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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 Uncategorized, on June 22nd, 2014.

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Are you ever just on overload with information? I get that way sometimes. And I was feeling information overload yesterday when I decided to catch up on reading blogs. I subscribe by RSS to a lot, including America’s Test Kitchen. Oh, I’m so glad I didn’t just skip this particular one.

One of the cooks/chefs at their kitchens had a thought . . . he observed that all over the test kitchen different chefs, when they used a wire whisk would use different motions with the whisk.

If I’d been working at their kitchens  you would have always seen me using a whisk/lift/circular kind of motion. I do that for everything I whisk just because I thought that probably was the right way. Ha, was I ever wrong. He saw people doing (1) back and forth; (2) stirring (with the whisk always in contact with the bottom of the bowl); and (3) my style, the around lift type whisk motion. So, to figure it out, they set up a test of making a vinaigrette, whipped cream and satiny whipped egg whites.

There’s a video about this – if you’re interested go watch it. It’s not long.

I was right in making just one thing – the egg whites. The round, lift motion of whisking IS the proper one for incorporating air into egg whites. You’ll get a lovely mound of satiny egg whites by doing it that way. Well, good. But then, on the other two – the vinaigrette and the whipped cream – no question, a back and forth motion is THE one to use. They give a scientific explanation for it – if you’re a chemist type you might like to read about it. Anyway, back and forth it will be from now on. Cream whips much faster with a back and forth motion. Vinaigrettes stay stable (emulsified) longer when using and back and forth motion. Okay. Learned. Done. Another nugget I need to store in my brain from now on.

Posted in Fish, on June 20th, 2014.

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Do you like mahi mahi?  If you can find it, this is a really delicious way to fix it. Lemon pieces (that’s what’s on top there, the scorched part that you don’t eat) give good flavor and the really good feta and yogurt mixture that’s on top. Like a tartar sauce except it’s got mint, dill and lemon zest and juice in it.

I do like mahi, and yet I don’t see it everywhere. More often on restaurant menus than in the fish market. I don’t much like to buy frozen fish – I’m sure it’s available frozen in the regular supermarkets, but I generally don’t buy supermarket fish. Period. It could be that mahi is only available frozen anyway (you know the label: previously frozen). I don’t know.

In any case, this recipe, the last fish recipe from the class with Phillis Carey, which is just loaded with flavor, is easy to make. You need fresh lemons, Greek full-fat yogurt, sheep’s milk Feta, fresh mint and fresh dill.

This fish is cooked in a broiler method, but you put the rack way, way low in your oven. The fish cooks without you having to turn it over mid-way through. While the broiler heats up, mix up the yogurt stuff (Greek yogurt, sheep’s milk Feta, mint, dill, lemon zest and juice). That’s spread all over the mahi fillets (do spread it all the way to the edges), then you top it with the drizzle of olive oil. Then the thinly sliced lemon halves (seeds removed) are gently nestled into the yogurt. Try to make it flat – any unevenness will scorch the lemon unevenly (obviously). It’s also good to have mahi mahi pieces that are about the same thickness – thinner pieces will cook a lot faster.

Serve the fish with the scorched lemon – but most people will probably set it aside. It can be eaten if you want to. But do make this. It’s good! Serve with rice. If you want, make some extra sauce and serve it to dollop on top of the rice for extra flavor. It’s yogurt, remember, not sour cream.

What’s GOOD: it’s EASY for sure. But you do need to have the ingredients on hand – I never have fresh dill (can’t seem to grow it now matter what I do). I always have sheep’s milk Feta because I use it in salads. And lemons, always. Mint from my garden. Yep. Easy. Just find the mahi and buy dill. The flavor is great – love the creamy sauce and the tart thing going on with it.
What’s NOT: just the finding of mahi mahi, maybe. Easy dinner!

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Greek-Style Mahi Mahi with Feta Yogurt Topping

Recipe By:From a Phillis Carey cooking class, 2014
Serving Size: 4

24 ounces mahi mahi fillets — (4 pieces,1 1/2 inches thick)
1/2 cup Greek yogurt, full-fat — or mayonnaise if preferred
1/4 cup feta cheese — crumbled
3 tablespoons fresh mint — chopped
2 tablespoons fresh dill — chopped
1 teaspoon lemon zest
1 tablespoon fresh lemon juice
8 slices lemon — sliced super thin
2 teaspoons extra-virgin olive oil
3 tablespoons Italian parsley — minced (garnish)

Note: if you don’t mind the extra calories, make a bit more of the sauce because the SAUCE is what makes this dish. Any extra can be dolloped on top of the rice.
1. Preheat broiler with rack in the lower third of the oven. Line the bottom of a broiler pan with foil and well oil the top. Set fish on pan and season with salt and pepper.
2. Whisk together yogurt, feta, herbs, and lemon zest and juice and spread over top of fish – reaching all the corners. Remove all seeds from the lemon slices, then place 2 lemon slices (slightly overlapping but as flat as you can make them) on center of each fillet. Drizzle lemon slices with 2 teaspoons oil.
3. Broil fish 8 inches from heat until just cooked through, 10 to 14 minutes, depending on the thickness of the fish. The lemon slices will get some burned marks. Serve with the lemon slices, although most people won’t eat them. Garnish with finely minced Italian parsley, if desired.
Per Serving: 111 Calories; 8g Fat (46.6% calories from fat); 5g Protein; 15g Carbohydrate; 2g Dietary Fiber; 14mg Cholesterol; 120mg Sodium.

Posted in Cookies, on June 17th, 2014.

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Never let it be said that I passed up trying yet another chocolate chip cookie recipe. And yes, this one is slightly different than most – it uses melted butter in the batter.

There still isn’t all that much cooking going on around my kitchen. This journey of grief just gets in my way. It’s a journey I have to take, though, and I have to learn new routines, learn how to avoid my tough times (evenings mostly – after dark, and weekends in general). I want to find joy in my days, and I do sometimes. I’m so grateful for my friends, who have been very attentive to me, inviting me to go to lunch, to come to their homes for dinner. They’ve all been so understanding. Yesterday I was with some couple friends and I was able to get through the evening without crying even though I did talk about Dave some. We toasted a glass of wine to him. I took a bottle of Cabernet – a really good bottle and shared it with these dear friends. I need to do that as the wine cellar has a LOT of wine in it.

The wine cellar in this house has its own A/C system. A small, little A/C that just cools the 8×10 room that houses the underground cellared wine collection. Dave was the wine connoisseur in our relationship. I enjoyed wine, and liked investigating the nuances of different varietals, and sniffing the glass to pull out the “nose.” But in the last few years I’ve just about stopped drinking wine. No particular reason – I never drank more than about one glass anyway. Dave drank mostly Zinfandel (his favorite), which is a wine that I don’t like much – it’s too zingy, too tart and acidic for me. Only if it was a soft Zin would I share a bottle with him. And when we went out to dinner I’d share wine with him.

In the last couple of months, when I’ve had houseguests or dinner guests I’ve gone down into the cellar to bring out a bottle or two of wine to share. But days go by and I don’t even think about wine. Last month we had a really bad heat wave. Oh my goodness, did we have a heat wave. Temps in the range of 102-105° for 3 days running. And temps in the 90s before and after. It was about a week of really awful heat. On the 2nd day of the over 100° temps, I paused at the stairway that goes down to the wine cellar and thought, “hmmm, I haven’t heard the A/C system running; maybe I’d better check it.” Sure enough, I went into the wine cellar and the temp was 80°. Oh my. Bad news.

The A/C system regulates the temp at 58°. I had no idea how long it hadn’t been working. It had been over a week since I’d been down in the cellar myself to bring up a bottle of wine. Immediately I phoned the guy who has done all the repairs to that wine cellar system. He’s a one-man-band, though. He didn’t call me back. Oh-oh. I phoned him again the next morning. No response. Well, cut to the chase here. He finally answered my call that night, told me that he had received over 100 phone calls from wine cellar customers (because of the heat wave), and the soonest he could come to look at mine was about 5 days off. Not good news, but I really didn’t want to try finding somebody else. Dave trusted this fellow and under normal circumstances he’s able to come within a day. All that wine – there must be 800 or so bottles of wine in the cellar – sitting at 80°. What that does is prematurely age the wine. And it means that I couldn’t possibly sell the contents of the wine cellar because they’re now “damaged goods.” So I’m going to have to seek out the older bottles and drink them – take them to friends – take them along when I join friends for dinner, etc.

At first I beat myself up because I knew how upset Dave would have been about this. I berated myself for not checking the wine cellar more frequently. I tried asking myself, “what would Dave do?” He’d have been frantic. Not just moderately frantic, but major(ly) frantic. Angry. Annoyed because the repair guy wouldn’t call back. But once I had the date set for repair, I just had to accept what had happened. I couldn’t do anything about it. I put a vertical fan down there, left the door open and ran that fan 24/7. I don’t really know that it did much good (the temp in the cellar was 78° once the heat wave abated) but I let it run consistently for the remaining days.

Even when the guy came, he discovered it was the starter on the A/C (not the coolant, which is what I’d suspected). And, of course, he didn’t have one. He came the following day and installed it. At that point it took nearly 48 more hours for the wine cellar to get back down to 58°.

All that said, I’m just finding it difficult to take care of everything. I live in a big house and have no plans to move in the near future, but houses (especially 30+ year old ones) have problems and need repairs. Some days I feel a bit overwhelmed with it all.

So, this particular day I was feeling kind of sorry for myself (not an uncommon grief emotion), so I baked cookies and took some to the dinner with friends. And I went into the wine cellar and brought up a $45 bottle of Cab and took that along too, to their  home to enjoy. And I had a glass – it was gosh darned good, I will say. Full of fruit notes and had a beautiful nose.

thin_crispy_cc_batterThis cookie recipe started with one of my cookbooks from America’s Test Kitchen. I made one addition (walnuts added to the batter because I like them). As I mentioned at the top, this recipe is different in that it called for melted butter (melted, then cooled before using it). It makes a different kind of consistency – I stood at the kitchen counter looking at the batter and tried to come up with some way to describe it – it’s more shiny (from the butter) and it looks and feels greasy. That’s not a bad thing – don’t misunderstand – that’s just how I’m describing the batter. Made no never-mind with the results whether it looked greasy or not!

These cookies didn’t turn out as thin as I’d thought they’d be – I doubled the recipe – and I didn’t measure the corn syrup – I just eyeballed it – perhaps I didn’t add as much as I should have. I also guessed at the milk. Actually, I didn’t have any milk, just cream. But that wouldn’t have made any thin_crispy_cc_ballsdifference. I used my handy-dandy cookie scoop for them – you bake these cookies on parchment paper. It took awhile as the recipe says to bake them just one sheet at a time. I did make some of them without walnuts, then added in the nuts for the second half of the batter. Either way they’re good.

What’s GOOD: I like the texture – they’re definitely crispy. I like that – I prefer crispy anyway. I’ve only eaten one so far, but with that, I liked them just fine. I used Ghiradelli 60% cocoa chips, which provide good, solid dark chocolate flavor. Would I make them again? Maybe. Perhaps the next batch I’ll go back to the one from Silver Moon. Look them up on my index. They’re my favorites, I think.
What’s NOT: nothing really. Liked them just fine.

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Thin and Crispy Chocolate Chip Cookies

Recipe By: Adapted slightly from America’s Test Kitchen
Serving Size: 80

2 2/3 cups all purpose flour — 15 ounces
1 teaspoon baking soda
1/2 teaspoon salt
2 sticks unsalted butter — melted and cooled
1 cup granulated sugar
2/3 cup packed light brown sugar
1/4 cup light corn syrup
2 large egg yolks
2 tablespoons milk
4 teaspoons vanilla extract
1 1/2 cups semisweet chocolate chips
1 cup walnuts — chopped (optional)

Notes: I don’t believe I got 80 cookies from this batch – mine were thicker than they were supposed to be anyway. But they tasted just fine!
1. Preheat the oven to 375°F. Line large baking sheets with parchment paper.
2. In a medium bowl, whisk together the flour, baking soda, and salt.
3. In a large bowl, vigorously beat the butter, granulated sugar, brown sugar, and corn syrup with a spatula until very well combined. Add the egg yolks, milk, and vanilla and beat well until combined. Gradually add the flour mixture and stir until just combined, being careful not to over-mix. Gently stir in the chocolate chips and the nuts (if using). The dough will be very loose, sticky, and more like batter in consistency.
4. Make tablespoon sized balls, or use a cookie scoop and place on the prepared baking sheets, spacing at least 2 inches apart. Bake one sheet at a time for about 12 minutes, or until golden brown and flat, rotating the sheets halfway through baking.
5. Let the cookies cool on the baking sheets for 5 minutes before using a thin spatula to remove to wire racks to cool completely. Store in an airtight container for up to 5 days at room temperature or place in plastic bags and freeze.
Per Serving: 82 Calories; 4g Fat (45.6% calories from fat); 1g Protein; 11g Carbohydrate; trace Dietary Fiber; 12mg Cholesterol; 32mg Sodium.

Posted in Fish, on June 13th, 2014.

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Most of the time I have salmon in the freezer, so when I need it, it can be defrosted in a jiffy and dinner can be ready a couple of hours later. This is a one-dish meal, really. It has protein (the salmon), vegetables (the fennel in the slaw), fruit (the tomatoes) and a bit of carbs from the bread crumb crust on top. I served it with sautéed spinach and that was dinner. I could have served it with a carb side like pilaf or a piece of toasted cheese bread perhaps.

When I am out of salmon as a staple in the freezer, I go to Costco and buy one of the big slabs of farm raised salmon. If you’re a Costco member, you probably get the monthly magazine they send out. I’ve learned to read some of the articles in the magazine – because they often give some very definitive information about their products. One time it was about the salmon. I’d gone off of it for awhile because of everything I’d read about farm-raised salmon – about the pens the salmon are raised in, how they are so packed in they can hardly move, eating their own detritus. Yuck. But then I read the article and learned that Costco’s salmon are raised differently – larger pens, the salmon aren’t so stressed, they eat well and they’re healthy. So I was reassured that eating Costco’s farm-raised salmon was not so bad for us. I love their farm-raised salmon – they’re big for one thing, and I think the flavor is delicious.

So, I buy the big slabs, cut them into portions. I used to vacuum seal them into 2-piece servings, but now that I’m a family of one (oh, that is so painful to even write that) I vacuum pack it in single portions. When I’m ready to eat salmon, I merely remove the package(s) and plunge it into a big bowl of cold tap water, put a big bowl on top, add something heavy to the center of the bowl to weight down the salmon below the water level and let it sit that way for about an hour. It might take longer if you have thicker pieces. That’s it. Easy.

So, on to this recipe. It originates from a cookbook called Artichoke to Za’atar: Modern Middle Eastern Food. The unique characteristics of this recipe are: (1) sumac in both the breading and the salad; (2) fennel seeds in the breading; and (3) a fresh fennel salad. If you don’t have sumac in your pantry, it’s worth buying it – it adds a citrusy note to anything you use it with – it’s a dark red color. I like sumac and you’ll find it used throughout the Middle East in their cooking.

This isn’t quite a 30-minute meal, but it won’t take much more than that. The breading is only placed on the top of the salmon. You make the salad – fresh fennel cut thinly into rings and pieces, shallots, fresh mint and parsley, a thinly sliced tomato, dried mint, lemon juice and olive oil plus that special bit of sumac. The bread crumb mixture can be whizzed up in the food processor (that’s what I did): sumac, fennel seeds, lemon zest and a bit of fresh (white) bread. You could use whole wheat bread, but I wouldn’t try using a hearty multi-grain bread – it would confuse the flavors, I think. When you have a leftover piece of baguette or a country loaf, or even sourdough, wrap it in a couple of layers of foil, then in a plastic bag and it would be perfect for this crumb mixture.

The salmon pieces are lightly seasoned with salt and pepper and sautéed for just a short-short time to get the pieces golden brown (but definitely not cooked through). You want to do that part in a skillet, but one that can go into a very hot oven (not all handles can get that hot). You gently mound the crumb mixture on top of the salmon and it goes into the oven for about 3 minutes or so – the crumb topping will get a bit golden and it cooks the salmon through. Do test it to make sure it’s just barely done. Once removed from the oven you tent it with foil and allow it to sit for 3-4 minutes. In that time mix up the salad and place it on the serving plate in about the same shape as the fish pieces, then the salmon is carefully placed on top of the slaw. Serve immediately!

What’s GOOD: I loved the flavors of the sumac, mint and dried mint. Big time. And the fennel seeds too. Fresh fennel bulb is a favorite of mine too – for some it’s a bit out of the ordinary –  it would make a lovely company meal, no doubt. I had a dinner guest that night. We both loved this preparation. The fennel salad is so refreshing, especially with the sliced tomatoes. Loved that combination too.

What’s NOT: there is a bit of preparation – the breading mixture and the salad. None of it is difficult, but it will take a few minutes to do it all.

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Salmon with Sumac and Fennel Crumbs

Recipe By: Artichoke to Za’atar by Greg and Lucy Malouf
Serving Size: 4

CRUMB MIXTURE:
1 tablespoon sumac
1 tablespoon fennel seeds — roasted and crushed
1 1/2 teaspoons lemon zest — from about 1/2 lemon
1/2 cup fresh bread crumbs
SALMON:
24 ounces salmon fillets — cut into 4 pieces
1/4 teaspoon salt pepper
3 tablespoons olive oil
1 teaspoon Dijon mustard
FENNEL-MINT SALAD:
1 medium fennel bulb
2 shallots — very finely diced
1/3 cup fresh mint leaves
1/3 cup fresh parsley
1 whole ripe tomato — deseeded and sliced
1/2 teaspoon dried mint flakes
1/4 cup lemon juice
5 tablespoons extra virgin olive oil
1/2 teaspoon sumac
salt and freshly ground black pepper to taste

1. Preheat oven to its maximum heat (but not in broil mode). Mix sumac, fennel seeds and lemon zest with bread crumbs and set aside.
2. Lightly season the salmon. In a heavy-based, ovenproof pan, heat the olive oil and saute the salmon pieces for 30-40 seconds, moving constantly so they don’t stick. Turn and saute for a further 30 seconds.
3. Remove the pan from the heat, brush each salmon fillet with the mustard, and sprinkle over a 1/4 inch layer of the crumbing mix, packing it on neatly.
4. Place the pan on the top shelf of the oven and cook for 3 minutes for medium rare, or longer as desired. Remove from the oven and allow to rest in a warm spot for 4-5 minutes.
5. To make the fennel-mint salad, place all the ingredients into a large mixing bowl and toss together. Divide the salad onto plates and top with a piece of salmon. Serve.
Per Serving: 495 Calories; 34g Fat (60.8% calories from fat); 36g Protein; 13g Carbohydrate; 4g Dietary Fiber; 89mg Cholesterol; 334mg Sodium.

Posted in Uncategorized, on June 9th, 2014.

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In this grief period I’m going through, there’s a word that’s used (learned at my grief class) that we get ambushed by life’s little moments. You never know when it’ll happen, just like in the old-time Western movies when the solitary rider was trotting along on his horse, thinking he’s safe and boom, the enemy found him, ambushed him when he least expected it. Not that grief is an enemy. Grief is a process, but it is something to get through, just like a valley where you never know what’s around the next corner. You understand what I mean, I’m sure.

That’s me. I was looking for something in the refrigerator. And when I moved something else, right there was this bottle of Smucker’s sugar-free strawberry preserves. You’d probably not think much of it. But the last time that bottle was touched was March 10th when my DH took it out to have on his toast. That was the day before he had his stroke. You’ll recall, perhaps, that he was a diabetic. I reached for that jar and I hugged it to me. And I cried. Not for a moment had I expected to open the refrigerator and end up in tears. My house is full of his touch – his handprint – his fingerprints. I can’t see them, of course. I go into his walk-in closet every few days still seeking out his scent and rarely do I find it, unfortunately. The closet is cedar lined and that’s what I smell. The other day I went into a hall closet where Dave kept his jackets. I did find his scent there, in a beautiful leather jacket he bought a few years ago. I wish I could bottle it! Don’t think I’m crazy – this is a commonplace thing for spouses to do. A widow friend of mine told me she’s still unable to dispose of her husband’s clothes, even though it’s been 2 years. I’m not nuts. Honest. Just set back by a little ambush. But I’m getting right back up and going forward. I want to, and I know Dave would want me to.

Posted in Cookies, on June 9th, 2014.

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What can I tell ya’? These are just delicious. So lemony and very tender. Yet they’re almost like a pound cake (cookie) but with lemon and then the tangy lemon glaze. All good. And easy.

At most of Phillis Carey’s cooking classes she serves dessert. Even though the class may be about fish (like this one) or chicken, she knows her audience – we always like a bite of sweet before we leave. We weren’t disappointed in these really good cookie/cake bars.

They’re pretty simple – you mix up the cake batter, pour it into an 8-inch square pan, bake and cool it completely. That’s important. No pouring of the glaze on hot or even warm bars. Cool the cake fully. Meanwhile, you mix up the glaze (powdered sugar, lemon juice and lemon zest) and when the bars are ready, you pour it on and ideally, use an offset spatula to spread it out to all the edges. The glaze is not thick at all, so you do need to work at working it out to those far corners. But worth it, and it’s not hard – just take the extra few seconds to spread it quickly.

What’s GOOD: loved the lemony flavor. Loved the texture of the cake/bars. Loved the lemon zest. Loved it all. Worth making for sure.

What’s NOT: nothing that I can think of.

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Moist Lemon Blondies with Lemon Glaze

Recipe By: From a cooking class with Phillis Carey, 2014
Serving Size: 9

1/2 cup unsalted butter — (one stick) softened
3/4 cup sugar
2 large eggs
1/4 teaspoon salt
2 tablespoons lemon juice
2 1/2 teaspoons lemon zest
3/4 cup flour
GLAZE:
1/2 cup powdered sugar
2 teaspoons lemon juice
2 teaspoons lemon zest

1. Preheat oven to 350°F.
2. Cream butter and sugar until fluffy, about 3 minutes. Add eggs one at a time, mixing until smooth. Add salt, lemon juice, and zest. Mix until combined. Add flour. Mix until combined.
3. Pour batter into 8 x 8 baking pan. Bake for 25 minutes, until edges are just browning and toothpick comes out clean. Remove and allow blondies to cool in the pan, but on a rack.
8. While the bars are in the oven, mix powdered sugar, juice, and zest together in a bowl until it forms a smooth mixture.
9. Pour glaze mixture over room temp blondies. Once glaze has set, cut into squares.
Per Serving: 237 Calories; 11g Fat (42.7% calories from fat); 3g Protein; 32g Carbohydrate; trace Dietary Fiber; 75mg Cholesterol; 77mg Sodium.

Posted in Fish, Soups, on June 5th, 2014.

poached_cod_tomatoes_toasts

Of the 4 fish recipes I got at the last Phillis Carey class, this was my favorite. It’s something you could make in a jiffy, and as long as your kids like soup and cod, it’ll make them happy too. The garlic toasts just “make” the dish, in my opinion anyway. The broth isn’t a lot – you could make this more into a soup by adding more chicken broth. A nice big chunk of cod with the tomatoes and well, that’s it. Make extra garlic toasts – they’ll disappear.

When Phillis began demonstrating this, someone in the class asked where she’d bought the cod. Like that person, I don’t see cod hardly at all in our markets (California), but they said it came from a local grocery store and she particularly recommended we seek out Alaskan cod. She did say we could substitute mahi mahi, sea bass or halibut (but NOT tilapia or salmon). Sole would work too, but we’d want to roll the sole up into little pinwheels in order to make the whole dish work. I loved it with the cod, and next time I see it I’m buying some. Generally I prefer using fresh fish whenever possible (two exceptions are shrimp and salmon) but I might make another exception here since I think it would work okay.

So here’s the drill: You sauté garlic and red pepper flakes (just a tiny, tiny pinch) in olive oil, then you add canned tomatoes (the good kind, San Marzano brand for sure – Phillis was insistent on that part), then you add white wine, some water – then the aromatics (bay leaves, saffron, salt and pepper) before adding the nice big chunks of cod.

Meanwhile you make the garlic toasts – ideally you’ll allow the oil to sit with the garlic for about an hour so you’ve got some good garlicky flavor – then that’s brushed on the slices of bread, placed on a baking sheet, good Parm is added and it’s baked for 8-10 minutes. Serve the fish with the tomato broth and stand a slice of bread up in the bowl, leaning on the side. You definitely want to dip the bread into the broth. Altogether delicious.

What’s GOOD: the flavors just work – the saffron, the bay leaf, the good San Marzano tomatoes. A very low calorie dish providing you don’t gorge on the bread (which would be easy to do).

What’s NOT: nary a thing. Well, you’re not getting any vegetables in this dinner (remember, tomatoes are a fruit). Serve some quick cooked green beans as an appetizer maybe?

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Poached Cod with Tomatoes and Saffron

Recipe By: From a cooking class with Phillis Carey, 2014
Serving Size: 4

2 tablespoons olive oil
2 cloves garlic — thinly sliced
1/2 teaspoon crushed red pepper flakes
14 1/2 ounces canned tomatoes — drained, whole, crushed in your hands (use San Marzano brands)
1/4 cup dry white wine
1/2 cup water
2 bay leaves
1 pinch saffron threads
Kosher salt and freshly ground black pepper
20 ounces cod fillets — skinless (4 pieces) – or use sea bass, mahi-mahi, or halibut. Do buy Alaskan cod if available
CHEESE TOASTS:
1/4 cup olive oil
2 cloves garlic — minced
5 ounces french bread — 4 pieces, thinly sliced, cut in half
1/4 cup Parmigiano-Reggiano cheese — grated

Note: calorie count is a little high/off because of the vague term of “french bread, thinly sliced.”
1. Heat oil in a medium skillet over medium heat. Add garlic and Aleppo pepper and cook, stirring often, until fragrant (garlic should not take on any color), about 3 minutes.
2. Add tomatoes, crushing with your hands as you add them, wine, bay leaves, saffron, and 1/2 cup water. Bring to a boil, reduce heat, and simmer until flavors meld, 5–7 minutes; season with salt and pepper.
3. Reduce heat to medium-low; season cod with salt and pepper and place in skillet. Cover and cook at a bare simmer until cod is opaque throughout and beginning to flake, 5–7 minutes (thicker pieces will take longer to cook). Remove lid 2-3 times and baste the fish with the poaching liquid.
4. TOASTS: combine olive oil and garlic and allow to rest for about an hour. Brush oil on bread slices and set on baking sheet. Sprinkle cheese on top and bake at 375°F for 8-10 minutes or until toasted and cheese is melted. Serve with fish – cut pieces in half and prop pieces around edge of bowl.
4. Gently transfer cod to shallow bowls and spoon poaching liquid over.
Per Serving: 449 Calories; 24g Fat (49.1% calories from fat); 32g Protein; 24g Carbohydrate; 2g Dietary Fiber; 65mg Cholesterol; 540mg Sodium.

Posted in Chicken, Soups, on June 3rd, 2014.

moroccan_harira_chix_soup

Zippadee-doodah! Not only was I glad to be back in the kitchen again, but oh, what a good recipe I’m sharing with  you today. It’s low in fat, hearty, and really high in the flavor department. It is great to make ahead, good to freeze too. And wonderful comfort food.

Even though I have some posts already in my queue, I just couldn’t wait to share with you this recipe that I made yesterday. And yes, I know, this really isn’t soup weather. My apologies for that, but when I get a bee in my bonnet about something, it just won’t be stilled.

You’ll remember, perhaps, I posted a few days ago about watching Anthony Bourdain’s CNN show called Parts Unknown where he visits rather oddball places in the world, mostly to sample the food and learn about that country’s food culture. He is such a character – is he an alcoholic, you think? He visited Tangiers, and I was transported back to the day trip Dave and I took to that city (from across the narrow straits at Gibraltar and Spain) back about 15 years ago. And all I remembered was the soup, harira (pronounced just like it looks – hah-ree-ruh) we had for lunch. It was special and full of flavor. I’d totally forgotten about it until I was watching that show. And I could almost taste that soup. I went on the hunt for a recipe. Found several – if you google harira you’ll find several hits. I printed out two in particular and made my own version but with more of it coming from this one at bbcgoodfood.com. The other one was from about.com under their section called Moroccan food.

What makes this different is the group of spices used. Lots of them. Really LOTS of them. The most unusual, perhaps is cinnamon (although you do not taste cinnamon in the finished soup). Also ground coriander, turmeric, cumin seed, ground cumin, ground ginger and some harissa. Now, harissa is perhaps not a common staple in every grocery store, for sure. And I know I had a bottle of it in my refrigerator, but I couldn’t find it. Perhaps it hadn’t gotten used enough and I threw it out awhile back. I substituted red chile paste/sauce (the Thai one) but I think sriracha would work fine too. The ingredients are similar (a variety of red chiles, red peppers – not necessarily hot ones – garlic, sometimes other seasonings, but those are the main ones). And I’m sure if any Moroccan reads this he/she will think it heresy to use anything but a true harissa from Morocco.  You can make your own from this recipe at saveur.

As I began cooking I had a sad moment – my darling Dave would have been hovering around me, and washing dishes (and putting them away) as fast as I dirtied them. I missed his presence. I had to wash dishes three times in the process of making this soup and eating it for dinner last night. Some went in the dishwasher, but not all. He’s chuckling at me, I suppose, saying uh-huh, you miss my dishwashing don’t you? Only one of many things – oodles of things – that I miss about him every single day.

Anyway, I didn’t brown the chicken thighs (boneless, skinless) because I didn’t really think they would acquire all that much flavor from that process. So I sautéed the vegetables (onions, celery, leeks) in a bit of oil. There’s another interesting step here. Mostly I toss out parsley stems and cilantro stems, but here, you wash both and cut off all the stems from the leaves. Save the leaves for later. Also cut off the little brown stem ends. Those stems of parsley and cilantro I diced up fine with a knife. The food processor might have done it fine, but I’d already put the veggies in the workbowl so I just minced away and added them to the food processor too. All that gets gently sautéed. Then you add the canned tomatoes. Do note that you want to use canned tomatoes in puree, not just tomatoes with juice/water. The puree adds just a little bit of texture to the soup.

Water is added at this point, and I stirred in a little glob of my favorite Penzey’s chicken soup base. Then all the spices get added in, plus the chicken thighs. That mixture is simmered for about half an hour, until the thighs are cooked through. Now, you could use chicken breasts in this – no reason why not – just don’t overcook them – if you cut the breast meat into big chunks, it’ll probably not take more than 10-15 minutes to cook through. Remove as in the recipe. But don’t cook the chicken any further or it’ll get dry – yes, I know, it’s in soup – but it will, trust me. Once the chicken is cooked through, remove the pieces to a wide bowl to cool. Then add the lentils to the soup and simmer that for about 20 minutes, then add a can of garbanzo beans (or cook your own). At that point add back in the chicken that you’ve shredded by hand, or diced and minced to suit you. Taste it for seasonings. Add more water maybe.

I didn’t want a soup that was heavy-laden with carbs (the garbanzos and lentils) but you could easily add more if you’d prefer. A serving of about 1 1/2 cups is ample for dinner, with a dollop of Greek yogurt on top and some cilantro leaves.

What’s GOOD: oh my goodness, everything about this soup is good. Mostly, I think it’s the spices that make it different/good. It’s just abounding with flavor. Good for a family meal, good for freezing. Altogether wonderful, okay? Make it. Now. This is going onto my Carolyn’s Favs list if that’s any indication of how good it is. There is some heat in this soup, but you can vary it by using more or less of the chile paste.

What’s NOT: nothing, unless you don’t like lots of spices.

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Moroccan Harira Chicken Soup

Recipe By: Adapted from a couple of internet recipes.
Serving Size: 7

1 large onion
4 stalks celery
1 medium leek
1 bunch cilantro — cut the stems off and save them
1 bunch parsley — cut the stems off and save them
2 tablespoons canola oil — or olive oil, or clarified butter
28 ounces canned tomatoes — in tomato puree, and include the juices
3 cloves garlic — minced or smashed
8 cups water — or more if needed
2 teaspoons Penzey’s chicken soup base
1 1/2 tablespoons cumin seed
1 tablespoon ground cumin
1 1/2 tablespoons ground ginger
1 tablespoon ground coriander
1 tablespoon turmeric
1 tablespoon harissa — or other hot chile paste, like sriracha
2 teaspoons salt — or more to taste
1 teaspoon freshly ground black pepper
1 1/2 cups cooked garbanzo beans — drained, rinsed (if using canned)
3/4 pound boneless skinless chicken thighs — (leave them whole)
1/3 cup lentils — (use more if you want a more hearty soup)
1/2 cup Greek yogurt, full-fat, a garnish
parsley and cilantro leaves for garnish

Notes: Use canned tomatoes in tomato puree, not just water/juice. Either whole if possible, but chopped tomatoes will work. If using whole you’ll need to gently squeeze them to break each tomato into smaller pieces. The tomato puree gives the soup a bit more heft and flavor both. The soup I remember eating in Tangiers was more “soupy” than this – merely add more chicken broth or water to this mixture if you’d like it that way. As is, it’s a fairly hearty bowl of soup. You can add more lentils and/or garbanzo beans if you’d prefer. What I had in Tangiers had only lentils, and not many of them. It may also have had a little bit of rice in it, but not much of that either. Moroccans make it with all three, sometimes combined, sometimes only one (lentils, garbanzos, rice). You can use chicken breasts, if preferred. Just don’t cook them very long, shred them, and add back in and don’t cook the chicken further.
1. Chop up the onion, celery and leeks into chunks. Cut off the little brown ends of the cilantro and parsley, then cut the stems off and mince them up finely with a knife (you’ll add the leaves later in the recipe). In a food processor add the vegetables, plus the parsley and cilantro stems. Pulse until the veggies are chopped up, but not fine.
2. Heat the oil in a large Dutch oven. Add the vegetables and saute until the onions have begun to turn translucent, about 3-4 minutes. Add the canned tomatoes and their juices, the chicken soup base, garlic and the water. Bring to a simmer. While it’s warming up, add all the seasonings including all the parsley and cilantro leaves, saving some cilantro leaves for the garnish.
3. Add the boneless, skinless chicken thighs (whole thighs) and once the mixture is simmering, cover and keep over low heat for about 25 minutes, or until the thighs are tender. Using a slotted spoon, remove the chicken thighs to a large bowl and allow to cool about 20-30 minutes.
4. While the chicken is cooling, add the lentils to the soup and simmer for about 20 minutes, JUST until the lentils are soft, but have not begun to fall apart.
5. Shred the chicken meat into small pieces about 1 1/2 inches long and add back into the soup mixture. Add the canned garbanzo beans (rinsed and drained) and taste for seasoning.
6. Serve in wide bowls (about 1 1/2 cups per serving) and add a dollop of Greek yogurt on top and garnish with cilantro.
Per Serving: 267 Calories; 11g Fat (34.4% calories from fat); 17g Protein; 29g Carbohydrate; 7g Dietary Fiber; 42mg Cholesterol; 1067mg Sodium.

Posted in Appetizers, on June 1st, 2014.

sicilian_bruschetta

So what makes this bruchetta Sicilian? All I can determine is it’s the cheese – a thin slather of cheese put on the toasted bread before you spoon on the tomato mixture. But whatever it is, this combo makes for some really good tasting bruschetta.

Daughter Sara asked me if I’d make bruschetta for a family gathering at their house. Everybody brought something. Sara made Bolognese sauce, other family members brought fresh pasta, another a salad, another some additional appetizers.

You really can’t make bruschetta ahead of time. You just can’t. Even toasting the bread I thought might make the bread more crisp. And there is a fine line (in my opinion anyway) between having a stovetop_grill_toasterpiece of toasted bread that is golden brown crispy on the outside but still retains softness inside (as this was made) and broil-toasting bread in the oven and the bread becomes little discs of hard crunch (which was not what I wanted). So I took along my handy-dandy stovetop toaster. In Italy it’s called a brustolina. A couple of  years ago Joanne Weir mentioned it on her website, said she had a shipment of them, while they lasted, etc. I bought one and have used it often. In Italy cooks use them for toasting bread (as I did in this case), but also for toasting polenta, and roasting peppers. It’s lightweight and really thin.

What’s a brustolina?

It’s a stovetop, thin, flat metal contraption that toasts bread brilliantly. See photo at left.

The metal underside (perforated) absorbs the heat from the flames, distributes it around that square thing. Then on the top there’s a wire mesh that keeps the food barely above the metal plate and it takes no time to toast things on it. I’ve only used it for toast so far. In case you’re interested, you can buy them from a Philadelphia store for $14.99 plus shipping. As I write this, they say it’s out of stock, but expected in a couple of months.

So anyway, my daughter kindly did the toasting for me while I made the tomato mixture. That part was easy, although you do need to remove all the seeds from the tomatoes (otherwise it gets too messy, oozy) and chop the tomato flesh (with skin is fine) into small dice. I added some fresh minced green onion, dried oregano, salt and pepper and just before ready to spoon it onto the toasts, I added fresh slivers of basil. And don’t even think about doing this unless you have good tasting RIPE tomatoes. I used Kumato – I do love those things. Trader Joe’s carries them and some regular grocery stores do too. They’re a dark brownish-greenish tomato, sort of, and the flesh inside is darker than usual, but it’s a really tasty, juicy tomato.

The inspiration for this recipe came from a cookbook I own called The Italian Country Table by Lynne Rosetto Kasper, from NPR. She calls her version Sicilian Farmer’s Bruschetta, and I’m assuming the farmer’s part of the name comes from the addition of some kind of country cheese (she calls for sheep’s or cow’s milk ricotta, mozzarella, fresh goat cheese or medium-aged sheep cheese). I had some regular goat cheese, but I grabbed a little tub of Boursin (flavored with garlic and herbs) and I didn’t end up needing the soft goat cheese at all. Her version uses thick-sliced bread, a lot of EVOO, red onion, red pepper flakes and oven roasted canned tomatoes. I just switched several things – I used thinner sliced bread (this was an appetizer, not the meal) – I used the green onion, none of the red pepper (we had kids eating this and didn’t think they’d like it much)very little oil, did scrape a couple of garlic halves across the hot slices of bread (actually Sara did that part), then I spread the cheese on top of the warm toasts and spooned some tomato on top. Done. Served. Do check for seasoning (we ended up adding more salt than I thought it would need, but it did). I used a fresh loaf of sourdough bread that was about 4” in diameter at its widest.

What’s GOOD: the addition of cheese to bruschetta was wonderful, but note, it’s not Parmesan. Certainly using Boursin cheese doesn’t give it an Italian flair, but I improvised and really liked the results. Use ample fresh basil, and very ripe tomatoes. Altogether delish.

What’s NOT: probably the only thing is this must be made at the moment. You could try toasting the bread an hour or so ahead and keeping it in a plastic bag, but then you’d lose the crisp part. The tomato mixture could be made ahead an hour or so – just don’t add the basil until the last.
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Sicilian Bruschetta

Recipe By: Inspired by a Lynne Rosetto Kasper recipe in her book: The Italian Country Table
Serving Size: 8

1/2 loaf French bread
2 cloves garlic — sliced in half lengthwise
1 tablespoon extra virgin olive oil — (a guess)
4 ounces Boursin cheese — herb and garlic
BRUSCHETTA MIXTURE:
4 medium tomatoes — (I used Kumato)
1 teaspoon dried oregano
3/4 teaspoon salt — a guess
1/2 teaspoon freshly ground black pepper
3 whole green onions — chopped finely
1/3 cup fresh basil — thinly chopped

1. Prepare Bruschetta mixture – slice the tomatoes and remove all the seeds, then chop up the tomatoes into small dice. Add to a bowl with the oregano, salt, pepper, green onions, and adding the basil just before you’re ready to assemble. Taste for seasoning.
2. BREAD: Slice the bread thinly. If the loaf is fairly fat, then you’ll want to cut each slice in half so the bread is handle-able for guests. Toast the bread (I used a stovetop toaster – alternately place all the bread on a flat sheet pan and broil – 6-7 inches away from the element – and watch it carefully – until the edges begin to brown. Turn them over and brown the other side. Do not fully toast the bread – you still want it to be slightly soft in the middle. Do not broil until all the bread is crunchy!
3. As the bread slices are done, using your hand, rub the raw garlic half over the top of the bread, then very lightly drizzle or brush a little bit of olive oil on the bread.
4. ASSEMBLY: Spread each slice with some of the Boursin cheese, then spoon about a tablespoon of the bruschetta mixture on top. Serve immediately.
Per Serving: 167 Calories; 9g Fat (46.5% calories from fat); 4g Protein; 19g Carbohydrate; 2g Dietary Fiber; 17mg Cholesterol; 474mg Sodium.

Posted in Uncategorized, on May 31st, 2014.

nordstroms_chix_fideo_soup

Today I was out shopping by myself. Bought some shoes, a few blouses and a pair of slacks. Haven’t done much shopping recently, but ended up at Nordstrom’s at about lunchtime. Went into the café and ordered a bowl of their daily special soup, a chicken fideo. The clerk at the order counter even gave me a taste of it before I decided whether I would order it or not. Oh was it delicious. Now I’m “on the hunt.” Have looked up many recipes for it and am going to figure out how to make it. (And no, Nordstrom’s recipe isn’t on the ‘net). The soup was just so good. And it looks like it’s easy.

I’m also going to make another chicken type soup. I should ask myself why am I thinking hot soup when it’s been in the mid 80s here in SoCal?. Reason: I was watching Anthony Bourdain’s show on CNN called Parts Unknown. He visits places all over the world – not the usual tourist stops, though. One was in the high Andes to seek out cacao beans, a rare white type thought to be extinct. Then in Sicily to taste all varieties of meat (he’ll eat anything), and the last one was in Tangiers, Morocco. Memories came flooding back to me – Dave and I spent a day in Tangiers –  we were on a trip with a group of friends, in Spain, and on a free day we decided to take a day trip to Tangiers. The most memorable thing was the chicken harira soup we had at lunch. The 2nd memorable thing was a visit to a spice shop – but I had no idea about Moroccan spices then. Anyway, I’ve found two recipes for that soup and am going to combine the best of both. So, there will be a couple of soup recipes coming up in the near future.

On Tuesday I’m hosting our bible study group (about 13 of us), the one Dave and I led for the last 9 months as we read The Story, the synopsis of the bible with our pastor preaching along with each week’s lesson. We’ve just finished the 9-month study and decided we would have a potluck dinner. I’m going to do my old standby favorite pork roast on the barbecue, and one of my grilled chicken recipes. Am not going to make anything new. Maybe I’ll take pictures, though, so you can see that I really am cooking some again. I’ll bring out a few bottles of wine from the cellar. The others will bring everything else including dessert.

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