Thursday, February 25, 2010

Thinking about....

Did I Get Married Too Young? , Wall Street Journal, February 11, 2010
"As focused as we young adults are on self-development, what if the path to that development is actually learning to live with and love another person? We may be startled to find that the greatest adventure lies not in knowing oneself as much as in knowing and committing to another person. Sure, freedom is great—but as John Paul II reminded us, 'Freedom exists for the sake of love.'"


When is young too young?
What do young people need to have accomplished before marriage? Why do I think whatever I answered for that question?
What does that mean for the years leading up to marriage?
What's it all about, Alfie?

Thinking and wondering and happy that someone is writing interesting articles to make the dinner time conversations lively and opinionated.

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

William Henry Davies (1871 - 1940)





The Rain
by William Henry Davies
I hear leaves drinking rain;
I hear rich leaves on top
Giving the poor beneath
Drop after drop;
'Tis a sweet noise to hear
These green leaves drinking near.

And when the Sun comes out,
After this Rain shall stop,
A wondrous Light will fill
Each dark, round drop;
I hope the Sun shines bright;
'Twill be a lovely sight.

My mother

said, when a concerned friend didn't want to leave her behind at a scout event, "I don't mind being alone; I am GREAT company."

asked, when we were discussing my Netflix queue, "Could you rent The Harlam Globetrotters for me?" Never in a million years would I have guessed she would like to see the Harlam Globetrotters. Never. In a million years. But now it is here and we will be watching it together. Can't wait.

is hoping to get a hearing aide, finally, in a few weeks. Hallelujah!

is feeling pretty well for a woman who was given four to six months to live almost eight months ago. Her daughter still pesters her to see how she is feeling, but she doesn't let the paparazzi-like attention get her down.

My mother...you've gotta love her!

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Cooking inspiration

I had an hour or so at Borders the other night and found myself with huge cookbooks from culinary institutes and Williams Sonoma piled on either side of my cooshy chair. You could spend a lot of money on cookbooks...a lot. I caved to the beauty and elegance and bought a book, but I ended up returning it the next day. When I started to realize how many bunches of fresh herbs or bottles of decent red wine I could buy for the price of a cookbook, I became deeply grateful for the return policy.



(click on image to see Amazon page)


In exchange for my overpriced return, I found a fantastic book on the bargain table for $7.99 plus tax. Subtitled 900 recipes and thousands of ideas, The Ultimate Cookbook by Bruce Weinstein and Mark Scarbrough is one cooking tome I will turn to often, for those ordinary granola making days and for more multi-course special occasions. Coming soon to my dining table: Malt Waffles, Tomatillo Salsa, Thai Beef Salad, Fish Saute with Oranges and Rosemary, and Ginger Cauliflower Soup. (Note to my gagging about Cauliflower Soup sons: I am making this for your sister when she comes home for Spring break...and not for you! So there!)

"Spontaneity is overrated at 6:30 p.m."
Weinstein & Scarbrough

Saturday, February 20, 2010

Spring is springing

I am getting an edgy feeling about my mother. I don't know what it is, and it is to the point where my not-so-subtle questions are starting to bug her, so I decided to put amateur diagnostics aside and take pictures of the burgeoning spring in her yard and ours. I'm learning it is okay to wait and let things speak for themselves; I don't have to anticipate each and every thing. (I'll just sit here and tell myself that a few times if you don't mind.) Okay, back to spring...



Daffodils, planted by Kate during the crazy days when she lived here, bloom faithfully every year in Mom's front yard. Bright yellow breaks up the gray perfectly, bursting forth some cheer when winter is getting wet and dreary. I appreciate it all-the-more knowing that more rain is headed our way this weekend.





And, of course, so much depends upon a red wheelbarrow...filled with paper whites...in the bright sunshine...with apologies to William Carlos Williams.




And there is a new table at the cafe on the deck. We anticipate many a meal, many a sip of espresso, many a happy hour, and many a sunset at this table. Knowing what is swirling in our family these days, we'll probably be out there early or late, listening and talking about matters of life and death, hearts and heads, dreams and responsibilities. Let the deck life begin!

Friday, February 19, 2010

The Friday Clive

God has given us the Morning Star already: you can go and enjoy the gift on many fine mornings if you get up early enough. What more, you may ask, do we want? Ah, but we want so much more - something the books on aesthetics take little notice of. But the poets and the mythologies know all about it. We do not want merely to see beauty, though, God knows, even that is bounty enough. We want something else which can hardly be put into words - to be united with the beauty we see, to pass into it, to receive it into ourselves, to bathe in it, to become part of it. That is why we have peopled air and earth and water with gods and goddesses and nymphs and elves - that, though we cannot, yet these projections can, enjoy in themselves that beauty, grace, and power of which Nature is the image. That is why the poets tell us such lovely falsehoods. They talk as if the west wind could really sweep into a human soul; but it can't. They tell us the "beauty born of murmuring sound" will pass into a human face; but it won't. Or not yet. For if we take the imagery of Scripture seriously, if we believe that God will one day give us the Morning Star and cause us to put on the splendour of the sun, then we may surmise that both the ancient myths and the modern poetry, so false as history, may be very near the truth as prophecy. At present we are on the outside of the world, the wrong side of the door. We discern the freshness and purity of morning, but they do not make us fresh and pure. We cannot mingle with the splendours we see. But all the leaves of the New Testament are rustling with the rumour that it will not always be so. Some day, God willing, we shall get in.



Theodore Roosevelt's Letters to His Children




On every page you can see Roosevelt's love of his children and his wife, his appreciation of plants and animals, and his ability to share that affection in writing with his children away from home. What an interesting and loving man.


From a letter to E.S. Martin, November, 1900

"Some of my Republican supporters in West Virginia have just sent me a small bear which the children of their own accord christened Jonathan Edwards, partly out of compliment to their mother's ancestor, and partly because they thought they detected some Calvinistic traits in the bear's character."


From a letter to son Ted, May, 1901

"Yesterday at dinner we were talking of how badly poor Mrs. Blank looked, and Kermit suddenly observed in an aside to Ethel, entirely unconscious that we were listening: "Oh, Effel, I'll tell you what Mrs. Blank looks like: Like Davis' hen dat died - you know, de one dat couldn't hop up on de perch." Naturally, this is purely a private anecdote."


Theodore Roosevelt's Letters to His Children

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

It's a great day to turn eleven



If there is a court and a ball and a hoop....



If there is a slope with enough snow, and a sled or some skis ...



If there is a goal to achieve...




This young man is ready. He will give it all. He is a joy.

Happy Birthday to Mr. Brennan, my favorite eleven-year-old.

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Great Books IV Humor

This week's Great Books IV book is Pride and Prejudice. Mr. Callihan sent this link along for a little chuckle:

Jane Austen meets Facebook: Austenbook.

Favorite status updates:


William Collins is paying his attentions to Jane Bennet.
William Collins is paying his attentions to Elizabeth Bennet.
Fitzwilliam Darcy is not afraid of Elizabeth Bennet. Well, maybe a little.
Lydia Bennet and Kitty Bennet joined the group 1,000,000 Strong Against the Officers Leaving Meryton! {join!}
Mrs. Bennet joined the group Widows of Men Killed in Duels.
Mrs. Bennet left the group Widows of Men Killed in Duels.

Can you imagine Dickens status updates?

Thanks for the morning laugh, Wes.

Valentine beauty


Monday, February 15, 2010

Valentine's Day recipes



(Photo kept small to hide lamo blurriness.)


Our special Valentine's dinner happened tonight. It was spectacular. I am not usually one to make a main dish with so many steps, but the sauce for the pork roast was unbelievably delicious. If, however, you don't like wine...well....I suggest you find another recipe. There is a bottle of Pinot Noir in this and it reduces into a fragrant, complex, thick sauce that was worth every pot used and every minute spent. Yumola barely does it justice.

The menu:

Pork Shoulder Roast with figs, garlic and Pinot Noir
Potatoes
Green beans
Artisan rolls
Chocolate Panna Cotta

Pork Roast Recipe

1 1/2 cups (10 oz.) dried Mission figs, stems removed, halved lengthwise.
1 T sugar
1/2 t anise seed
2 T plus 1/2 t chopped fresh thyme leaves, plus thyme sprigs
1 bottle Pinot Noir, divided
1 boned pork shoulder (butt) roast (about 3 1/2 pounds)
8 garlic cloves, peeled and cut into large slivers
About 1 1/2 t kosher salt
1/2 t freshly ground pepper
3 T olive oil
About 1 tsp fresh lemon juice

1. Put figs, sugar, anise seed, 1 T thyme, and 1 cup wine in medium saucepan. Cover and bring to a boil over high heat. Reduce heat and simmer until figs are just tender when pierced, 10-12 minutes. Let cool.

2. With a small, sharp knife, make 16 evenly spaced lengthwise cuts into roast, each cut about one inch long and one inch deep. Insert a garlic sliver, then a fig half into each cut, closing meat over figs; make cuts bigger if necessary. Set aside remaining figs and their liquid.

3. Preheat oven to 325 degrees. Using kitchen twine, tie up roast. In a small bowl, combine 1 T thyme, 1 1/2 t salt,1/2 t pepper, and the oil. Rub all over roast. (If you don't have twine, but you do have fruit skewers, you can use them to create a sort of modern art look to your roast. Ask me how I know.)

4. Heat a 12-inch frying pan over medium-high heat. Brown pork all over, turning as needed, 8-10 minutes total; adjust heat if needed to keep meat from scorching. Transfer pork, fat side up, to a 9x13 baking pan.

5. Reduce heat to medium. Add reserved garlic to frying pan; cook, stirring often, until light golden, about one minute. Pour in remaining wine from bottle and bring to a boil, scraping up browned bits with a wooden spoon. Pour mixture over pork and cover tightly with foil.

6. Bake pork until almost tender when pierced, 2 1/2 hours. Stir reserved fig mixture into pan juices; bake, covered, until meat is tender, fifteen to twenty more minutes.

7. Spoon pan juices over pork to moisten, then transfer meat to a cutting board and tent loosely with foil. Skim fat from pan juices. Pour juices with figs into a large frying pan and boil over high heat until reduced to two cups, about five minutes. Stir in 1/2 t thyme. Season with lemon juice and more salt and pepper if you like; pour into gravy boat. Remove twine from pork, then cut meat crosswise in thick slices. Garnish with thyme sprigs and serve with sauce.


Potatoes

Small, red potatoes. Peeled. Cut most of the way through to create a ruffly-looking potato. Sprinkle with olive oil, freshly ground pepper, kosher salt and herbes de Provence. I cooked in the convection oven at 425 degrees for thirty minutes. Adjust for your oven. Basically cook until browned and crispy.

Green beans

Skinny french green beans, stir fried until bright green and tender. Add salt and pepper to taste.

Artisan rolls

The basic artisan bread recipe, three balls of dough for each roll. Let rise in cupcake pan. Cook approx. 20 minutes at 375 degrees. Cook ahead; reheat in warm oven just before dinner.






Chocolate panna cottas

2 t. unflavored gelatin
2 cups low-fat milk, divided
3/4 cup sugar
3 ounces semisweet chocolate, finely chopped
1/4 cup unsweetened cocoa
1 2/3 cup nonfat Greek yogurt
1 t. vanilla extract
Chocolate shavings

1. In a small bowl, sprinkle gelatin over 1/2 cup milk. Let stand 1 minute, then stir and let stand about ten more minutes for gelatin to soften.
2. In a medium saucepan, whisk remaining 1 1/2 cups milk, the sugar, semisweet chocolate, and cocoa over medium-high heat until steaming, about three minutes. Add gelatin mixture and whisk gently until it dissolves, two to three minutes. Let cool for fifteen minutes.
3. In a large bowl, whisk yogurt with vanilla until smooth. Poor and stir chocolate mixture through a fine strainer into yogurt, then whisk mixtures together.
4. Oil eight ramekins (2/3 cup size). Divide yogurt mixture among ramekins. Chill, covered, until set, 4 1/2 hours and up to two days.
5. Run a small metal spatula between panna cottas and sides of ramekins to loosen. Immerse ramekins one at a time to just below rim in hot water until edges of dessert soften, twenty to thirty seconds; lift small plate over each. Hold plate and ramekin together and give a firm shake to release panna cotta, easing it out gently with the spatula if needed.
6. Scatter chocolate shavings over desserts if you like.

Both pork and panna cotta recipes are from Sunset Magazine's Best Recipes 2010. My mother worked for Sunset Magazine a lifetime ago, so I have always been partial to their publications, but this one is particularly good. Lots of ethnic recipes, plenty of fresh flavors and creative ideas, but not overdone. I will be making lots more recipes in the weeks and months to come. Next up: Tarragon bubble fling and spicy mango shrimp -- yum!

Friday, February 12, 2010

The Friday Clive

"It is a very consoling fact that so many books about real lives -- biographies, autobiographies, letters, etc. -- give one such an impression of happiness, in spite of the tragedies they all contain. What could be more tragic than the main outlines of Lamb's or Cowper's lives? But as soon as you open the letters of either, and see what they were writing from day to day and what a relish they got out of it, you almost begin to envy them. Perhaps the tragedies of real life contain more consolation and fun and gusto than the comedies of literature?"




Wednesday, February 10, 2010

FOURTEEN!



There's another fourteen-year-old in the world!

To the girl who loves boats....

who loves color....

who loves gardens....

who loves getting fancy....

who doesn't mind getting dirty;

to the girl who is the current Bat Ball Champion of Hollyoaks....

a reader of large books....

a sister who cares and notices and joins in....

a daughter who gives foot massages and warm greetings...

a friend who brings cheer and laughs;

to the girl who "borrows" my socks....

who can make the living room look like an explosion in a craft factory....

who doesn't like to eat a lot of things but could eat her weight in steak....

who downloads pictures of lavender fields in Provence (and cafes in Tuscancy, and boats on exotic rivers, and other dreams of travel) onto my computer;

to the one who stands with me in this house of men...

who loves to make Plans....

who is currently planning Saturday's tea party;


I Love You (a bushel and a peck!)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, dear Claire!!!



Tuesday, February 09, 2010

I'm a Troaster




We have expanded our knowledge of music wider and broader and deeper and higher than we ever thought we would, thanks to teenagers who LOVE music. It's eclectic, entertaining, sometimes annoying, and occasionally frightening, but we're happy to learn more. So how is it that we are JUST NOW learning about Jon Troast? Peaceful guitar, funny and/or thought-provoking lyrics, an authenticity that is very appealing...well, let's just say we're glad to finally be on the team. Honestly? We're officially groupies, Troasters, to be more precise.

Hailing from Lake Geneva, WI, Jon travels across the country doing house concerts. Spend some time on his website, and take a listen to his music. If you like what you hear, you can easily buy his CDs on the website, but also take a notice of where he might be playing across the country. Even better? Let him know if you are interested in hosting a group at your house. We had a group of at least one hundred (pictured below, photo courtesy of Jon's website), but I know he has played to much smaller groups.



Many, many thanks to our hosts for the evening, Kendra and Andy Fletcher. We had a terrific time.

Sunday, February 07, 2010

An Anniversary, a Bridge and a full life



Today is the 100th Anniversary of the Boy Scouts of America organization. We're not real good at bureaucracy (the homeschooling thing might have been your first clue), but Scouts has been a huge blessing in our lives. Thanks, BSA. You're the best!

It is also the night that my favorite Webelos bridged to Boy Scouts. He has worked hard, and he is ready to be the real deal.

I cried.

Bren was so happy.

During the ending prayer I looked to my right and there was his big brother with his arm around shoulders...right there beside him, ready to welcome him in. I loved it.

And I cried some more.


(Pictures will be posted later when I get them from a friend. I keep forgetting my camera for these really important moments.)

Some people watched the Super Bowl....

eating layered bean dip and these terrific sandwiches (I made the second recipe.)

But other people got their nails done.




And then they wandered leisurely through the aisles at Target, hoping to find something to match their nails...or hoping she wouldn't find something to match the nails (it's all a matter of perspective.) They also passed the time hearing the dulcet tones of their far-away girl, who would have made the day even better by her presence.




The sunset was beautiful.

Sigh. It was a lovely day.

Life looks so much better after a deluxe spa (yes, I'd like the parrafin and the rock massage, thank you) pedicure.

Friday, February 05, 2010

The Friday Clive

"Critics who treat adult as a term of approval, instead of as a merely descriptive term, cannot be adult themselves. To be concerned about being grown up, to admire the grown up because it is grown up, to blush at the suspicion of being childish; these things are the marks of childhood and adolescence. And in childhood and adolescence they are, in moderation, healthy symptoms. Young things ought to want to grow. But to carry on into middle life or even into early manhood this concern about being adult is a mark of really arrested development. When I was ten, I read fairy tales in secret and would have been ashamed if I had been found doing so. Now that I am fifty I read them openly. When I became a man I put away childish things, including the fear of childishness and the desire to be very grown up."


Thursday, February 04, 2010

Coughing, head congestion and other parts of the glamorous life

I have not taken pictures this week.

I have barely read.

I have hardly been outside.

I have been inside. Coughing.

To be frank, it makes me c-r-a--n-k-y.

Today, however, we finally got some vim and vigor about us and cleaned windows, vacuumed piles of dog hair from under the piano, and managed to make a delicious taco salad for dinner without coughing all over it (too much.) If being sick does anything for me, it helps me to be delighted with really small accomplishments.

I hope to have interesting things to say about good books, fun adventures and achingly beautiful photos...someday...when I quit coughing. Coughing is, after all, a full-time job.

Four Years Later

COVID:2 Collage  Four years ago today we all came home for the lock down. Middle school classes conducted by zoom on the deck, college cours...