is down below in that valley, but this is the old town with its ubiquitous castle. I was standing on the castle grounds when I took the photo above. You drive up to the old town and there’s a little tiny parking lot there and if you look carefully there was a tiny little lane (another one of those do-not-enter things) telling us if we were staying at the Hotel de Gruyeres, enter here, to a small little private parking lot. The hotel was a sweet little place and just fine for our needs. Warm duvets and a nice breakfast.

we_4_gruyereWe walked up the short hill and onto the main cobblestoned street (in picture at left, closed to vehicles). It is an adorable village with lots of little shops.

I ended up buying a beautiful table runner in one of the shops on the left side. The owner designs her own fabrics, and if I could have, I’d have purchased 4-5 of them, but they were more than pricey, so one was fine! I just took photos of both of the table runners I purchased (one here in Gruyere, the other at Giverny in France) and I think I’ll write up a absinthe_swissseparate post about them since I’d like to use full-sized photos. Those of you who are interested in such things can see them better. At one of the stores they were selling absinthe (photo at right). I know we can buy it now, in some new form that isn’t a a poison, but here they offered it plain or with eggs (like egg nog?). Really? Uh, no, I didn’t buy any.

Anyway, we wandered all over the castle town, in and out of shops. Finally we got to the end of the street and walked up a rather steep grade to the castle entrance. For a nominal price we watched a video (with language translation via headphones) about the history of Gruyere, which was very interesting, then we walked through all the rooms of the castle and out the back side overlooking the valley, and the gardens. We had dinner in the town, at a cute little restaurant at the far end of the street. Cherrie and I shared an entrée of mac and cheese (yes, that’s what the menu said) with a salad. It didn’t agree with us at all and both of us got sick during the night or by morning. (This was not the food poisoning we got on our last day in Paris – this was just a 24-hour thing). In the morning Cherrie and I stayed in our rooms trying to recover while Joan and Darlene drove down into the town of Gruyere to see the cheese factory. Cherrie and I both needed rest for as long as we could. Once we got underway, I managed to drive (I don’t know how, other than I knew Joan really didn’t want to drive, and she was the only other authorized driver). swiss_mountain_roads

Some of the prettiest scenery we saw on the back roads. That was one of my main considerations as I plotted our trip plans for Switzerland, wending our way up hills, down into valleys, all with gorgeous vistas of the snow-capped mountains around us. That’s our rental car, a station wagon. It was a brand new Audi, and it was a dream to drive.

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Photo at right is one of the floors in the castle. Goodness, the hard work that went into creating that floor of equally sized, smooth stones, laid up on their edges, and in a very intricate pattern. Made me think about my favorite book I’ve ever read, The Pillars of the Earth by Ken Follett. It’s about the building of a cathedral in England, but it’s certainly similar to Medieval castles. We just loved Gruyere. The weather couldn’t have been more beautiful and the town itself oozes charm. If you’ve never been there, you should. Thank you, Joanne, for insisting that’s where we should go! A great destination. Not for any length of time – there isn’t much to do, but it’s a very quintessential European village high up in the Alps.

Posted in Miscellaneous, on May 16th, 2015.

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Don’t stick up your nose at the title of this – I know what you’re thinking – how could tartar sauce made with cottage cheese taste like anything? Well, I might have been in that camp, but laziness on my part made me inventive.

You see, I didn’t want to go to the store to buy sour cream. Or, yuk, to buy ready-made tartar sauce, which I think is awful. So, since I did have cottage cheese in the refrigerator (full fat type), I decided to snoop around on the ‘net to see if anyone had devised a recipe that was palatable. I took ideas from a couple of different recipes, and  used different proportions. I didn’t want a lot – it’s just me these days – and I had just one piece of salmon to eat.

What I wanted was a tartar sauce similar to what you’re served in a restaurant, which  usually is made fresh daily. So, I fiddled with what to add, a little jot here and there, and it tasted pretty darned good. Generally, I don’t buy “diet” labeled items, and I don’t necessarily stint on using butter (in moderation) when it’s needed. And I’d have used sour cream if I had it; but I didn’t. I’d have  used yogurt, except what I have in the refrigerator is sweetened slightly, and I didn’t think that would taste good with salmon! So, you see, I made do.

The capers are essential – they add a little sour taste and a briny flavor from their juices. And the pickle relish is also essential for me. But you can jiggle the proportions to suit your taste if you’d like. The cottage cheese kind of flew around inside my little tiny food processor, and the part that stuck to the lid was still little curds, so I didn’t scrape that down or use it in the finished sauce. Just the part that got whizzed well until it was smooth (remember, I wanted it to taste like sour cream). I tasted, add more lemon juice, more pepper, then scraped it out into a bowl, with some going into that little ramekin in the photo. If I’d had fresh dill I would have added it, but I didn’t. You could add dried dill.

What’s GOOD: I was almost amazed at how good this was. Of course, it’s not like the real thing, but salmon has a lot of flavor all on its own, so the tartar sauce was just fine. And yes, I’d make it again if I needed to. Note that there is a tiny bit of mayo in it – I think that helped. I used regular Best Foods/Hellman’s because that’s all I have in my refrigerator.

What’s NOT: nothing, really. No, it’s isn’t like the real thing, but it’s pretty darned close!

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Tartar Sauce made with Cottage Cheese

Recipe By: My own concoction, but based on several internet ones.
Serving Size: 2

1/3 cup cottage cheese (full fat)
1 tablespoon mayonnaise
1 1/2 teaspoons fresh lemon juice
1/4 teaspoon freshly ground black pepper
1/2 teaspoon Dijon mustard
2 teaspoons sweet pickle relish
1 tablespoon capers
1 teaspoon chives — minced

1. In a small food processor combine the cottage cheese, mayo, lemon juice, pepper and mustard. Whiz until you can no longer see any cottage cheese curds, and it’s smooth.
2. Scrape out into a bowl and stir in the pickle relish, chives and capers. Taste for seasonings. Chill for 30 minutes or more to blend the flavors. Will keep for several days.
Per Serving: 93 Calories; 7g Fat (62.1% calories from fat); 5g Protein; 4g Carbohydrate; trace Dietary Fiber; 6mg Cholesterol; 288mg Sodium.

Posted in Travel, on May 14th, 2015.

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This photo above is taken at some of the lower altitudes of the trip. You can board a train in Interlaken, or stay in villages part way up the mountain. Some are closed to auto traffic, but Lauterbrunnen is not.

It only took us a couple of hours to drive from Brienz to Lauterbrunnen. The town is so small you can’t miss your hotel as there aren’t very many. But it’s a twisty, windy road getting there, up through a narrow valley, then up and up until you come to the little plateau that is Lauterbrunnen. We stayed at the Hotel Staubbach. A very cute little place, with several floors of rooms. Maybe 50+ rooms. Not sure, really. Very clean, comfortable. Not luxurious, but more than adequate. The manager was English, so we had no language difficulties! We checked into the hotel, then immediately headed for the train station, close to the hotel. It took us 4 1/2 hours to make the round trip journey up to the top of the Jungfraujoch. From Lauterbrunnen you wend up steep valleys, finally up to Kleine Sheidegg, a place where every train coming in stops. You get off there, transfer to a different track, then get on the funicular that shortly takes you up the mountain.

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About 90% of the way up the mountain the funicular stops at the Ice Window. They explain that you have 5 minutes to run out and get back on. Everybody runs out to the window at the end of a carved wide tunnel to the edge of the mountain. It’s glassed in, and they keep it very clean so you can take good photos.

If you’re interested in the whole history of the region, and about the Eiger (one of the mountain peaks, and the subject of the movie The Eiger Sanction) click on this Wikipedia link. It tells you all about the railway (interesting) and about the building of the tunnel going up inside (amazing). At the top you exit the funicular at 11,332 feet. The minute I stepped off the train I felt dizzy. I don’t do too well at high altitudes – have had a problem with that even when I was a young child. I held onto Joan, I think, and I went into the building that’s up there at the top, jungfraujoch_topfound a place to sit and I just sat while we were up there. I felt that was best. Since this was the 3rd time I’ve been up there, it wasn’t like I needed to hike all around outside. Cherrie wasn’t feeling very good herself, so she and I both just sat down and looked at the gorgeous view. Darlene and Joan, having never been there before, went outside and hiked up and down the steep steps and trails. Darlene bought me a hot chocolate which tasted good. Then we got in line to take the return trip down to Kleine Sheidegg, and then on to Lauterbrunnen.

lauterbrunnen_viewAt left is another view from way up at the top, looking down the glacier. Every direction had spectacular views. It was a perfect day – cold, but clear and sunny. Couldn’t have asked for better weather, actually.

On our way down a middle-aged man and teenaged boy came into the small area where we were on the train, and the dad turned to the 4 of us girls and said – “excuse me, but I need to take my pants off.” I don’t know what we said or squealed, but immediately he said “not to worry, I have another layer on underneath.” He and his son had been snowboarding all day, something they do for 4-5 days every year and he needed to remove his heavy-weight pants. They were from England. The son fell sound asleep, so we had a nice conversation with the dad all the way down the hill. Picture at right was the view one direction from our hotel. So very pretty. Pastoral.

That night we went to a German restaurant a few blocks away from our hotel, had a nice enough meal, though it was very noisy. I think Darlene ordered cheese fondue. I think I had salad. Hard to talk, it was so noisy and crowded. We all slept well, and met early in the morning for our next journey. Off we went to Gruyere.

Posted in Desserts, on May 12th, 2015.

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As I am recovering from my food poisoning – wow, has it been a long haul (as I write this it’s been 17 days, but hopefully by the time you read this I’ll be fully recovered!) – if you are just sick for an overnight, or 2 days, it’s not food poisoning. True food poisoning generally lasts about 2 weeks, and then some. I’m nowhere near as ill as I was when I first got home from my trip, but I still have occasional pain in my stomach and some food just doesn’t sound good – mostly meat and vegetables. And salads. It’s hard to find things other than lots of white food (chicken seems to be okay) that I can eat that doesn’t cause the pain. (The only good news is that I’ve lost 6 pounds.) Anyway, sorry about that detour – I was so happy the day I made this – I actually wanted to bake, and I was having my bible study group over, so a perfect occasion to create something to share. And the cake tasted wonderful, even with the nuts, which I wasn’t so sure would agree with my tummy.

chopped_apple_cake_closeupWhen I designed my kitchen in my house (this was in 2006) because I had plenty of room, I created a kind of baking center on one side. My stand mixer, blender, toaster and food processor all hide in an appliance garage. The oven is a few feet away. All my baking needs are in the drawers below the countertop, and the drawer dishwasher (meaning that it’s half-high) is built into the island, so literally I just have to turn around. There’s also a small sink one step away too, so the dirty bowls and stuff get rinsed off and go right into the dishwasher. That also makes it easier, too, when the dishes are clean, they’re all put away without hardly taking a step. The dishwasher was planned mostly for wine glasses – it has a china/light cycle and it does a beautiful job of spotlessly cleaning the lovely Riedel glasses that grace the bar shelves in the family room. Whenever I entertain, all the wine glasses go into that dishwasher because it does such a good job – it’s a KitchenAid, fyi.

So, I went through my huge to-try recipes for a dessert that sounded good to me. I suppose I could have made anything, but hey, I’m the cook, I get to choose! I had some apples on hand (Granny Smith) which I’d intended to make applesauce with (you know, I was on the BRAT diet – bananas, rice, applesauce and toast during the early stage of my food poisoning) but never got around to preparing it. Bingo, this recipe just moved to the top of the list.

raw_apple_bundt_sliceHopefully you already read Elise Bauer’s website, Simply Recipes. She’s a wonderful cook, and I’ve made many of her recipes over the years. And this one she did in 2008 but I just hadn’t gotten around to trying. That’s corrected now and it will be a keeper.

She gives the credit for the recipe to someone named Mrs. Paxton from Virginia. But Elise mentions she’s made it a lot over the years. Did I say this was a keeper? Yes, indeed. It’s nothing all that unusual to make, although it uses oil as the fat in it. It has toasted walnuts and coconut in it. I didn’t have fresh coconut, so Elise says to soak regular sweetened coconut in water, then drain. All done in the stand mixer, poured into a greased and floured bundt pan and baked a long time. My only caution – make sure it’s done before removing from the oven – I have a taller, less-wide bundt pan, and the 1 hour baking wasn’t quite enough. The batter closest to the center tube of the bundt is that last place it cooks through. I used a cake tester, but I didn’t poke it enough just near the center tube, so it was just a bit under-done there. But it was fabulous. In every way. The glaze isn’t a necessity, but adds a lovely touch to it, especially if you like things sweet. Next time I make it I probably will reduce the sugar in the cake part by just a tablespoon or two – with the glaze, it makes it pretty darned sweet. But altogether good nonetheless.

What’s GOOD: For the third time, did I say this is a keeper? Yes. Delicious in every way. Do chop up the apple in little pieces, like 1/3 inch at the max, even smaller if you can make the time. The apples do stay in place in the batter – all over – and don’t sink to any one place. It’s a thick batter anyway. The glaze is delightful, especially if you have a pretty bundt pan with lots of grooves. I couldn’t get the cake to accept all the glaze, so used the last of it to sweeten the whipped cream I made. I think vanilla ice cream would be best with this, which is what Elise recommends. I had some salted caramel gelato, and those who had that thought it was a wonderful combo. I still vote for vanilla ice cream. I think the cake was even better the 2nd day.

What’s NOT: not a single thing – it does take awhile to bake and you need to test it during its last 15 minutes of baking. It also takes awhile to cool because it’s a dense cake. Make a day ahead if you can but don’t glaze until close to serving time.

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Mrs. Paxton’s Raw Apple Bundt Cake

Recipe By: A Mrs. Paxton, from Lexington, Virginia, but from Simply Recipes blog
Serving Size: 12

1 1/2 cups vegetable oil
2 cups sugar
3 eggs — slightly beaten
3 cups all-purpose flour
1 1/2 teaspoon baking soda
1 teaspoon vanilla
1 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon cinnamon
3 cups apples — peeled, chopped SMALL (Granny Smith, Gravenstein, Fuji)
1 cup coconut — (the sweetened fresh grated not the dried. If you use dried, soak first in water for 20 minutes, then drain well.)
1 cup chopped walnuts — toasted
GLAZE:
1/2 stick unsalted butter
1 cup brown sugar
3 tablespoons milk

1. Preheat oven to 350°F.
2. Beat together the sugar and oil. Add the eggs. In a separate bowl, sift together the flour, baking soda, salt and cinnamon. Add dry ingredients to wet batter in thirds, beating to incorporate after each addition. Mix in the vanilla, apples, coconut, and chopped nuts.
3. Bake in a greased and floured bundt cake pan about 1 hour or more (it depends on the size and shape of the bundt pan). If the cake mounds up above the cake pan, it may need about 75 minutes.) Test around the centers (the center, closest to the hole in the middle, is the last part to bake through) with a long thin bamboo skewer or toothpick to make sure the cake is done. Or use an instant read thermometer – it should be close to 200°F).
4. When cool enough to handle, gently remove from pan. Let sit on a rack to cool completely. If the dough has raised substantially around the middle areas of the bundt ring, you may need to use a bread knife to gently level off the cake so that it sits even. [Mine did mound up, but it was even all the way around, so it sat on the cake plate just fine.]
5. Just before glazing, combine glaze ingredients and cook until melted. Place the cake on its serving dish. Carefully prick all around the top of the cake with a fork so that when the glaze is applied it easily seeps into the cake. Use a pastry brush to apply the glaze liberally around the surface areas of the cake, or use a spoon to drizzle the glaze on the cake. [I didn’t use all the glaze – it just wouldn’t take any more – so I used some of the glaze, heated up later and slightly cooled, to sweeten the whipped cream I served on the side.] Serve with vanilla ice cream or whipped cream.
Per Serving: 688 Calories; 41g Fat (52.4% calories from fat); 8g Protein; 76g Carbohydrate; 3g Dietary Fiber; 64mg Cholesterol; 362mg Sodium.

Posted in Travel, on May 10th, 2015.

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All those smiles are genuine. We were pinching ourselves at the beauty of this hotel and our location. In the sunshine, it felt like the temperature was in the low 50s, I think, but once the sun tipped below the mountain we were positively COLD. We’d ordered drinks and the waitress kindly took a picture of the four of us. We had a grand time at the Grandhotel Giessbach.

After doing our ferry ride around Lake Lucerne, we drove south. Not far. The GPS was still set to keep us off the autobahn, so we grandhotel_giessbach_roomkeymeandered in and through lots of little villages as we headed toward Brienz. This hotel was not a place I’d stayed before, but when I searched for places to stay in and around Brienz, all I remembered was how pretty the lake was, though in years past Dave and I had driven around the lake, not up the mountains there at all. I chose the hotel after reading reviews on Trip Advisor. Reservations were made just as the hotel was closing up last fall, but the owner was kind enough to keep looking at email once I told her we were about to book 4 rooms.

We approached the hotel from behind the mountain, on a narrow lane leading up over a pass (at about 500 feet above the valley below), then we all-of-a-sudden came into view of the lake and we gasped. Wow. Stunning. We parked the car beside the hotel and trudged our bags on little trolleys (like in airports) which they had in the parking lot. As we came around the front of the hotel, here’s what it looks like:

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The hotel had only been open a few days, for the beginning of the “season.” All of us had rooms up on the 3rd floor (for Americans, that’s the 4th floor). It’s a grand old hotel – combining some of the charming décor of Switzerland and some of Victorian. Our rooms were very nice. And when we got to our rooms, and I walked over to the window, opened them, this is the picture I took.

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To say I was in awe is hardly strong enough. I could not believe how beautiful it was. And the rooms weren’t that expensive; at least we all felt they were worth every penny. Of course, we were there somewhat off season in April, so probably it’s more expensive closer to summer.

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After we got situated in our rooms, and all took a little rest, we decided to meet for cocktails on the terrace. Darlene took this photo at left, as we sat on the terrace. I was having prosecco and Darlene ordered white wine. We moved inside after awhile because it was just a bit too cold.

We were all in heaven. It was just so beautiful. Special. We were living in the moment as we listened to the waterfall (off to the left in the pictures – I took a photo of it, but it wasn’t all that pretty, but it offered lovely ambient sound).

We joked around with the waiter and waitress – since the season was newly opened, the employees were very jovial and helpful. Darlene has an intensely curious mind, and asks questions of everybody. The hotel is old, and although it’s been renovated over the years, it still has that old-world feeling to it.

At right (below) is a photo of the lobby and bar. We loved the circular winding staircase. It did have an elevator too, for which we were grateful. Darlene is there at left, quizzing the bartender about something.

After enjoying our cocktails, we went into the dining room and had a wonderful dinner. Sometimes we chose the tourist menu – a first course, a second course and dessert. This time we ate light (my notes say we did) but we did enjoy a chocolate dessert our waiter just insisted we must have. Darlene tried to say the name of it in German, and had the waiter in hysterics at grandhotel_giessbach_lobbyher crazy pronunciation. It was a 3-course chocolate dessert with 3 small plates of things, all chocolate of course. Very delicious. What I wrote in my notes is: schlotz chafer flokken. I have no clue if that’s even close to what they were saying. Schlotz is cream. Chafer is probably really choc something (for chocolate). Flokken? No idea!

The next morning we went to the dining room for the included breakfast. Oh my, was it ever fabulous. I love the real-thing muesli of Switzerland. Not the dried stuff we buy here. No, this is the kind you make with dried oatmeal, soaking it overnight in yogurt, then adding dried fruits, fresh fruits and nuts. Maybe even coconut. Theirs was so delicious. The fresh bread was divine – they do such a nice presentation of bread – they lay it out on a bread board with a napkin laying over the top of the bread so as you grasp it to slice off a piece, you’re not putting your germs onto the rest of the loaf. We loved their seeded baguette loaf. Extra delicious. And the butter. Oh gosh was it ever good too. Almost everywhere we went we were served croissants, and most mornings I had one. So did we all. Then they had everything under the sun, hard boiled eggs, soft boiled eggs, ham, salami, cheeses, fruits or all kinds, yogurt, jams. Everything. After breakfast Joan went for a short walk on a lovely trail nearby. We were ALL sad to leave – we wished we could have stayed here another night. But we had to get going.grandhotel_giessbach_view_patio

Just one more spectacular view from the lower terrace. Everywhere we looked, the view was breathtaking.

We wended our trolleys back out to the parking lot and loaded our bags in and off we went.  On the way back over the backside of the mountain, this was the view of the other side. swiss_lake_viewThat photo at right is so quintessential Switzerland. Snow capped mountains. A lovely small lake, pretty little villages. Green grass. Beautiful.

Next stop, Lauterbrunnen.

Posted in Travel, on May 8th, 2015.

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No credit here with my camera – no, my friend Darlene took this picture, and isn’t it stunning? That’s looking across the lake, at the city of Lucerne. Obviously spring was in full bloom, grass was greening, and it was COLD. In the sun, that day, it wasn’t bad at all, but in the shade you knew it was in the 40s.

To backtrack just a bit, after leaving Matera, in southern Italy, Joan, Tom and their granddaughter Lauren and I drove back to Rome. Tom turned in the rental car and we all stayed at the Hilton Hotel at the Fiumicino Rome airport. It’s literally steps from the terminal. All my devices got charged, I had a first class shower, I rearranged my packing system to put colder-weather clothing at the top. I put on my Land’s End thermal undershirt, my vest and carried my raincoat. The next morning Joan and I (on different Swiss Air flights) flew from Rome to Zurich. Tom & Lauren flew home. I was the last one to arrive in Zurich – Darlene had flown from the U.S. the day before to get a leg up on jet lag, and Cherrie flew in that morning. We all met, by plan, at the Europcar rental counter. It was like a family reunion – we were all so happy to be there and all very excited about our next 2 weeks together.

lake_lucerneAfter we got the GPS working correctly (in English), I input our destination (Lucerne) and off we went. I didn’t put this little bit of advice in my whole post about travel recommendations, but I can’t encourage you enough, get a GPS (hopefully one that’s built-in, not a portable one) in your rental car. It makes SUCH a difference, no matter the cost. As a little side note, I’ll just tell you that all the brochures in our Audi station wagon were in German. No English or Italian, so the booklets were useless to us all!

I’m quite good with navigating and I have a good sense of direction, but in a foreign country, with German signs, not so much! Darlene was the right seat navigator, and she did a great job – she saved our bacon several times noticing some tiny little sign directing us to our hotels.

The first thing I did was program the GPS to NOT go on toll roads and the autobahn. Two reasons: (1) the most beautiful scenery in Switzerland is in the towns and villages and in the country side, not on the freeways; (2) Switzerland charges a flat fee for using the autobahn – for visitors it’s something like $30-40 for a month’s pass. Not that we couldn’t have paid it, but why? We were there to see the countryside. We aren’t sure, but we think we actually ended up on the autobahn a couple of times – but it was only for one exit’s worth. We don’t know whether there wasn’t any other way, or if we made a mistake. The GPS routed us that way, so we just took the chance.

Planning this 6-day portion of our trip was my job. We did: Zurich to Lucerne to Brienz to Lauterbrunnen, to Gruyere and to Talloires (actually in France, but it’s very close to Geneva).

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There’s the 4 of us – from the left: Joan, Cherrie, me, and Darlene standing on the river quay with the famous Chapel Bridge behind us.

I did the driving in Switzerland, with the exception of about 15-20 minutes worth one day when I wasn’t feeling very good. Joan drove for that short distance. I’m fine with driving in foreign countries. I’m fine with driving in countries that drive on the opposite side of the road. Dave and I did many trips to the British Isles, and we learned to coach each other with turns, lane changes, roundabouts, and such. Switzerland has adopted the roundabout in a big way – on some of the small highways we encountered them about every 300 feet it seemed like. But we definitely saw the countryside in all its beauty. It was a warmer spring than usual, so the spring flowers were sprouting, grass was the brilliant green I remember from previous trips, the trees were budding except at the higher elevations, yet the mountains were still draped in snow.

chapel_bridge_lucerneThe drive from the Zurich airport to Lucerne is about an hour, but since we used back roads (and made a wrong turn or two – I was far from perfect even with the GPS) it took us a couple of hours to get there. But it was beautiful, and everywhere we looked we could see high snow-capped peaks, and take in the beautiful 2-story typical Swiss homes. Nobody had any window boxes out yet – such a regular sighting all over Switzerland in the spring and summer – homeowners take great pride in having the brightest and most colorful flowers hung from their upstairs windows.

hotel_des_balances_lucerneApproaching Lucerne, my hands gripped the steering wheel – I was tense, I’ll admit. But the GPS routed us well, even displaying which lane we needed to be in (a real help in cities). She didn’t always do that, but when she did, I was very grateful! Had I not printed out the directions from the hotel’s website, I don’t think we’d have ever found out how to get to our hotel. We had to drive across the river from the hotel, down the main street, make a tiny little turn into what looked like an alley, zigzag through a couple of little streets, then approach a very narrow 2-lane bridge that went back into the old city (which is generally closed to car traffic) that has very glaring sign saying no entry. But there was a little sign (Darlene, bless her heart, saw it when nobody else did) saying if you’re staying at Hotel des Balances, you are allowed entry. She got us right to the door. We hefted our bags out, checked in and a very kind young man took our car off to some parking garage. Of course, that was extra, but it was worth every single penny!

We were all a little frazzled (hopefully not from my driving, but just general fatigue from all of us flying in, finding one another, the stress of getting situated in the car with our bags – tight – driving in the busy traffic of Zurich, trying to recognize different road signs from our own U.S. signs, hoping we weren’t doing anything wrong). Once we got to the hotel we all wanted to take a little risotto_cherrie_lucernerest. Cherrie was in serious jet lag, having just arrived that morning, and having had no sleep for about 20 hours or so. We decided to meet for an early drink in the lovely bar at the hotel. I’d wanted us to stay at the Hotel Gutsch (in picture above, up on the small mountain top – you get to it by a funicular (although you can drive to it from the back side of the hill). But alas, it was just too expensive for our economy-minded foursome. But we were very happy with where I did book us – at the Hotel des Balances, which is right ON the river, has a gorgeous view, with rooms facing the river (more expensive) or the interior (all of us) which overlooked the cute old town walking streets. We were all giddy with excitement that evening. The bartender was very funny, young, and he flirted with all of us. He made lots of points with all of us old ladies! The hotel offered a free welcome cocktail – I don’t remember now what it was, but it was good and we enjoyed it. See picture down below of us all with our cocktails in hand. We had lunch the next day at one of the quayside restaurants (they’re literally one right after another), and Cherrie ordered risotto (picture at left), one of her favorite things. I think most of us took a sample – wow, it was good with peas and fresh asparagus.

old_swiss_house_breaded_veal_bread_crumbsSince I’d been to Lucerne 3-4 times before, I decided that since this was Easter Sunday, we should have a celebration dinner. I’d made reservations months before for that night at the Old Swiss House, a venerable establishment in Lucerne (spelled Luzern there, and pronounced loo-ZEHRN). This was my third visit to the restaurant and it was only about 10-11 blocks’ walk from our hotel. It took a little bit of looking to find it, but we did. We enjoyed a wonderful dinner there, with Cherrie and me ordering the dish that the restaurant is most famous for, their breaded veal.

They dip the thinly pounded veal into an egg bath, then into bread crumbs and into a hot sizzling pan right at the tableside. Can I just tell you that to make two plates of those (right) the server/chef used almost a whole cube of butter. First some to brown the veal, then more to brown the 2nd side, then more to toast and brown the additional bread crumbs, then a bit more to lubricate the spaghetti. Oh my, was it good! I couldn’t finish it. And yes, welcome_drink_hotel_in_lucerneit was ridiculously expensive, but veal just is. It was a special evening.

After a good night’s sleep we got up and out – we took a ferry ride around part of Lake Lucerne. I’d told everyone that it’s worth doing, and since the weather was picture-perfect, we boarded one of the numerous ferries and went to 2-3 different quays, then returned. We got off at one of the places and walked around a little bit. Darlene snapped the top photo there. Cherrie and I found a wonderful bench, in the sunshine and visited, while Joan and Darlene went hiking all over the little town.

Once back in Lucerne, we collected our luggage, the sweet little man brought our car around and we started off on our next adventure. First I programmed the GPS, and off we went.

Our destination was Lake Brienz. It was breathtaking, and  you’ll see why when you read my next post.

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