These are all pretty wonderful cookbooks filled with amazing recipes!
It is also the current stack in my kitchen carefully marked with the hand picked recipes that I will be making over the next few weeks.
Irish Stew [this Sunday of course] – page 195 – Homemade Winter by Yvette Van Boven.
My Chocolate Chip Cookies – page 180 – My Pizza by Jim Lahey [I know and the pizza recipes are awesome too].
Mint Chip Gelato – page 110 – Making Artisan Gelato by Torrance Kopfer.
Aluminum-Free Baking Powder – page 158 – The Organic Family Cookbook by Anni Daulter.
Georgian Cheese-Filled Quick Bread – page 292 – Flatbreads & Flavors by Jeffrey Alford and Naomi Duguid.
Ginger Molasses Cookies – page 116 – Flour by Joanne Chang.
Coconut Milk & Saffron Seafood Stew – page 95 – Small Plates Sweet Treats by Aran Goyoaga.
Enjoy! And have fun with your cool cookbooks, too!
[written in the fall - edited today]
How often have we had a friend tell us the same story again? And, how do we react?
This morning I was out front doing some weeding, planting a few bulbs and making a mental note to get more bulbs when my neighbor came over to check out what I was doing and chat . . . Dale is a wonderful older neighbor who always has a project going, a hello to give, a story to tell or something witty to say. This was until his second stroke. After his first stroke he was very matter of fact and moved along like this was just another part of his day – very admirable. But, after his second stroke he seemed sad. His wife told us that his coordination and balance checked out great but his speech was affected. So, basically what he is thinking does not translate into understandable sentences. Today after many months of gradually moving to a smile and a wave then a hello and some words he stopped to chat briefly. Hopefully, it was enough that I smiled when he smiled and agreed a offered some kind words of my own though I did not understand everything he was saying. Before heading on his way he motioned me over to see his beautiful mum that is now in total bloom – this I understood and I am sure he knew that I did!
This encounter made me think about listening and how often I or a friend or a family member tells the same story. My grand mother suffered from dementia so her short term memory was not so great. This combined with being older meant that she told her stories of her youth and a moment ago often. Somehow, I never minded and would listen again or ask a question to move to another subject. This may just be the way I am and I kind of hope so but I am sure that it was helped along by hearing so many people around her let her know that she already said that and I could see how this really affected her.
So, how hard is it to listen to a story again? Can we take the time? If the friend wants to tell it again why not take a moment and listen – we all love to tell stories and if we can also love to hear them how happy is that. Really, how hard is that?
I miss my grams and her stories but am very happy that my neighbor feels more comfortable telling his!
There is something about running through my small town in the quiet of a new years day morning . . .
This year I was well into my run and my head was lost in thoughts and plans and dreams when I came across three men loosely gathered out in front of one of their homes. They were starting their day catching up with each other over a smoke. One of the men waved at me and I waved back greeting them with a smile and a happy new year. Really to my surprise a chorus of ‘happy new year’ returned in my direction. My thoughts quickly moved to the warmth of community and how fortunate I am to have such great friends, a wonderful dad and my guy who loves me!
The route for this run was where the wind took me so when I ended up on a bridge over a river with several flocks of geese flying over I had to take a moment. In one of the streams of geese I noticed a single goose flying in the middle at the wide expanse in the back. She was taking a break in the draft. Another goose flew off the formation to pull this lone goose on to her wing and back into the group. I started myself and my watch back up and not far down the road four bluebirds of happiness flew right across my path.
So, as I was nearing home I realized that along the way my uncertainties about this new beginning and my place in it were warmed by strangers, tears brought on by the geese reminded me of all of the kindness in my life, and those bright bluebirds made me smile and resolve to appreciate and be happy!
I feel “so damn lucky” – Dave Matthews!
This morning I woke to the sound of geese making their way south!
If I would have made my way to the window I am sure that I would have seen them flying low overhead in their wonderful formation with the ripply flow of a few geese breaking the pattern to find a new spot. We have just returned from a quick trip to Vermont to visit my dear friend and see some of New England in the fall so I was content to listen and snuggle under the covers for a few more minutes before beginning the day.
Fall is absolutely my favorite season! Heading out for my morning run with the new snap to the air and the colors in the trees against the skies dramatic sun and cloud mix is magical. I have already worn my big heavy orange sweatshirt – relaxing, cozy and comforting in its weight. Then there are the earthy flavors of fall – crisp apples with a sharp cheddar cheese, butternut squash soup and the warm, spicy pumpkin chai shortbread that I am getting ready to bake!
Before I turn on some music and warm the house with the smell of fresh baked cookies I want to share a few things:
The reading I did while traveling – KINFOLK http://www.kinfolkmag.com Beautiful and Inspiring!
http://www.vergenneslaundry.com – a french wood-fired bakery and espresso bar in what used to be a laundromat. It was a rainy day so the simply delicious potato leek soup with amazing slices of perfect rustic bread was awesome and followed by a mocha that is made with their hand made truffles, really, wow ; ) Oh and a great could sit here all day atmosphere!
http://www.pizzeriaverita.com – Neapolitan wood-fired [possible theme for the day] pizza and a very nice wine selection.
peace + love + hot cider gatherings around a fire