What to eat during a pandemic?

I’ve made a lot of food during our stay-at-home “vacation” because we don’t eat out much. BP (before pandemic) I generally only cooked a few meals throughout the week to sustain us. Breakfast was usually quick and out the door and lunch were pretty much pb & j or leftovers at work or school for each of us. And most nights we didn’t eat together because of rehearsals and dance. Now I feel like I’m constantly in the kitchen cooking or cleaning it back up. I’ve made some good food though and we’ve enjoyed it together.  I follow Jaime Oliver on IG and have several of his cookbooks. I love his videos and his recipes but, I’ll admit, it’s also about the accent! We’ve made this bread recipe twice now and it is truly amazing. So easy, delicious and really just takes an afternoon.  Check out Jaime’s post to find many other wonderful recipes.

On Monday our senior walked across the stage in a staged version of what will come later; a video of everyone spliced together with speeches and everything. I’m very glad her high school chose to honor the students by hosting this as it took a lot of time and effort from staff.  It was surreal to walk with everyone masked up through the school keeping a good distance between families, as we traveled down the hall together  for the last time. We returned home after our “5 minute” ceremony to have cake and a little bubbly.  I made a buttermilk chocolate cake recipe that was so moist and flavorful. My husband who is not a lover of sweets or chocolate ate two pieces!  
{Buns in the Oven}
What are you cooking up?

Fragile by Lisa Unger

A friend lent this thriller to me and in between reading YA and elementary fiction, I slipped it in needing a dose of adult fiction. Lisa Unger is a new author to me and I liked her style. This book is about a small tow where everybody knows everybody. And everybody has a secret, and some of the secrets are pretty big.

This book spoke to me in a resounding voice about families and the strength they hold. How willing are you to believe in those that you love, your children or your spouse?  Maggie, a psychologist, and her husband Jones, a detective on the local police force find out that Charlene, their son’s girlfriend and the daughter of an old high school classmate is missing and the search for her brings out all manner of long-forgotten ghosts.

There is a wide array of interesting characters involved including Marshall, the son of the town bully, who waits for his dad’s approval even as a high school student and even though he’s only ever been disappointed and hurt by his father. As the story plays out we discover bits of history and we come to understand that a classmates’ disappearance during high school has everyone reflecting on choices they’ve made. In alternating moments we have the opportunity to hear from several characters which help to paint a good picture of this town.

“She sat in her ticky-tack room, in her ticky-tack house, painting her nails iridescent green. She hated the tract house with all its perfectly square rooms and thin walls, identical to every third house in their development. It was like living in the box of someone else’s limited imagination. How could someone reach the height of her creativity in a drywall cage? She couldn’t. And she wouldn’t. She would be eighteen in six months. After graduation, she was so out of here. College? Another four years of indentured servitude, living by someone else’s arbitrary rules? No way. (Charlene, 19)

“Now that Marshall was nearly the same height and almost as strong as his father, Travis didn’t hit him often; Marshall wasn’t physically afraid of his father. It was the things he said that lay like bruises on Marshall’s skin, damaged his organs, poisoned his blood. That voice that was in his head all the time. He just couldn’t get it out. Even the competing voices-Aunt Leila, Mr. Ivy, Dr. Cooper-weren’t loud enough to drown him out lately.” (Marshall, 63)

“Because that was what it was, wasn’t it? Not just anger. Not a need to control in a way we most often mean it. Not a lack of love or understanding for their boy. It was fear. Fear that, after all the years of protecting his health, his heart, his mind, setting bedtimes and boundaries, giving warnings about strangers and looking both ways before crossing the street, it wouldn’t be enough. Fear that, as he stood on the threshold of adulthood, forces beyond their control would take him down a path where they could no longer reach him. (Maggie, 15)

I don’t know how or why some families have a tough road. Each child, each situation is different and it’s never easy to know what to do except love them unconditionally, both parents and children. This book is filled with flawed, interesting characters and a story that kept me turning pages. 

Snow days coming our way…

Did you know that we are about to get hit with a major snowstorm here in the Midwest?  Yes.  Lots of snow, high winds, crazy kind of weather. We’ve had two smaller storms but no snow days.  We are due and I am ready.  Hot chocolate and pancakes, lots of reading here we GO.  Sadly we are not wusses though so it takes a major snow to cancel school.  I checked out a few snow books to get me in the mood.  Here are a few of my favorites from our public library.

Hooray for SNOW! by Kazuo Iwamura: Sweet squirrel family learns to play in the snow altogether.  Lovely illustrations.

Here comes Jack Frost by Kazuno Kohara: A young boy, feeling blue during winter, has a chance meeting with Jack Frost and makes a new friend to play with all winter long until Spring begins to sprout. Lovely woodcut illustrations.

Snowman’s Story by Will Hillenbrand: Sweet wordless picture book with forest animals and a snowman with a treasured book sharing the love of reading. I love the Bear and Mole series by Hillenbrand also so no surprise that this one is a hit as well.

Peter and the Winter Sleepers by Rick de Haas: Peter lives in a lighthouse with his grandmother and his dog Leo.  During a particularly snowy week the lighthouse becomes a makeshift home for many forest animals! Peter and his grandmother welcome a freezing rabbit, an owl, birds, bats, a squirrel family, and finally one lone, cold fox.  The house is starting to smell, there are droppings everywhere but worse yet they think fox might have eaten Gull. My teacher brain says this book is great for empathy, grit, kindness, and problem-solving.

First Snow by Peter McCarty: I love Peter’s work!  Pedro comes to visit his bunny cousins and snow arrives the very next day. Pedro doesn’t like the cold so he’s unhappy to see his first snow.  Poor Pedro complains as all the neighborhood bunnies frolic in the snow but, of course, he sleds down a big hill and loves it. No more complaining!  Lovely illustrations.

Cheers to a snow day.  Our traditions include hot chocolate and chocolate chip pancakes, Gilmore Girls, reading, and lots of cuddling under big blankets.  I’m ready like I said.

Best book club choices-2016

December and January were good reading months for my book club.  We read The Storied Life of A.J. Fikry by Gabrielle Zevin and Norwegian by Night by Derek B. Miller.  Both books, while different styles, are very good.



The Storied Life of A.J. Fikry (2014) by Gabrielle Zevin:  This is a quirky story about A.J., a young man after his wife’s death.  The couple built their life around owning an interesting bookstore on Alice Island, a fictional area near Boston.  A.J. drinks a lot after he closes the book store at night and one night while passed out a prized collection of poems by Edgar Allen Poe is stolen.

Soon after a baby Maya appears in his bookstore with a note attached and the mother cannot be located.  Until a proper family or a relative can be found A.J. agrees to foster the child only because he feels an obligation to the mother who trusted him, the owner of a bookstore because she felt that a bookstore was a good place for a baby to grow up. The rest of the story unfolds around Maya, the bookstore, an interesting police chief, a book representative from the mainland and A.J. of course.  This is an delightful tale that loves literature.  Each chapter opens with a short story suggestion such as Lamb to the slaughter by Roald Dahl, The diamond a big as the Ritz by F. Scott, and What feels like the World by Richard Bausch. Everyone at book club decided it would be great fun to reach out and read the short stories suggested by Fikry.  Witty and unique I would read this one again and I would give it for a gift.

Norwegian by Night by Derek B. Miller is a bit of a mystery adventure set in Norway. Sheldon Horowitz, an aging vet, moves across the ocean to live with his granddaughter and her husband after his wife dies. His granddaughter Rhea feels that her beloved grandfather is losing his mind and will be better off away from the memories of NYC.

One day home alone Sheldon hears arguing from an unknown man in the upstairs apartment and in another moment he opens the door to trouble. Fleeing to safety wherever that may be in a country he hardly knows with the young son of the upstairs neighbor Sheldon takes off on a wild adventure with his silent (and terrified) charge.  Sheldon is a funny character and keeps us thinking with his wit about racism, family, vengeance, war, and human nature.

If you need a good book to read to get you through another few weeks of winter-these are two excellent choices.

Swiss Chard Jamboree!

I have a huge bunch of swiss chard thanks to my mom. What do you do with swiss chard? That’s what I asked.  I google and checked Pinterest for suggestions.  I found bunches of recipe to help me out.  One discovery was that I could use the brightly colored stems as well.  I made this egg dish and it was delicious (Groovy Girl would not eat it though) but husband and I loved it.  I could have added other veggies as well and I like that flexibility.

{From Martha’s website}

Swiss Chard Frittata (Martha Stewart)

1 large egg
10 large egg whites
1/3 cup fresh part-skim ricotta, pressed through a fine sieve
1/2 tsp course sea salt
1/8 tsp freshly ground black pepper
1 tsp extra virgin olive oil
2 leaves of swiss chard, thin slices of stems and leaves
1/2 large onion, sliced thinly

Preheat oven to 375*.  Whisk together egg, whites, ricotta, 1 tsp of salt and pepper.  Heat oil in a large oven proof 10-inch skillet over medium high heat.  Add swiss chard stalks and onion and cook until onion is tender.  Add swiss chard leaves and cook about 2 minutes until leaves are soft.  Sprinkle with remaining 1/2 tsp of salt.  Add egg mixture and stir once or twice to disperse vegetables evenly.  Place skillet in oven and bake until eggs are set about 13 minutes.  Serve immediately.  

Okay, I choose not to run to the grocery store so I did a little substituting.  I didn’t do the egg white ratio-I used our delicious farm brown eggs with glee.  I did not happen to have ricotta so I used sour cream-close enough, right?  Also I did not have an onion (we were just back from vacation) but I did have a red pepper which I used and it added nice matching color with the red stems of swiss chard.  Done.  I could make it again correctly-I would like to see how the ricotta cheese would taste but no big deal.

Other swiss chard recipes to try:

Swiss Chard pesto from Jeannette’s Healthy living blog
Swiss Chard Vegan rolls from Meet the Shannon’s blog (I am making these this week!)
Gemelli with sausage, swiss chard, and pine nuts from Martha (again)
and a great demonstration from Cooking Light on how to prep swiss chard.

Also I discovered this little doozy of a summer cocktail  at Nutmeg Nanny and I love it as much as my rhubarb-basil treat.  Yum!  Perfect for sipping on the patio at oh, about 5 pm.  Lemons and cucumbers are easy ingredients.

This post is linked to Beth Fish Reads Weekend Cooking meme.  Take a look over there and see many other food-related posts.  

A Secret Kept by Tatiana De Rosnay

(2010)
St. Martin’s Press

I read Sarah’s Key a few years back and liked it.  It had an interesting mystery to it and the back story was historical fiction which was great for me, a lover of historical fiction.  I didn’t enjoy the modern story as much I liked the Holocaust and the same goes for A Secret Kept, De Rosnay’s second book.

Synopsis:

“It all began with a simple seaside vacation, a brother and sister recapturing their childhood.  Antoine Rey though he had the perfect surprise for his sister Melanie’s birthday: a weekend by the sea at Noirmoutier Island, where the pair spent many happy childhood summers playing on the beach.  It had been too long, Antoine thought, since they’d returned to the island-more than 30 years since their mother died and the family holidays ceased.  But the island’s haunting beauty triggers more than happy memories; it reminds Melanie of something unexpected and deeply disturbing about their last island summer.  When, on the drive home to Paris, she finally summons the courage to reveal what she knows to Antoine, her emotions overcome her and she loses control of the car.”  (jacket flap)

When I read the flap at the library the intrigue over what scandalous thing would make someone lose control of the car piqued my interest.  The Parisian setting, the analysis of Antoine and Astrid’s marriage, the teenage strife, Antoine’s girlfriend, Angele, the back story of June and Clarisse, and the Rey’s family all add to what could be an interesting and uniquely done story.

It doesn’t work though.  Antoine is filled with such painful agony over his recent divorce and his relationship with his children.  His sister Melanie who worked in publishing before the accident seemed like an unique character but turns out to disappoint.  I found very little redeeming qualities for this family both past and present.  I’m not going to spill the story of what exactly happened with Antoine and Melanie’s mother but it sadly goes no where.  I wanted some kind of resolution.  Perhaps Antoine should have had a conversation about his mother with his father to fully understand and maybe through that conversation some family healing for both men could have occurred.  This would have tied things together for Antoine to move forward with his future life, having connected with his father about their happier days.

More than the story’s elements it was De Rosnay’s writing style that made me cringe.  It was stilted, repetitive, and overly dramatic.  Instead of telling a simple story she gives us complex with too much blah-blah.  She tells us so many times that Antoine and his father haven’t gotten along since their mother’s death that I felt De Rosnay must think her audience dense.

“Melanie has opened her eyes.  Our father grabs her hand, hanging on to it for dear life, as if this were the last time he will ever touch her.  He leans toward her, half of his body on the bed.  The way he clasps her hand moves me.  He is realizing he has nearly lost his daughter.  His petitie Melabelle.  Her nickname from long ago. He wipes his eyes with the cotton handkerchief he always keeps in his pocket.  He cannot say a word, it seems.  He can only sit there and breathe audibly.Melanie is disturbed by this display of emotion.  She doesn’t want to see his ravaged, wet face.  So she looks at me.  For so many years now, our father hasn’t ever shown his feelings, only displeasure or anger.  This is an unexpected flashback to the tender, caring father he used to be, before our mother died.” (79)

As a budding book blogger “psychologist” I would say their father has been angry for so long because his first wife, their mother, the love of his life died tragically!  And they never talk about it, never attempting to heal themselves or their father.  Everything De Rosnay tells us is that the he was an adoring father and husband but yet Antoine stays angry with him throughout, never discussing any of his new knowledge.  And Melanie completely shuts down and tells Antoine she doesn’t want to know anything more, tucking her head in the sand, choosing to live in limbo about her family instead of knowing at least some of the truth.

Read more:

The Garfield Review

Another point-of-view at

Brain Candy Book Reviews.

*just a quirky note-did anybody else notice that both De Rosnay books have similar titles (Sarah’s Key, A Secret Kept) both S,K* Odd to me or just odd I don’t know.  You be the judge.

This is why I read; Stiltsville by Susanna Daniel

Stiltsville
2010
306 pages

This book spoke to me as a woman who loves being part of a family. Stiltsville refers to a community off the coast of Florida with small cottages built on stilts in the surrounding water.  It tells the story of Frances who as a young woman finds her true love during a chance meeting at his family’s stiltsville cabin.  It happens like that in just a moment, in an odd location, and in a blink of an eye you meet the person you will spend the rest of your life, for better or worse.  Through their courtship, marriage and the birth of their daughter, Margo, you see what family and friends brings to your life.  I laughed and cried at several memorable  moments that had to do with Margo’s adolescences and as Frances and Dennis struggle with the confines of marriage.

Margo is mature physically for a fourth grade student and at a school conference her teacher suggests to Frances and her husband, Dennis, that Margo might feel more comfortable skipping fifth grade and jumping right to sixth. Her parents go along with this idea and Margo finds herself in the midst of sixth grade serious drama, teasing and bullying.  She is invited to a popular girl’s sleepover where she leaves half way through the party because the girls have set her up in a most embarrassing way (mooning a group of boys) and laughing at her afterwards.  The incident was well-written and made me feel for poor Margo and her parents as they try to figure out how to help her through this new year.

I found this book filled with poignant moments like this that mirror my own life in some way.  I worry about my youngest daughter who is innocent and lacks the ability to see through the mean girls in her own fourth grade class.  I also loved the college Margo as she ventures forth to find her own path leaving her parents to explore their empty nest, which just leaves room for more worrying.  I loved the story of Stiltsville, Frances and Dennis, his parents and his sister, Bette, their set of friends, and Margo all make for a memorable story; one that I keep thinking about many days after finishing.

My handsome husband competed in his 11th marathon this past weekend and I was there to cheer him on.  I read and finished this book while I waited for him at various stops along the race route.  It was cold outside and I openly cried as I finished the last two chapters.

A quote:

This time she cried almost without sound.  We’d made a mistake in pushing her ahead-of this I was certain.  I’d let pride influence me.  Shamefully, though, I felt a little grateful for the mistake, because my daughter needed me, and I knew she wouldn’t need me in the same way for much longer.  Still , I couldn’t shake the image o Margo sitting in Mrs. Madansky’s class, raising her hand again and again.  (134)

There is a moment in the book where Dennis and Frances are talking about Margo and Peter, Margo’s new husband and Frances realizes that anything Dennis says to Margo seems to be understood but if Frances brings delicate subjects up somehow it is seen as her being critical of her daughter.  As I reader I noticed this throughout their relationship and it definitely reflects experiences my husband and I have had with our own daughters.  Somehow fathers have leeway with what they can express to their daughters that mothers are left out of entirely.

I’m sure this must be commonly true but I hadn’t really been able to express it.  I have more fond memories of my father and do think of my mom as being more critical.  I hope this is not always the case and don’t want my own children to walk away from our home with the same feelings.  Hmmm.  What do you think?  Are mothers destined to thought of in this way?   Luckily it does not damage forever as Margo and Frances stay connected throughout the book.

Key Biscayne; Stiltsville

Another review:

Seaside Book Corner

and

Susanna Daniel’s website

Nonfiction Photojournals about Familes

Another piece of homework required for my recent class was a text set of books we might use to present a topic to students.  I wanted to do something startlingly different and picked non-traditional families with a focus on same sex, single dad, foster and multi-generational families.
I found three fantastic books that should be a part of anyone’s collection:

1. My Family by Sheila Kinkade with photographs by Elaine Little (2006)  This book is a project by SHAKTI for Children dedicated to teaching children to value diversity. Presenting families from around the globe with all we have in common; eating, living, learning and growing together as one human family.  This book makes the point that we are all one.  Told through beautiful photographs and easy text this is a great book to explore with students and their families.

2. Families by Susan Kuklin (2006) This book highlights 15 families of various diverse backgrounds and how their family is special.  Several culturally mixed families are included and in their interviews,which are always the children, Osamu says  ” We’re a fun-loving, culturally mixed up family.  Mixed is more fun,” after he and his brother have relayed how much they enjoy being a part of both cultures of Japanese and American.  In an another interview Eloise ends hers by saying “We both love each other. That’s the most important thing in the whole, entire world.”  Eloise was adopted from China by a single mom and feels 100 % American.  Each story makes you feel a little more connected and realize that Eloise is right-families are made up of love and that is the most important ingredient.

3. Our Grandparent’s; A Global Album by Maya Ajmera, Sheila Kinkade and Cynthia Pon with a foreword by Archbishop Desmond Tutu. (2010)  This book shares the special relationship of grandparents in all cultures.  The special bond is explored and emphasizes what you can learn from this relationship.  Grandparents hold the key to where your family has been and how your parent was as a child.  This book is pure celebration of the joy between grandparents and grandbabies.

My mom was just here while I recovered from minor surgery and I’m happy to say she took great care in celebrating with her two grandchildren by cooking with them and getting them to help around the house.  Stuff they won’t do for me, she had them up and moving!  Go Grandma!!  Celebrate your family!

Abraham Verghese's Cutting For Stone

When my book club chose Cutting For Stone I was interested in the Ethiopian setting.  Something about this east African country has always been a bit of a mystery for me.  As I child I spent time in a large Midwest hospital and my two young female roommates were from Ethiopia.  We didn’t speak the same language but we smiled a lot and shared toys together.  One was younger than me and one older and I often wondered where their lives took them after they flew back to Ethiopia so this book had extra appeal in transporting me to Addis Ababa in the first half of the book.

Verghese’s story revolves around Marion and Shiva, born from a young Indian nun and a surgeon she meets on her journey from India to Africa.  Through circumstances Sister Mary Joseph Praise flees her original post of Aden and remembers Thomas Stone and Missing Hospital, she makes her way to Addis Ababa.  There they quickly become a symbiotic operating team as nurse and doctor, working together for 12 years.

Sister Mary Joseph Praise dies during childbirth and Stone, filled with grief,  leaves Missing hospital never to return.  Hema, another doctor at Missing and close to both Stone and Sister Mary Joseph Praise, takes the twins under her wing immediately after their unusual birth.  Marion and Shiva, raised at Missing by Hema and her companion, Ghosh, grow up immersed in medicine and follow the path of not only their adoptive parents but their birth parents as well.  Their story twines around the political climate of Ethiopia as Haile Selassie as ruler is deposed and other more cruel leaders take his place. During the Eritrean revolt Marion, due to unforseeable events,  leaves Ethiopia for the United States. 

My Thoughts:  The first pages impressed me with Vergheses’s fluid language.  Actually I had to look up a few words while reading.  It took time to find interest in the characters and the beginning seemed slow.   Sister Mary Joseph Praise’s compassion for nursing and humanity carry the story and even though she dies during childbirth she drives the remainder of the story.  Thomas Stone, on the other, hand, did not impress me until later in the book when you hear his experiences as a child and you get a deeper look at what made him tick.  Marion and Shiva seem to follow the same path as Marion is  more compassionate and Shiva, blunt and factual.  I loved Matron and Ghosh and thought Marion and Shiva were blessed to have such unique and loving parents.  The stars just align that way sometimes.

First lines:

“After eight monthes spent in the obscurity of our mother’s womb, my brother Shiva, and I came into the world in the late afternoon of the twentieth of September in the year of grace 1954.  We took our first breaths at an elevation of eight thousand feet in the thin air of Addis Ababa, capital city of Ethiopia.” (3)

and my favorite sentence:

“Outside, the rain had scrubbed the sky free of stars; the black night leaked through the shutters into the house and under my blindfold.” (259)

In a nutshell:

Title: Cutting For Stone
Author: Dr. Abraham Verghese
Publication date:  2009
Pages: a whooping 658 but the acknowledgements after are worth reading.
Genre: Historical Fiction (1947-)
Topics: dictatorships, human rights, third world heath concerns, women’s rights, poverty and the medical field
Five Stars
Purchase at an indiebook store near you by clicking here…Cutting For Stone

Black Friday

I missed writing a post yesterday even though I challenged myself to do it every day in November but…yesterday was Thanksgiving and I was busy with family events all day.  We are at my mother’s home in the woods and she not only does not have wireless but her one computer is in the basement away from all social flurry.  If I had escaped to the basement to blog it would have meant abandoning the family. 
I did
1. Help my mother cook.
2. Play with my children and 2 cute nephews.
3. Drink wine.
4. Take a lovely walk with sibling, husband, sister-in-law, various children and bouncy dog.
5. Eat pumpkin pie smothered in homemade whip cream.
6. Read and knit a little.
7. Dishes.
8. Smile a lot!!

What I did not do today…shop! 
Today I
1. Took an early morning walk.
2. Watched an excessive amount of Wii played by children and men.
3. Cooked some more.
4. Did more dishes.
5. Counted my blessings.
6. Drank  a little more wine.
7. Really relaxed.
8. Did some Wii bowling with Everyone before brother took the wii game away!!

Happy Thanksgiving to all and happy no shopping day!!
p.s. as an older sister I adore watching my youngest brother parent-it brings great joy to my life to see what an incredibly good and relaxed parent he is to his two active sons.  Does anybody else experience this joy with their siblings?
Be Peaceful~
Michelle